#jimin with glasses is so 🥺🥺

[chocolatnoir]

@ki-limepie

[stormblessed95]

Watching Are You Sure?! EP 8 Finale

A reminder of how I do these reaction posts as I watch things. I just write my reactions and thoughts down literally they happen. Think more of a bullet point format. I'll include links when I can to videos, thanks to the people who twt who upload clips and to @dstdes for providing so many of my linked video clips. And at the end, I'll do a better wrap up of all my opinions. I hope everyone enjoyed the show, I can't believe it's over!!

JK turning on Korea's top hits on the radio and both their songs playing one after the other. They KNOW they are powerful. I like them seeing/hearing that evidence though first hand 🥰 Jikook can't be separated, even on the radio!*

JK mentioning the Park Jimin summoning spell 😭😂 lmfao I love it

"this is the boyfriend shot" Jimin says THREE TIMES IN A ROW. we get it, he said this is what it looks like to go out on a date with Jungkook. And Jimin is the one who gets to do that 😅😂🥰🥰🥰 goodness. What was that Jimin? Lol honestly though, it was a cute and cozy picture!

Did the head chef just gift them one of everything on the menu?! Lmao they have so much food!!

JK telling Jimin to basically just strip naked because he went to go undo his pants buckle because he was so full but it was already undone was such a wild statement and comment to make?? The fuck? Lmao and Jimin replying with a meme was hysterical. Joking yet blushing. Top notch 😂😂 loved it. Love them. We aren't even 20 minutes into the episode yet And that was so out of pocket 😂🤣

JK being so tickled over teasing Jimin and making him come back to the car to get him 🤣 they are so funny!

Jimin dancing SNTY 😍

Their giggles over the beds?? Lol it has to be because they saw photos originally and saw the staff had separated out the beds to be separate when they originally weren't and then still gave them matching PJs to wear 🤣🤣 idk why they would do that? Lol they aren't strangers to sharing a bed lol

Jungkook teasing Jimin over the scuzzi 😂😂

Jimin putting snowballs on his head while in the hottub lol the way JK watched him. Love 😍

Not rock paper scissors to have to lay down in the snow 🤣 Jimin forcing JK to follow through on the punishment he thought up 🤣🤣🤣 the way Jimin called him baby as JK gave him the biggest puppy eyes trying to get out of having to do it 🥺🥺🥺

Jimin just laying on the floor at the bottom of the stairs while JK has his snack. Lmfao the call and response singing they had is so cute and what a song choice! 😂 Jimin saying he likes randomly laying/sprawling/rolling on the floor at home too 😂

Them reacting to episode 1 of AYS was NOT on my bingo called but im so happy about it! The editors joking with them and their interaction with the staff made me so happy too! It was also really funny them admitting to having a hard time editing the show 😂

Their giggles heal something in my soul 🥰

And the way they are sitting so close and kept their feet touching almost the entire time?? 🥰🥰🥰

Jimin's head in JKs lap at some point while watching too. I love them

JK acting a fool in the kitchen while cooking to make Jimin laugh 🥰🥰🥰

Jimin calling JK " Honey" 🥺🥺🥺 he wanted to cheers their glasses, but he called him honey. Cute

Not them teasing each other over their snores and sleeping habits 😂

"Jimin doesn't like it when someone touches his head" JK says, while rubbing his head with Jimin unbothered. Lol Jimin will let that man do ANYTHING to him 😂 and idk if JK was trying to tease Jimin or us by flexing his privilege in our face. Probably both 😂

JK saying driving on smaller roads like this is romantic. Jimin saying "this is romance, this is youth, this is nice" 😭😭😭 fuck they are so cute

JK is flying from Japan to Korea and then basically straight back out to America for his schedule. And he choose to not drink, even though he really wanted to, because he wanted to drive Jimin to the airport, just them instead of depending on the staff to take them. Give them that extra alone time together. And he chose to fly to Korea with Jimin instead of giving himself an easier and more relaxing travel schedule with more rest by staying and flying to America from Japan instead. That is... It's really fucking special and sweet and says so much about how they love each other honestly.

Giving up his last beer of their trip, after being told to relax and not worry about it because he wanted to be the one to drive them, to have that time together, just them and a GoPro they had control over, and spending that extra travel time to be together when it made a much longer and harder few days for him? That's that persistent, dedicated, quiet yet impactful kinda love. Really said a lot without saying anything.

The tradition continues of JK filming their food before ending with a close up shot of Jimins face. love that is a constant here 🥰

"I'll make sure you have a safe journey" "it's an honor" just kill me now omfg 😭🥰😭

JK being salty that Jin didn't dream about him with Jimin in the military since they are going together 😂😂😂😂

Jikook talking about how these trips were some of the happiest moments ever. And the way they were feeling a little melancholy over the trip ending and things changing and losing this constant togetherness time they had to be free .. goodness. Enjoying the cool air while trying to feel better. Ugh, I love them. I love them so much and I love the way they love each other so much.

Talking about how they loved it so much in the ending interviews, how they were the best of times. JK softly rubbing Jimins nape and back in comfort too. I'm tearing up, damn

The way JK is looking at Jimin during that last interview outtakes. My goodness 😍 same way Jimin was looking at JK while he was driving 😍

Them ending the show by having us literally send them off to the military is cruel, omfg. I AM CRYING NOW, DAMN. "A letter from beyond" fuck you too editors 😭

Wrap up Thoughts:

I'm so sad this is over. My God. Minute of silence to mourn.

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This was such a sweet and wholesome episode. It had teasing, it had bickering, it had pet names. It was domestic as heck. It was the perfect trip for them to end their "freedom" before military service. I would have loved more conversations about that, but I'm fairly content as it is too.

Again, so many cuts (not complaining, very normal) but my favorite was how Jimin went to go wake JK up and then it cut to them leaving. I hope they enjoyed their time cuddling and relaxing sans cameras and interruption 🥰 (my assumptions I guess, but wouldn't be far fetched)

Letting my delulu out when Jimin said he just lays wherever whenever all the time at home and me thinking about the the members teasing JK about all the random ass mattresses over his house 🤣 it's too keep them comfy no matter where they end up wanting to lay 🤣🤣 (just kidding, sort of lol)

The way Jikook play fight is so equal and cute and funny. They just shove the crap out of each other but never with an intention to hurt or be mean. And they both LOVE IT.

They trust each other, give weight to each other's words and have confidence in the others beliefs and thoughts like no one else. It's such a special bond, and I'm so so glad they opted to share this with us. I truly am so grateful. And grateful for y'all letting me share all my musings with you too. 💜

And we have to end this post with the way that Jikook were spotted in Sapporo driving in the car, Jimin being the passenger princess he was, alone with their GoPro's and giving major flirty energy. And the way the show just proved OP right too. Genuinely Jikook are so special and wonderful and amazing and I love them so much. And when they got home from this trip, the group live they did shortly after? They were sooooo touchy and snuggly!

Hope everyone is excited for the photobook and behinds as well. I unfortunately am horribly sad because I'm broke AF and cannot afford to buy it in my budget at the moment, but hopefully ARMYs will upload all the photos and upload the behinds for everyone too. I will share links if I find them.

[whyse7vn]

MESSY -

[ot7 x reader]

LAYOVER OUT NOW!!

8 participants - 8 online

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jin: guys i kinda feel like the tae hate train is so forced spent 24 hours with him and he’s not even that bad

y/n: pretty sure this is what people call stockholm syndrome. wishing you a speedy recovery 🙏🏽

tae: i could cry jin wow thank u for this 💜

jimin: savejin2023

namjoon: wow

hobi: i think i’m about to get jumped

yoongi: be safe

hobi: that does not help me at all

yoongi: never being nice again hope it hurts real bad and ur in hospital for 7 weeks

namjoon: why would people want to jump you?

hobi: idk namjoon let me turn around and ask them

fucking BITCH

i hate you

namjoon: ok then

y/n: where is ur security at??

hobi: toilet

y/n: yikes

gl !!!!!

tae: do you need me to come help?

you know i can get down and dirty

real dirty

jimin: tae stfu

someone record it

tae: say the word hoseok and i’ll be there

hobi: saying no words

tae: be like that then

jin you would let me save you right 🥺

jin: no

tae: wtf????

why not

jin: stop speaking to me

tae: I THOUGHT WE WERE FRIENDS?

jin: i said you weren’t that bad not that we were friends

chill out

tae: I WILL NOT “CHILL OUT”

you fucking BITCH

jin: excuse me????

you better watch ur mouth

y/n: ladies that’s enough break it up!!

jin: he fucking started it ugly slut

tae: DID YOU GUYS HEAR THAT HE CALLED ME AN UGLY SLUT

AN

UGLY SLUT

HES CROSSED THE LINE

LET ME AT HIM

jin: COME AT ME THEN

jimin: he’s asking you to cum that’s crazy

yoongi: gross as hell

hobi: i was not jumped

yoongi: shame

hobi: shame?

yoongi: shame.

tae: i do not fuck with you like that jin what the hell

namjoon: where is jungkook?

jk: i’m busy

i just ate glass by accident

namjoon: you what

jk: pls leave me alone

i ate glass

y/n: he’s bleeding

jk: i ate glass

tae: something is telling me jungkook ate glass but idk

jk: i did just eat glass

tae: no way lol

jk: yes way

leave me me now

hobi: he ate glass?

jin: lol

jk: yes

bye now

jimin: is he like ok??

y/n: he’s bleeding i said this already

yoongi: how do you accidentally eat glass?

y/n: beats me

tae: JUNGKOOK BEATS YOU???

WITH GLASS?

y/n: what

jimin: anyways

can we find out what the fuck namjoon is training for

why is he always working out?

should i be prepared to the end of the world or something

what does he know that we don’t

y/n: think he’s just a slut tbh

namjoon: ?

jin: be honest namjoon

are you working for the government?

namjoon: technically we all work for the government

jimin: ur so annoying

yoongi: “technically we all work for the government” 🤓☝🏼

hobi: who is we????????

i know i don’t work for the government

i work for the people

y/n: right like tf is he on about?

tae: why has no one congratulated me

jin: are you pregnant?

jimin: congrats!! boy or girl??

tae: nvm

namjoon: btw i’m not having a party for my birthday this year

yoongi: thought ur birthday passed already?

namjoon: no?

hobi: what year were you born joon?

namjoon: 1994

tae: CRAZY

namjoon: we are 1 year apart?

tae: 1 year it’s a long time

y/n: you’re so old omg :( hope you don’t die soon

namjoon: i’m not old

jimin: see how jin and yoongi aren’t speaking rn

says a lot doesn’t it?

yoongi: maybe i don’t like you?

jimin: maybe ur old as hell?

jin: age shaming is real guys

i’m done fighting this battle

tae: age defeated you?

jin: don’t start with me again

y/n: he’ll ask you to cum again

jin: right

wait no wtf

I WILL NOt

hobi: ewww jin is so gross

jin: IM NOT

hobi: EWWWWWWWW

jin: STOP IM NOT PLS I SWEAR

jimin: i’m asking this not because i care but cuz it would be real funny if the answer was yes

did jungkook die??

yoongi: let’s pray

namjoon: are you friends with him now?

yoongi: LOL

i’m praying that he’s dead

y/n: be nice yoongi

yoongi: never :p

jk: raise ur hand if you also think the jungkook hate train is forced

jimin: *cuts off both hands*

tae: don’t think he died

yoongi: no shit

tae: i’ll raise my hand for you kook

jin: i take back my my opening statement

gf was right it was stockholm syndrome

jk: GF??????

yoongi: don’t call her that

y/n: told you

jin: thank god i’m cured now 🙏🏻

tae: all men do is lie…

y/n: real

tae: PICK A SIDE

y/n: FUCK YOU

tae: you about that freaky life lol??

we can if you want lol

😝😏😚

jk: you will be the next glass victim

tae: woah????

namjoon: jungkook how did you end up eating glass?

hobi: or did the glass end up eating you?

jk: lightbulb in my mouth

jimin: ??

jk: i put a lightbulb in my mouth

namjoon: why…

jk: leave me alone pls

yoongi: stupid

jk: ur stupid

jimin: i’m gonna kill myself in front of tae and jungkook to forever change their bond and the trajectory of their lives

tae: wtf

hobi: NO CUZ IF I WAS A CAT AND HAD 9 LIVES I WOULD USE ONE TO SHOOT MYSELF IN THE HEAD IN FRONT OF THEM

namjoon: okay!

jk: i don’t like that

jimin: that’s the point

tae: be honest i’ve been getting better like i’m better honestly like before i was a little bit gone but i’ve changed fr

jin: me trying to convince the nurse to let me out the psych ward

y/n: tae literally explained the whole omegaverse in detail to me yesterday

what about that screams better?

tae: ok so i wanted to share some knowledge with you i don’t see the issue..

namjoon: omegaverse?

y/n: DONT ASK QUESTIONS JOON IM BEGGING YOU DO NOT OH MY GOD

tae: i’ll tell you namjoon

i’ll share my knowledge

step into my office

namjoon: um

jimin: you do not have an office

hobi: lowkey olive oil and carrots taste good af

y/n: ew??

jin: gross

jk: not true it tastes like a tesla model x tyre

namjoon: that very specific

like VERY specific

jimin: jungkook why do you know what that tastes like?????

jk: i be in situations

yoongi: have you ever experienced serious head truma?

jk: i had a dream namjoon spiked me and ran my head over with a motorcycle once

namjoon: oh

y/n: my little vivid dreamer >3<

jk: hehehe yeah >3<

jimin: ur a 26 year old man

never fucking hehehe in this chat again

y/n: why can’t 26 year old men hehehe what is this discrimination???

hobi: born to hehehe forced to lol 😂

jk: i’m so upset now

jimin: good

tae: call me ben cuz all my bitches 10

y/n: what?

jin: 10?????

namjoon: ???

jk: ben

hobi: yikes

jimin: get the police on the phone

tae: WAIT

THAT DID NOT GO THE WAY I WANTED IT TO

yoongi: flop

tae: what if we all just started a yoongi hate train

what could be do to stop us

absolutely nothing

yoongi: what if i took a ss and sent that ben line to the police

jimin: he got you

y/n: crazy

tae: nvm lol

namjoon: jungkook don’t go on twitter

jk: DISPATCH SAYING Y/N AND SCOUPS ARE DATING

namjoon: too late

jk: THERE ARE PHOTOS OHMYGODIDJ

OHMYGO72&&3:&:&:&

OHMUSHEEINGODODSKSKDJDJJ

££&&&&@@@‘mmmm

HKEODH

WHY IS SHE KISSING HIM

OHBMY GIF

WHY IS SHE KISSING HIM

yoongi: wait what?

jin: no way they caught her like that

jk: IM GINNA PASS OUY OH MY GOF

jimin: didn’t that man just have surgery?

y/n leave that poor man alone!

tae: THIS IS FEMINISM

no i lied

nvm i don’t like this at all

i tried to be happy for you but i just can’t

what can he do that i can’t

hobi: rap idk

tae: hobi can you shut up pls

hobi: zipped it locked it and i’ve put it in my pocket

jk: TELL ME ITS FAKE TELL ME ITS FAKE OHMYGOD

yoongi: wow she really is kissing him in the picture

that’s insane

wow lmao

that’s crazy

y/n: it’s a kiss on the cheek?

jin: why the hell is he in a wheelchair

hobi: maybe her kiss made him weak in the knees

he’s so real for that

tae: YOU DID NOT ZIP IT YOU LIAR

hobi: 🤐

y/n: it was just after seungcheol left the hospital

after his surgery

jin: wow not the first name

that’s crazy

jk: OHMY HOD YOUVE KILLED ME

IM DEAD

HOW DOES IT FEEL TO KILL ME

IM GONE

y/n: ur still talking to us

you are in fact alive

jk: hello are you a friend of jungkook

this is his mother he’s dead

my baby is dead

jimin: how long have you guys been fucking??

y/n: i have not been fucking that man

yoongi: but you’ve been kissing him

y/n: ON THE CHEEK

this is NOT a big deal

like at all

namjoon: i agree

tae: i’ll slit your throat

namjoon: what

tae: i will cut your throat open

never agree with her again

jin: he lowkey a slut cuz how he let you kiss on him in open like that

sounds like a set up to me

he wanted the people to know

y/n: there is nothing to know

seungcheol is the bff

nothing more

jk: IM THE BFF

I AM THE BFF THATS SICK WHAT IS UR ISSUE

WE LIVE TOGETHER WHY IS HE THE BFF YOU SEE ME EVERY DAY NOT HIM

y/n: thought you were dead?

jk: hello this is mother jungkook was my son not ur bff??

jimin: mother jungkook?

tae: as ur bf i don’t agree with this kiss it was really crossing boundaries pls apologise and give me his address so we can talk man 2 man

y/n: shut up

tae: ok lol you want me so bad

namjoon: she literally did not say that at all

tae: if you want to keep ur throat together shut the HELL UP

yoongi: are you dating him?

y/n: no

hobi added seungcheol to the LAYOVER OUT NOW!!

jimin: NO WAY

hobi: whoops!!!!!!!

jin: THIS IS INSANEEE

namjoon: let’s not fight pls 😕

tae: YOU

seungcheol: Hello?

jk: omg he has auto caps on i’m gonna throw up

yoongi: back off

y/n: pls ignore them cheol and feel free to leave!!!!

jk: OH MY GOFD THE NICKNAME IM GONNA STABMYSELF OHMYGODIDJDKDNJFJFKFNFMFMCKFJFJFK

seungcheol: Should i be worried rn lol?

Also hi everyone ☺️

hobi: hiiiiiiiiiii

jimin: so ur y/n’s bff right?

seungcheol: Yup

tae: KILL YOURSELF

namjoon: he didn’t mean that

tae: I DID

namjoon: he didn’t honestly

yoongi: what’s ur address?

y/n: do not answer that

jin: did you see the dispatch photos?

seungcheol: I did i was about to call y/n

can’t believe they caught us like that 😭

jimin: wow today is a great day

yoongi: wdym caught?? you two aren’t even dating so they caught you guys doing nothing

like that was nothing

jk: 2&&2838;8;:7:&:&;&:&38293@:@.@:@@;9.&:&:&:&:&:&:&&.&:@/&2&3&3&:&:&,&:&:&:&&.&:&:&:&&:&:&:&:&:&:&:&:&:&&:&:,&;&&:&:&:.&&.&.&:&:&:&.&.&.&.&.&:&:&:&:&&..&£,’xjxxjjdjjxjsmnzjjdjdjzjsidiididiidicidididididsidjdjdjdjdjdjjdjdjdjdididididididjjxixididididididiidjdjdjdjxjdjdkmdkdkxkxkxkdkjjdxjjdjxjxjcjxjxjxjxjxjxjxjdjdjdjdjdjdjjxxjxjxjjxxjxkjxxjjdjjdjdjxjdjdjdjxjxjxjxjxjjxjxjsjdjxjxjjddjjdjdjxj

seungcheol: Is he ok?

namjoon: yes

jimin: no

tae: SCOUPS IS A SHIT STAGE NAME BTW

hobi: urs is literally the letter v

jin: is she a good kisser?

seungcheol: The best ☺️

y/n removed seungcheol from LAYOVER OUT NOW!!

y/n: THAT IS ENOUGH

tae: WHAT DID HE MEAN BY THAT

yoongi: add him back

jimin: MESSYY

jk: where to purchase gun

sorry this isn’t google

hobi: wow that was intense guys

y/n: never speak to me again hoseok

hobi: 🥺

ily

namjoon: i’m sure this will die down in a few days

tae: ur throat is not safe

namjoon: ???

are you trying to fuck me rn

[bonny-kookoo]

sugar and spice where maybe jk is jealous of how close oc is with a band member, like they're playing and laying around jimin too much when they come over?? idk I miss this couple 🥺

Your wish is my command.

"Where'd my baby go?" Jungkook asks staff, who simply point towards where Jimin is appearing to help clean your glasses for you, before you put them back on.

To say it irritated Jungkook would be an understatement.

He knows that Jimin likes to tease him- that it's friendly banter, but in a weird way, Jungkook's can't see it as such when it involves you. He doesn't want this guy to be this close doing the things be himself should be doing for you. There's this.. fear in him that you might end up falling for him.

So moments later, after the concert is properly finished he's quick to rush backstage and kiss your lips, uncaring of prying eyes and teasing whistles from his friends. This is a statement, and he's making it loud and clear; you're his, off limits to anyone else.

And you're not complaining, happily receiving his attention

"I can't wait to cuddle with you all night once we're back at the hotel." He mumbles into your neck, sleepily holding you close on his lap as he waits for everyone to pack up and get back to the hotel they all stay at. The room you two share is spacious and cozy, a twin sized bed that's not really needed with how close together you always sleep.

It's not a tour. Just two performances, but still. He's grateful he's able to have you with him at all times.

And maybe he can spare you for a few seconds to offer jimin a taste of what it could be like. As long as you'll always come back to him-

As long as he stays your number one.

[jikookficsdiarry]

HELLO LOVES!! I'm here to express my deepest love for episode 4. Finally, it has been a long week, and the wait for episode 5 is almost over :)

OFCOURSE I'm gonna begin with

너는 나, 나는 너 🥹

Jikook in the swimming pool, enjoying their time together, getting on with their daily antics was the best thing ever!! The way they played rock, paper scissors under water🥹 CUTIES my goofballs for real!! Also, yes I have the same question as you, why did Kook have to remind minie that the glass was see through?? What kind of mischief was jiminie upto?!!!

Also, umm hello?! My 2015 baby army self would have never survived this. Please I think BT21 took hiatus too seriously. Damn, I used to lose my mind over foreheads...we have come a long way lads.

Also, the ppeuri after the whole ramyeon conversation?! Hello?! Like what was going on?! The way I screamed into my pillow. BYE.

BUBBAS🥹🤍 (the yawning in sync, they are the embodiment of you are me, i am you)...also I felt so bad for tae cause his neck hurt after head banging...I really hope his neck felt so much better when kookie gave him the message🥺

You wanna know the exact moment I said "what in the AO3?"

This right here. I combusted. I smiled, then I teared up and I replayed it 10 times to know if this wasn't a fever dream. It wasn't. It was reality and then I teared up some more. Happy tears I promise🥹🤍

When I first saw this thought the sign was edited🤭 little did I know the universe was trying to give me sign instead.

All the food moments, apart from making me extremely hungry made me realise how much attention kookie pays to minie whilst he is eating. Not only in these episodes but every time kookies ensures jiminie has eaten well🥹 like idk how to explain but it tugs at my heart strings🥹🤍

Also, idk why tae bear didn't join them for snorkelling, but his smile when he looks at kookie and jiminie has my whole heart🥹🤍

I was so happy that my baby caught to fishes!! Look at that adorable boxy smile🥹 my whole heart...oh I miss tae. Okay sorry no more tears.

I usually don't point this out, but omds I could not hold back this time, the SIZE DIFFERENCE!! I know there are so many other moments, but something about kookies hand enveloping jiminie hands and jiminie holding onto kookies thumb....yeah, my heart is doing a triple axle as we speak.

To conclude, I really from the bottom of my heart enjoyed watching this episode. I was struggling health wise last week and this epsiode gave me the energy I needed. I also feel I was more relieved by the fact that Jiminie didn't feel sick anymore and wasn't hurt in any way. I was so happy to see vminkook giggling.🤍 And jikook being so happy in each other's presence. Their moments, the little things they do for each other, I see them🤍 I know there are so many theories and asks about so many moments not only in this episode. I'll reteriate, I am not going to respond to asks that are offensive or not OT7, and I am just trying to enjoy the show, please let me kindly do that🤍

Episode 5 has me already excited. Less than 24 hours!! LESSSGOO!!

Are you sure?! You truly are my serotonin🥹🤍

Thank you.

~ Nel🤍

Please drop a good review for AYS if you can🫶🏻

[jxngh]

request : 32 “if we weren’t in public right now, i’d have my head between your legs.”

89 “this is my pussy i can touch it whenever i please.”

pairing : jimin x reader

genre : smut obv.

note : it's been in my drafts for suchhhh a long time and seeing you guys still interacting w my blog made me wanna post 🥺 nd don't forget to do the poll pls (it's at the end)

these moments were rare.

having a world-star boyfriend, you are used to see people - millions of them - admire your boyfriend, all the compliments, the way they try to be close, wishing they were you.

but now, being the star of your closest friend's wedding - that's how jimin felt -, cause in your mind you weren't really the star, maybe till the bride comes.

he was standing with his friends, talking about anything and everything while his eyes were following every move of your precious body does. he tried, god knows, he tried to focus on people's words but, no.

he looked around of him, the beautifully designed place, a glass ceiling where people could see both nature and sky, pretty candles on every table, well dressed humans, then he looked the middle of all place.

you were there.

standing with a mini saten dress, silver heels with straps, a designed silver bracelet your boyfriend gifted.

he took a deep breath, almost a dreamy sigh. all he could see was you, and when he was not looking at you he was thinking about something reminding of you.

he was basically looking at his glass of wine, trying really hard to not eat you with his eyes, and finding himself thinking that you were wearing the same color. wine. red wine. it's my favorite, he thought.

' who am i lying to? she's my favorite, that makes the colors prettier somehow ', his inner voice said.

it wasn't helping him that you were on the charge of welcoming people. you knew almost everyone in bride's life. you stood on the front door first, then started to walk around and ask people how they're doing and stuff. that was when the compliments got out of control.

you were handling it fine at the beginning, loving the attention, bowing your head down and thanking. but hearing too much of them - ' bride shouldn't let you in, you're basically glowing ' ' everybody's looking at you, it's impossible to not look tbh' ' didn't see any woman carrying the red this well.. and more - you really were blushing and trying to laugh it off.

and even though jimin couldn't hear those from the place he's been watching you, he could see. see the mini dress fitting your body so perfectly, showing every curve that he knows like a map and all the imperfections he loves. see the glittery make-up of yours, dark shade of lips, the way you walk, the way you get shy and play with your hair..

he drank and filled his glass again.

' she looks so fucking good in that dress, can't wait to take it off of her, then have my tongue on every inch of her precious skin, move my hands all through her body, taste her, ruin her pretty make-up. kiss her all night like crazy.. make her cry for more underneath me. ' his inner voice whispered to him.

he needed to be close to you. and a voice cut his trance.

" jimin? you there? " taehyung asked looking at his best friend with a sheepish grin.

jimin looked at him and understood that he was staring at you for a long time now. so he quckly said " i'm going to my girlfriend, missed her. " and left the brunet on the table.

as jimin walks closer to you, you were talking to a young man which look alike the groom, jimin noticed.

and heard the guy saying " you look gorgeous today and you won't believe how many people asked me if you're single.. " and you laughed.

" no- "

jimin's hand found your waist in a most gentle way without thinking. you looked at him feeling better after his sudden touch.

" hi, i'm jimin. the boyfriend. " he said and he gave the eye smile. a little overprotectiveness on his tone. then the two met and the guy didn't stay long saying that he needs to check the groom.

" ah.. did you really had to look this good jagi? " he said lowering his voice on purpose and whispered to your ear after tucking your hair behind your ear slowly.

you felt tingles.

" it's a wedding chim, everyone has to. " you replied, fixing his tie and fighting the urge of kissing him right there.

" hmm.. " he said looking at your lips. " but you're the star today. "

the tone got you melting inside again.

" what's with the tone? are you trying to make me blush, park? " you replied, heart beating faster but in a stable voice. he didn't need to see you melt.

and before he could open his mouth and gave you a proper answer, you heard taehyung giving a small speech, then saying that he'll be singing couple of songs for the lovely couple because bride asked him to..

so you two stopped standing in the middle and you intertwined your fingers with his, took him to a table. his hand was placed on your waist the whole song. he hummed most of the song, then decided to give you a back hug. so he did, sang the song to your ear while placing his hands on your hips, slowly swinging you both.

feeling his breath on your neck shouldn't make you feel this hot. the tone of his voice shouldn't make you blush like this, the way he makes you dance shouldn't make you feel dizzy on the knees, but they did.

" jagi.. " he said slowly at the end of the song, “ if we weren’t in public right now, i’d have my head between your legs. ”

he left a small kiss to your shoulder, you were sure it all looked innocent. this was his plan from the beginning. and you were positive that your thin underwear was getting wetter.

then he standed next to you, joined the conversation like he wasn't the one who said all of these.. then turned to you.

" babe? can't we go see around? i'm really curious about the view plus we're inside for hours, need some fresh air. " he held your hand and asked like such gentleman. and you played along.

you let him take you into the woods, find a place for only just you two. pushed your back to a tree, started to kiss your chest to neck.

" the things you do to me.. " he talked to your skin, held your thigh and made your leg hug his body while his mouth finds yours, not too slow, not too fast, definitely intense and making your little sounds mix kinda kiss.

his hand moved under your dress, sliding your underwear quickly.

" we can't, they'll get suspicious.. not now baby. " you said noticing your voice getting weaker with every word. what a lie, you wanted him to continue.

" this is my pussy i can touch it whenever i please." he palmed your pussy. " so stop acting and spread those pretty legs for me a little, doll. " he said sending tingles to your body.

you couldn't say a word back, already giving in, opening your legs.

" yes, my pretty doll.. " " now open that cherry lips.." he said pushing two fingers in your mouth. " suck. "

you did, swirled your tongue around it while locking eyes with him.

" shit, you're making me mad baby. " he said lowering his fingers and starting to toy your clit. and his lips found it's place on your neck.

his fingers were everywhere but inside of you. and you couldn't help but push your hips to his hand.

" tsk, it's mine baby, i get to decide what i'll give to you. "

then slapped your cunt. you moaned. he did it again saying " right doll?" then again.. now you were about to cry. he left a small kiss to your lips and sent his two fingers in.

" you're clenching too hard huh? will you come to my fingers? make a mess? " and you did, shakingly.

[hollyhomburg]

The latest bily chapter was so so sweet! I started crying towards the end but in a very soft god these characters deserve a happy ending kinda way. It sent me down a little bit of a philosophical spiral of love that is accidental vs practiced and I think this entire chapter shows it off really well.

Love is a skill and a hard one at that and seeing the multitude of ways it's shown through this chapter alone just makes me weepy.

I loved the small follow through about hobi being the best for finding forgotten things and then cutting to them in the bakery with mc having pockets full of sea glass as they have a day free of fear.

Obviously all of the yoongi and mc bits are just so wonderful. So so soft. The bit where yoongi is overwhelmed sitting at the table surrounded by food and pack who loves him is just.

Even the smaller lines of Jin in the background caring for everyone or namjoon cuddling yoongi and picking them up from a date to jungkook and jimin being silly and lighthearted or Tae being the voice of reason and yearning like. I love this story so much.

they really do deserve a happy ending don't they? ooooooh a spiral though- accidental vs practiced, i think all love is a sort of practice. idk- i saw this quote the other day of "you can't save someone, all you can do is love them" and the way it hit my head like a gong and reverberated through me- i've been able to think of little else since i read it!!!

honestly i don't know if i wrote it in yet- please tell me if i didn't because it deserves to be in bily- but one of hobi's courting gifts to the m/c was supposed to be a bunch of big glass jugs that they could organize their seaglass collection by color into 🥺 in my mind they keep it as a shared hobby for their whole life! not to ramble- but i found a peice of seaglass that has a 1/50,000 chance of being found the other day! uranium glass seaglass! it glows under black light and is mildly radioactive!

[angelicyoongie]

hallooo!! I've had this question ever since I started reading Lovesick but I always was a bit afraid to clear up my possible misunderstanding. In chapter one we find out that the MC's first letter that she got was hot pink + we also got to see what it said in the letter (I'm not gonna quote what it said, srry 😭), but later in chapter 7 namjoon calls out jungkook for writing the *quite* lewd letter although I could've sworn jks letter is red and jimins is hot pink? Maybe I understood wrong but I don't think that the MC ever got a letter from jk that we at least have read so far..?

Apologies if i misundertood oh and btw have a good day 🥹💗

Love ur writing!!

hii! ☺️ it's nothing to be scared of, it happens when there's a lot of information!! namjoon calls jk out for writing the red letter in ch 7, not the pink ones! "Namjoon makes a puzzled noise, eyes squinting behind his glasses as he peers intently at the letter in his hand. He’s clutching an empty red envelope in the other, the stiff paper crinkling in his hand as his posture grows tense. Namjoon casts an uncertain glance to his side, gaze lingering on Jungkook [..] The moment Jungkook looks up, Namjoon’s body seems to deflate, his hands falling to the table as he blurts out a bewildered, "Jungkook-ah, isn’t this your handwriting?”"

but i can see how you could get it confused based on the reaction the mc has to it! since she doesn't know that all of them are behind the letters at that moment in time, she immediately tries to figure out how jk, who's so shy, could write the filthy things that she got in the pink letters (which are from jimin). jungkook doesn't know that she's internally thinking about the pink letters and not the red ones, so when he tries to explain himself it sort of seems like he's implicating himself if that makes sense?? so maybe thats why you got them a lil mixed up!

no worries at all, i hope i managed to clear it up for you!! i hope you have a good day yourself and thank you so much!! 🥺💖

[domnq88]

So

I miss jimin

Ahahahhahahahaha!

No surprise

Here’s a few pics I found on Pinterest I really like of him. Just look at him I guess😭🤣😭

🤷🏽‍♀️

I am ARMY but I got a weird pang and was like, I miss this lil sweet chicky 🐥 man haha.

Like 😵‍💫whoa

(Those fanfics I’ve recently liked was 🔥 super raunchy good smut but still 🔥 if I like a story and it’s like that it’s actually quite good imo. My likes are there. lol 😅)

Ahhhhh the glasses! 🤓 🥺 so cute! (I’ve heard they really can’t see anyways [except for hobi??])so I need BTS to all WEAR THEIR GLASSES! Maybe they have contacts?! 🤔

First off. Blinged out. Second. Gorgeous. Third. That smirk. Fourth. He looks like he was daydreaming about something so I like this pic…..

Ah. Just kinda classic.

Classic with the simple jewelry and all black

This random pic cause it’s bf coded. 😳

After you say good morning cause his sleep schedule is sh*t but yours isn’t he goes back to sleep.

You stare at him for a sec. He doesn’t mind like he usually does when people eye ball him and drifts off. Boy can shoot daggers staring people down-

You go to a little comfy couch on the other side of the room and read a little and enjoy the quiet.

After a while of losing your thoughts in a fantasy land within the pages of your book, You decide to lay next to him and snuggle in front of him. He stirs from the warmth from your body and pulls you in closer to him, his chest pressed against your back. Your head nestled underneath his chin. He presses his face into your neck.

Breathing you in and exhaling out, A calm floating over you as he leans into you, making you blush as his body presses up against yours,feeding off each others warmth.

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Your eyes flutter open, unsure of when you fell asleep yourself. You lost track of time, not knowing how long you two had been laying in spoon position. The sun’s rays now higher in the room, You turn around to face him. His eyes half closed, looking as sultry as they always do. How long had he been awake?

And for a second, you just stare at each other. The heat rises up in your cheeks as he caresses your cheek with one hand and pulls you closer(if that’s even possible) to him with the other.

Nothing is being said, but somehow is.

And then he kisses you, giving you the softest feather kisses. One after the other. You feel as if you’re melting, shivers going down from your lips all over your body.

And you can’t help but wonder…

How many more Simple mornings like this-

TYPE SHIT. 🤣

Ok ok ok.

Cmon, he’s so bf coded in this

I had to write a small snippet of SOMETHING.

Ok I’m done😭💕😭

BYEEEEEEE 🫶🏽

😭

( I miss writing like that. I should upload some writings here or maybe to my art page on the blog side of it when I get it up)

I use to write so many love poems I often talk in rhyme it’s hilarious and annoying.😭💕😭

I have so many stories and poems YALL…)

[burthummels]

ok i changed my mind about drawing all the hair colours bc that's actually a lot of work that i don't have the energy for rn (silly art block and whatnot) and i don't wanna make u wait forever bc i'd forget etc etc i'm so sorry i'm a massive mess rn

ANYWAY i wanna preface this list by saying that i think black is a great colour on all of them! thinking specifically about that time jimin got compared to prince eric <3 and tae's recent pretty black curls (gone but never forgotten) but they all look good with black hair and i will not hear otherwise 😤

joon:

i think joon looks really good with light hair in general but i am particularly weak for grape!joon <3 his spring day/not today soft purple hair is everything to me

jin:

u are so so right about purple jin but may i offer u blond and pink jin as well! i think that almost platinum blond makes him look so ethereal and it very much fits the way his voice sounds to me. and shoutout to the pink for being so pretty on him

yoongi:

ok tbh i think black is his best colour however!! this ashy brown hair is super pretty

and shoutout to platinum blond agust d bc this was a Look he is so iconic for doing this

hobi:

i second the reddish brown tbh that is the colour i wish my hair was rn but i am realising very quickly that i can't pull it off quite like him ksfjhgkfd </3 anyway i also love whatever is going on with his hair in the spring day mv i think that should be an honourable mention

jimin:

jimin is a natural blond to me too tbh. especially when it looks all soft and fluffy i think he looks so cozy and gentle and huggable!! i'm also very weak for the pink tho like spring day jimin is everything to me and i was so happy when the pink made a comeback

tae:

tae looks good in literally every colours it's so unfair to the rest of us </3 out of the really bright colours my faves were red and blue tho! tae in the save me mv really imprinted on me in ways i can't describe dkfgjh and then when he had blue hair and jimin had pink hair 💞💞💞 looking so bright and colourful together i love them sm <33

but also!! this fluffy curly brown on him!!! when people were saying he looked like a poodle!! so so soft i fucking love it i want to play with his hair

jungkook:

i think i'm mainly used to seeing black/brown on him bc he had those colours for so long but! cherry kook or even just the red tips that i don't remember but found when i was looking up his red hair <3 idk there's just sth about this look that really hits to me

omg grape!joon how could i ever forget !!!! the sweetest angel anctually !!!! i love light hair on him :( it's just so !!! aah oh wowowow he's so my everything shaped and these pictures just prove it actually like i'd do anything for him

oh yes i am so glad you offered up blonde and pink jinnie !! he is so ethereal and soft and he just looks like he should be a prince somewhere like ,,,, he's so right when he calls himself worldwide handsome like he KNOWS he's so pretty and he's right

ASHY BROWN WITH THE HEADBAND LIKE I THINK IM GONNA SHORT CIRCUIUT !!!!!!! AND THEN PLATINUM AGUST D?!?!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!!!! LIKE ARE U TRYING TO MAKE ME EXPLODE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GOOOOOOOOOOOD no yoongi just ,,,,,,, og i become insane any time i look at him actually like there is something inside of my body that just insantly gives me the feeling of wanting to bite on glass and scream like ,,,,,, GOD min yoongi

my best friend hobi my best friend !!!! the red hair !!!! ooooh that hobi is just has such a special place in my heart like idk i look at him and i am simply filled with joy and happiness and my saddness melts away (that's any hobi but red hair hobi just <333 baby boy) and yes !!!! the spring day hair w the red streaks !!! aaah he looks so cute in it 🥺 and his eyes look so pretty in that photo too and that choker of im 🥺🥺🥺

NATURAL BLONDE JIMIN STANS RISE !!!!!!!! yes when it's soft and fluffy !!!!! oh it's perfect and i jsut wanna give him all the hugs !!! and you're sosososososo correct about pink jimin like that is also just a precious huggable angel sorry and i think i'd love to see a pink!jimin comeback again i think it would bring world peace

the fact that tae just...... looks good in everything... im sick to my stomach.... how is it FAIR !!! OH BLUE AND PINK JIMIN !!!! MY COTTON CANDY TWINS !!!!! THEY JUST !!!! OH THEY JUST LOOK SO PERFECT TOGETHER !!!! (maybe they're more jollyrancher colored but it doesn't have the same ring) but oh tae in the save me mv is imprinted in my mind and i will rewatch it jsut for himsdkfjhlsd but poodle!tae !!! oh what a sweet boy !! that live where jk was just putting forks in his hair sdjkfhaldskfh

OH JUNGKOOK MY SWEET BABY STAR CANDY JUNGKOOK WHO IWOULD LITERALLY DO ANYTHING FOR !!!!! i look at him and i am instintaniously the heart eyes emoji like i can't help it that just who i am and jungkook is my babygirl that's how the world is !!!! but yes the reeeeed cherry !!!! it's so good !!! i love when you can still see his roots but there's color there i think that's the best way to do color for his hair !!!! oh it's just <33333 wow,,,,, im looking at those photos and im simply just here to be a in love w jungkook like i think that's what im put on this planet for (also soobin behind jk in the first photo made me giggle a little sdjhfakld)

!!!! spring day bangtan is just something that can be so personal and so full of love and emotion like.... wow.... !!!

[stormblessed95]

Watching Are You Sure?! EP 5

A reminder of how I do these reaction posts as I watch things. I just write my reactions and thoughts down literally they happen. Think more of a bullet point format. I'll include links when I can to videos, thanks to the people who twt who upload clips. And at the end, I'll do a better wrap up of all my opinions. I hope everyone enjoyed the show so far!!

Chef JK! Salt bae JK! Absolutely smitten and endeared Jimin!

Jimin absolutely indulging and encouraging JKs cooking enjoyment by asking him questions about his process was so cute. Tae giving such earnest compliments

The way Jikook chugged their Soju lmao damn guys

Jimin making ssam to feed the staff and JK saying no perilla leaves was Hysterical only because of the whole perilla leaf history he has 😂🤣

JK popping open the Soju in increasingly silly ways while Jimin watched absolutely endeared and smitten once again. Until Tae accused him of teaching JK that and he had to defend himself lol

Jimin calling JK very handsome 🥰

Only 2 months until their service 🥺

Them talking about how they don't think they will fight at all when enlisted together..only help each other. And JK saying he hopes they even sleep right next to each other. No one can say they both didn't desperately want to do this together!

Jimin never letting JK elbowing him in his sleep go!

Jimin so demurely petting and loving on the cat while JK runs, jumps, playing and acts crazy while loving on the puppy is so them and so funny 😂

Vminkook car karaoke 😍😍😍

Jimin sneaking out of the pool to go spray JK who was still inside on his phone lol

Vmin teaming up on JK as soon as he gets in. Lol pretty sure Jimin probably pinches his butt behind that wall 😂 and his nipples at one point too lol

Taking turns sleeping on the bottom of the pool 😂

Poor Jimin got water up his nose lmao!

JK pulling Jimin to the top of the pool by his hair was a CHOICE lol he pulled it knowledgeably at least 😅😭😂🤣 I know too much about them at this point. Honestly

Too many fun under water games 😂🥰💜

JK playing a prank on Jimin and locking him out of the house lmao and him signing that he is annoying and to open at him 😂🤣

JK saying he is cold and Jimin starting to open his arms like he is going to hug him 💜

Not them having a towel fight 😂🤣🤣

Tae fully just claimed Jimin's bed and made Jikook choose the other two. Lmfao and the way they fought over who had to take the lower bed, but in a "no no, I'll do it's way 😍

Jimin waking up and first thing going to snuggle JK 😭🥰😭🥰

And then we cut and somehow Jimin lost his shirt and is waking JK up very obnoxiously lmao

Tae leaving early in the morning to go golfing with the Wooga squad! Look at him splitting his time so effectively and probably taking a break from the jikookery lol

JK photosynthesizing 🤣🤣🤣🤣

Jimin taking forever to get ready and JK trying to hustle him along was peak domestic behavior lmfao

Jimin wearing the perfume because JK said he likes it 🥰 cuteeee

Tae getting dropped off for their next meal all together and the Vmin hug 💜

Jikook telling Tae they were up till 4am and Jimin fell asleep phone scrolling?! Lol what were y'all doing all night?? You need more sleep! I say, typing this at midnight my time lol

I need my babies to stop counting calories 😭

Tae ruffling JKs hair and him trying on Tae's glasses is soooo cute! Jimin trying them on too! They all look so good in everything.

Not them arguing over if it's ham or pink sausage. Lmfao JK getting so upset about it that he asked the waitress and his "hah" back at Jimin over it! Lmfao Jimin being like whooo hey. It's just food. And their "apologies" to each other. Lol! They are so extra over everything lol How come Tae started this argument and it ended up mostly between Jikook 🤣🤣🤣🤣

Jimin basically telling JK he is happy if JK is happy 🥰 he loves him ❤️

"JK drinking soda means round 3 has just begun" lol Jimin showing off his JK knowledge 😂

Tae spent most of this episode when not actively playing with Jikook on his phone. Part of me wishes we got to see more of him with his other friends too, but I'm glad he made time to hang out with Jikook before they all enlisted too 🥰

Tae baby was so sleepy! He slept through the whole car ride basically and then came back to nap fully too. Jimin woke him up so softly 🥰

JK at a restaurant in NY while doing Golden promo alone with staff and immediately thinking about how he wants to make it for Jimin because "Jimin would love it" is so freaking cute and precious and sweet

JK didn't just cook stew for Jimin or Vmin, but for the entire staff. And I love him so much for that. The sweetest human he is

Jimin napping while JK cooks too 🥰

Jimin somehow lost his shirt at some point while everyone was coming to get food. Lol who knows why, maybe it's just titties out as appreciation for the cook? 😂😂

Both Jikook expressing that they loved having V there and that he helped make it so fun and that a maknae line trip made them feel really young again. And you could tell too. They were so silly! I love these 3 so much!!

Wrap up Thoughts:

So Jikook knew by the end of September that they would enlist together. And the palpable relief they both clearly felt over that was so so clear. This 100% made the experience way more tolerable for them. I'm so glad that they have each other. The difference in the way they talk about military service, especially JK, in the US and in Jeju is striking. In the US, JK started playfully smacking Jimin when he would bring it up, it caused him tension and anxiety and he clearly didn't want to talk about it, especially on camera. While here in Jeju, they know they will be together and they are relaxed, making jokes, expressing their happiness about getting to go together. Expressing their surety about how nice and helpful it will be to have the other there and their faith and trust in each other. How they want to wake up to each other. It's beautiful

I don't like calling any of the members 3rd wheels unless it's stupidly obvious it's a joke, but this episode Tae was third wheeling a bit at times. Jikook seem to have a tendency to hyper focus on each other at times during conversation. When they were all playing and being silly, I never once got 3rd wheel vibes. Only during times of heavy conversation while they were eating. Tae also kept pulling out his phone. He was clearly in touch with amother group of friends during that time as well who were also in Jeju, and him trying to split so much of his attention also probably fed a bit of those third wheel vibes a bit too. I'm so glad he was there with them though. Jikook also were as well. They all had such a good time together and seeing them and sharing in the love they all share is so healing for me personally. I hope Tae had the best time on Jeju with them and his Wooga Squad too! 💜💜💜

And that's all I've really got for this episode. It was a lot of mostly just sleeping and eating and playing this episode! Lol I can't wait to see what Sapporo brings!

[here2bbtstrash]

Something about taking a bubble bath with jimin at the end of a tiring day is just so endearing. Nothing sexual happens since you’re both tired and just want a relaxing night. They’re in the bath together with a glass of wine nearby and just talking about your day along with anything and everything that comes up in the conversations. At some point both of you start playing with the bubbles and things get kinda messy (half of the water from the tub is now on the floor and the bathroom is borderline flooding) and the night ends with both of them cuddling to sleep 🥹

I'M GOING TO EVAPORATE THIS IS ADORABLE 😭 domestic baths are 1000/10 the cutest fucking thing ever. lighting a candle, throwing in all your favorite bath bombs and oils to make it smell divine and leave your skin extra soft. sinking down in the hot water with jimin across from you, legs tangling together (or alternately, sinking back against his chest 🥺). drinking, talking, making each other laugh and acting like kids, splashing and tickling each other and not even caring about the mess you'll have to deal with later 🛀

soft hours!! 🌸 if you could do one (sfw!) activity with one member (or subunit!) of bangtan: who are you with & what are you doing?

[jimimn]

Jimin recording album of the history in his beanie and glasses and bucket hat 🥺🥺🥺 he means so much to me <3

the cutest artist 🥹🥹🥹

[persphonesorchid]

Hatin' On You - MYG

Summary: You absolutely loathe min yoongi, and honestly, you have no idea why - his vibe rubs you in all the wrong ways. When you and him suddenly find yourselves in a room with a shaman, things get ridiculously complicated.

Genre: Past Lovers au | enemies to friends to lovers(.....the lovers part comes in the sequel lmao) Fluff, angst.

Word count: 8k

Warnings: Swearing, Yoongi and Mc are always at each other's throats. Character death, though, it's not too detailed. Yoongi and Mc are essentiallly drugged but not really. The shaman and the past life versions of Yoongi and Mc are not described because I simply don't remember how they looked to recall the finer details, just that Yoongi and mc of course don't look like themselves in their past lives. There's a tarot reading that's very vague but it'll make sense. The switch in the dream sequence scenes are a bit fast but you'll know when it happens. Yoongi calls Mc a brat 👀

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Notes: This fic is inspired by a dream I had. The parts where the shaman is met, the tarot reading, Yoongi being a jerk ( lmao) and the scenes of their past lives described are all part of my dream. Which honestly was wild as hell? Got me delulu up in here 😭 I hope you guys enjoy this!! And don't worry, there's a sequel in the works already! Which you should look out for!!

Beta'd by the loml @xpeachesncream , who, without her being here for me to ramble about my crazy ass dream and not letting me pass up on a great idea, this fic wouldn't be here. A THOUSAND KISSES NIKKI MY LOVE ❤️🥺

Feedback is appreciated and encouraged!!

“Gonna stand there all day?”

You roll your eyes skyward, hoping to find the patience and the will, to be civil for more than five minutes. Yoongi’s making it so hard, though, you swear – you’re trying.

There’s a resounding sigh at Yoongi’s tone, but no one actually says anything. Seokjin’s car is pulled up to the curb where you wait standing, and inwardly, you spew every curse you know at him for having this demon named Min Yoongi in the backseat.

“I thought Jimin was picking me up?” You say, not actually making a move to get in. Namjoon, Seokjin’s forever passenger princess, is sitting at the front, blinking at you with round eyes behind his glasses.

Seokjin leans forward, shades slipping to the end of his nose and he peers at you over the frame. “He’s getting Hobi and Jungkook. I’m burning gas here, missy. Get in.”

You shift your gaze from him, to Yoongi, who hasn’t budged to the other side of the seat yet. Seatbelt still buckled, arm hanging out the window. You make an odd noise in the back of your throat, motioning at him with a flick of your hand and an incredulous expression. Does he want you to walk around?

“Yoongi.” Seokjin sighs, and the man rolls his eyes, wordlessly unbuckling his seatbelt. He slides across to the other side, and you step over to open the door.

Seokjin has the heat blasting in the car, and you’re grateful for the warmth as you get in and out of the cold. There’s soft music coming from the radio, and Seokjin and Namjoon slip back into whatever conversation they were having before.

You settle in the seat, pointedly staring at the back of Namjoon’s head. You could feel Yoongi’s stare, burning into the side of your head and you refuse to give him the satisfaction of glancing his way.

You promised Seokjin you’d behave, that the few words you’d share with Yoongi – if any – would be civil.

You’ve known Yoongi for years, running in between the same circle of friends. The first time you’d met him, Seokjin had warned you not to take his lack of words and uninterested expression to heart. You hadn’t, some people are like that – you’re aware. Yoongi constantly had his guard up, never letting anyone get closer than he would allow.

It’s not easy to sit in a room with him, even amongst your friends. It’s awkward, painfully so. You’re not sure why he rubs you the wrong way, maybe it’s something about his vibe. The way he carries himself like he’s king shit, able to command a room with a flick of his wrist.

You and Yoongi always bicker, even without saying anything at all. There’s a tension that’s strung between you both, like a tight coil that only curls tighter the closer you are to each other. Like now, sitting a few inches away from him, even though he’s said nothing else to you, eyes stuck petulantly out the window.

You cross your arms, leaning back into the seat, trying to let Seokjin and Namjoon’s conversation drown your thoughts. Even though you could care less about the going ins of their shared psychology classes.

The drive out of town was otherwise a quiet one, with You and Yoongi ignoring each other – save the moment Seokjin turned a corner too quickly for you to brace. Catching yourself against Yoongi’s side, he scowled at you, and you acted as though you touched old, wet food in your kitchen sink.

Seokjin would glance at you both in the rear view, perfect brows furrowed as his gaze shifts between you. He and Namjoon seem to sense the growing, awkward tension from the backseat, and try their best to pull you into a conversation.

You couldn’t be happier to see the flashing strobe lights off the break in the main road. The first spring fair of the season, filled to the brim with all the food you can eat and rides and attractions to get yourself sick on.

You tumble out of the car, grateful for the fresh air tinted with the scent of popcorn, sweets and what have you. There’s a short line at the ticket booth, where you spot Jimin’s cotton candy hair, waiting for you with the rest of your friends like they promised.

You trail towards them without waiting for the others, sneaking over to Hoseok, whose back was to you. He’s caught in an animated conversation with Jungkook, his distinctive cackle reaching your ears as he leans forward with his laugh waving his hand to stop Jungkook saying what you can’t hear.

You poke your fingers into his sides, and the man yells, grabbing at Taehyung and spinning him around while darting behind his back.

“Y/n!” Taehyung’s smile is infectious, and you can’t help your own even as Hoseok spews a couple of swears at you for scaring him.

Jimin leans over, hands on his knees as he laughs at Hoseok.

“You made it.” He says, once he’s calmed, straightening up to throw an arm around your shoulders.

You pinch softly at his finger, “Just barely, no thanks to you,” Glancing over your shoulder as Seokjin, Namjoon and Yoongi draw near. “You left me to suffer.”

Greetings are exchanged as you all move up in line to get tickets. You’re tucked happily between Jimin and Hoseok, a good two people away from Yoongi as he lingers behind Seokjin, brooding and complaining about something. You can’t hear what he’s saying, but you roll your eyes anyway.

Once everyone gets their tickets, and the little wristbands are snug against your wrists, you all make it past the entrance.

The fair is supposed to be here for a couple of nights, with their pretty lights and flashy entertainers that mingle about doing their jobs. You’re not sure where to start first, standing close together like sardines in a tin while Namjoon tries to talk over the sound of screaming children and other fair-goers.

He’s explaining why a buddy system is necessary, as though you’re not all adults that can look after yourselves. Though, you appreciate the man’s concern for everyone’s wellbeing and safety.

You travel as a group at first, heading over to the food stands to get snacks while you all decide what games to go play. Eventually the group breaks apart, everyone finding something that catches their eyes, and you stick with Jimin and Hoseok through most of it.

Hoseok’s stealing from your paper bag of popcorn, watching Jimin throw darts for a prize a little ways away. There’s a little squirrel plush on a key chain swinging from your finger – something Hoseok won over at the cans booth.

Jimin waddles over, a pout on his lips after all his darts fell short, and you try to cheer him up; the games are rigged anyway.

“No, he just sucks.”

You swat a giggling Hoseok, unraveling yourself away from his arm and stealing fingers. Jimin lifts a long leg to playfully kick at him, and you pass him your popcorn, lips and tongue feeling raw from the salt and butter.

“Do you guys know where the bathrooms are in this place? The soda’s finally caught up to me.” You glance around, trying to see any indication of the signs that would lead you to the restrooms.

“Yeah, we passed them back there.” Hoseok points a thumb over his shoulder, but is otherwise too busy to pay you any mind, trying to get his fingers back into the popcorn. He gives you a double take as you quickly walk away, “Hey! Don’t go off alone.”

“I’m a big girl Hobi, just wait here. I’ll be back!”

You weave your way through the crowd, lost amongst the children surrounding a colorfully dressed clown doing tricks. You go past the man with the cotton candy crafted into intricate designs, and the teenagers showing their strength on the meter.

You find the little blue sign on a pole, white letters standing out against it. The area is quiet, away from the tinkling sounds of the attractions and people. A straight pebbled pathway leads up to a small concrete building, a buzzing white light flickers over the bathrooms separated by coloured doors. You slip into the ladies room and quickly sort yourself out.

You’re washing your hands, eager to return to where Hoseok and Jimin are waiting when you hear it. There’s a little sniffling, and a low voice over it somewhere outside.

Drying your hands with a paper towel, you step down the concrete steps and spot the form of Min Yoongi, crouched at the beginning of the pathway.

“It’s okay...”

He’s talking to someone, and making your way over, you realize it’s a boy. The child is gripping a stuffed bear, nodding at Yoongi who lifts a hand to wipe his tears away.

You’re not sure why the sight shocks you so, you didn’t think the man had a soft bone in his body. You stop short of reaching him, and of course he hears the crunch of your sneakers on the pebbled path. He looks over his shoulder at you, for a brief moment, his eyes look hopeful, but it quickly dims at the sight of you. Eyebrows dropping into a glare you’re familiar with.

“Oh. It’s just you.” Yoongi sighs as he turns away, as though seeing you was a great inconvenience. He stands up, offering a hand to the boy who takes it without hesitation.

Ignoring Yoongi entirely, you smile at the child, “Is this big grumpy guy scaring you?”

The boy giggles, and you’re glad to make him smile even at Yoongi’s expense. “Is he lost?”

Yoongi stares at you for a long moment, mouth curling as though he’s not sure if he should answer you or not. Dark eyes narrowing slightly at you, he gives a curt nod but says nothing.

He didn’t ask you to, but you trail next to him anyways when he starts walking. You ask the boy where the last place he saw his parents was; he’s not too certain. You don't blame him, big place like this can be confusing with all the flashing lights that look the same.

“I’m taking him to the security booth.” Yoongi’s words are clipped – tense, as you follow him. He glances at you, “You don’t have to come with me.”

Normally, you’d try your best not to be in his vicinity—it’s better for the both of you that way, but you like annoying him. You like the satisfaction of getting under his skin the same way he does yours. You shrug, taking the little boy’s other hand.

The child looks up between the both of you, brows furrowed, “Are you fighting? My mom and dad fight sometimes, too! Dad said that it’s normal for grown ups who love each other to fight sometimes.”

You choke on air, smacking your free hand against your chest. You’re not sure if it’s because of your saliva getting stuck in your throat, or the burn of embarrassment that this child would assume such a thing that makes your skin flush.

Kids, they really do say the darndest things.

Yoongi’s taking it a bit better, though he looks pale, mouth opening before it closes a few times. He glances at you, makes a face, and promptly releases the boy’s hand. He wipes his hand against his jeans before taking it again.

“His hand’s all sweaty.” The boy whispers loudly, giggling as though your near death was amusing.

“We don’t—we aren’t...” You struggle, eyes darting to anywhere that isn’t into the big brown eyes of the little boy, or Yoongi, who of course, isn’t even looking at you. “Oh look! There’s the booth!”

You follow Yoongi’s lead, to the booth that was well lit, and a security guard is talking to a distressed couple. The man is talking quickly, shaking a photo at the guard.

The boy wiggles out of your and Yoongi’s grips, running as fast as his little legs can carry him.

You and Yoongi follow behind, as the couple turn at the boy’s call for them. Yoongi explains that he’d found him wandering near the bathrooms, waving off the couple’s repeated thanks.

They bow and thank you again before they leave, the little boy securely on his father’s hip, waving at you both. Yoongi gives him a smile, waving back, a smile that quickly drops as he turns to you. “D’you need help finding Jimin and Hoseok?” His eyes flicker down to where the squirrel plush swings from the belt loop in your jeans.

The words are taunting and there’s a gleam in his eyes that leaves you unsure if he’s joking or not. You huff, crossing your arms, “I’m not a child, you know.”

“Really? Could’ve fooled me, the way you act all the time.” He says, walking off, but you’re not letting him have the last word.

“As if you’re any better.” You trail behind him, glaring daggers into his broad back and hoping that he trips on air. You suck your teeth, pure pettiness leading you to follow behind him and not go your own way.

You’re not sure why it’s always this way. There’s a need to be as far away from him as you possibly can be, if to just spare yourself the headache, but also, a need that swirls beneath it to be near. You’re not sure what to make of that and you try not to think of it. Try to bury it down, put a lid on it and leave it to rot in a corner somewhere.

You don’t like him, and that’s just it, there’s nothing more to that, nothing you have to sit and bust your brain over.

You bump into Yoongi’s back when he suddenly stops walking. He hangs his head, turning a sharp gaze at you, “Can you stop following me like a puppy? People are gonna start thinking we’re friends or something.”

You scowl, “Who said I was following you?” you were, though. “We’re just walking in the same direction, stupid.”

“Did you just call me stupid?” He turns to face you fully – a little too close to you, honestly. There’s a twitch in his eye that reveals his annoyance.

“It’s not like I’m saying something wrong. I think you’re stupid and I’m telling you.” The fact that you have to look up at him doesn’t deter you, returning the glare he refuses to let waver. “I can call you something much worse if you’re into that.”

“Brat.” Yoongi’s lips curl into a sneer, and he’s about to open his mouth again when a voice stops him.

“My, my.” You both turn your heads to the side, to find a smiling elderly woman. Her gaze flickers between the both of you with a sort of knowing glint, “You two are quite the pair.”

You sigh harshly through your nose, already agitated and not needing another person assuming that something’s going on between you and Yoongi.

She’s wearing a dark flowing robe of sorts, her hands adorned with silver rings that catch on the lights and beaded bracelets that clink softly together. You eye her silver dream catcher necklace with a slight frown.

Yoongi takes a step away from you, shoving his hands into his pockets, “Can we help you?” His voice is softer, a far cry from the tone he uses with you.

The woman laughs, and there’s something about the sound that makes you want to hide behind Yoongi’s back. There’s something not quite right here, about her, but you’re not sure why sirens are going off in your head.

“Help me? No.” She smiles, “But I can help you.”

You and Yoongi share a look, and you’re certain you’ve somehow wandered to some part of the fair where all the weird people hang out. Lifting a hand, you discreetly tug on the back of Yoongi’s sweater, motioning your head to the direction you came from when he glances at you. You’re hoping he catches your drift, even if it’s with him, you’d like to leave the presence of this strange woman.

“No thanks.” Yoongi says curtly, and surprisingly, gently ushers you away with a hand against your back.

“You two have a past.” The woman calls, and for some reason, you and Yoongi both stop. “I can show it to you.”

She’s probably part of the attractions - here to make money just like everyone else. It’s not uncommon to find folk like her in places like this, where susceptible people are lured into paying a pretty penny for baseless words. It calls to you though, for some reason, you’re not sure, but you turn to look at her first.

She smiles at you, and you turn back.

“Ignore her.” Yoongi says, trying to urge you forward, even though he himself has yet to move. “C’mon.”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” the woman is persistent, it seems, as she speaks again. “I’d be doing you both a favor.”

Yoongi sighs, the warmth of his hand leaving your back as he turns. You turn too, and you’re locked in a silent stare-off with the woman.

“I don’t think she’ll leave us alone.” Yoongi mumbles quietly to you, and against your better judgment, you follow him as he walks back. “People do this all the time, so don’t pay mind to whatever she has to say.”

You nod quietly, reaching the smiling woman. She leads you both a little further, to the edge of the fair where most people seem to stray away from. There’s a large tent instead of a booth like you expected, taking up a large space. The flap is down, swaying slightly in the soft breeze that blows by – she’s really playing into her act; you’re – dare you say – impressed.

She raises the flap and allows you and Yoongi to walk in first. The first thing you notice is the scent of incense burning, a sweet smell that gives you a slight headache the more you inhale it. There’s a raised wooden platform covered by a soft rug, and both you and Yoongi step out of your shoes before stepping on it.

It’s awfully quiet, the sounds of the fair fading away outside. There’s not much to the place really, but unease curls in your stomach nonetheless. In some places around the tent, there’s candle holders on tall staffs, a fire hazard you don’t have time to mull over. There’s a table in the center, short legged and low to the floor, a few sitting cushions scattered around it. A stack of what you assume is tarot cards on the table, a silver kettle next to it, and a pile of books in a corner.

“Sit opposite each other, please.” The woman kindly requests, moving around to a corner where a tray with three small cups sat. Then, she takes a seat on one of the cushions on the floor after setting the cups down. She looks up at you both expectedly, and Yoongi hesitates for a moment before leaving your side.

You follow suit, settling cross-legged on the cushion facing Yoongi who looks like he’d rather be anywhere else.

The woman pours steaming liquid into the cups from the idle kettle, filling the cups small cups only halfway before sliding one to each of you.

You ignore the cup of whatever near your hand, knowing better than to drink something a random stranger gives you.

Silently, the woman takes up the deck of cards, shuffling them in her hands. She shuffles until six cards fall out of her motion, and then another. She stares at them and chuckles, hovering a hand over the cards. She suddenly looks at you and you startle a bit, looking away.

She slides three cards in front of you, and three to Yoongi, and places the seventh in the center between you both. You stare at the cards, not sure what to make of what you’re looking at.

The woman leans over, bony, wrinkled finger tapping at the cards one by one as she tells you their names, “The Tower, upright. The moon, reversed. Four of wands, upright.”

She does the same for Yoongi, “The Chariot, reversed. The Sun, reversed. Two of cups, upright.”

She moves her finger to the card in the middle, “The Lovers, upright.” She hums cryptically, nodding more to herself, “Lots of misfortune.”

Why are you here again? This was Yoongi’s idea.

You look up from your set of cards to find Yoongi already staring at you. You don’t like the feeling you’re getting, something pulling at the edge of your mind that you leave this weird lady, find your friends and be on your way. You’re not sure you want to hear what the woman has to say, but you’re curious about the cards and what they mean, as you look back down to the shimmering gold against black.

You’re not too into tarot cards, never once had a need to know about them, even with your curious self. There’s a sense of foreboding curling in your stomach, dread that makes your hands sweat where they’re curled atop your knees.

“These aren’t for your current lives, but one of your past ones.” The woman says, and you try your very best to fight the urge to roll your eyes. “You’ve had quite a few before you ended up here, together again.”

Yoongi doesn’t fight the urge to roll his eyes and he does so without a care, nodding his head; clearly unconvinced.

“Sure.” He scoffs, looking at you, a small twitch sends his brows upward for a tick; she’s clearly trying to scam you both.

The woman purses her lips, her dark eyes narrowing a fraction, staring at Yoongi who doesn’t bother to look back. She looks very much the type to throw a slipper. That’d be funny, you think, would serve him right.

Just to annoy him further, you perk up, turning slightly to face the woman. “What do they mean?”

There’s a glint in her eyes when she smiles, it honestly makes you regret asking. She raises a hand, motioning at your cup, “Drink the tea.”

Yoongi lets out a deep chuckle, “You expect us to just drink this? There could be anything in there.”

“It's just some herbs, nothing harmful.” She lifts her own cup, “I’ll drink mine first.”

You’d both seen her pour it, and it eases you a bit that she drinks first. At least you know it’s not poisoned or drugged, unless she’s actually crazy enough.

She sets her cup down once she’s done, and motions a hand to yours. You look from her, to the cup, and then to Yoongi.

I’ll kill you if we die here.

You hope that in Yoongi’s arsenal of skills that he could read minds. So he could hear your threat and be very afraid, because you’re serious.

You lift your cup, the warmth of it a blessing to your cold fingers. The steam smells of something herbal, and you hope to god that it’s only that. Yoongi does the same, and on a mental count of three, you drink. There wasn’t much in the small cup, a quick second to swallow and it was gone, burning your tongue just slightly and blooming warmth in your chest.

Nothing happens for a moment, where you and Yoongi stare at each other as though waiting for mushrooms to sprout at the top of your heads. You lift the shoulder the woman can’t see from her side of the table in a shrug.

It’s really just herbal tea.

Which would’ve been a nice thought, if you hadn’t suddenly felt like the world slowed down around you. Your body feels as though it’s sinking, weighed down by some unseen force. Uncrossing your legs, you shift, trying to stand, but don’t get much further than pressing your palms against the ground.

“Y/n?”

Yoongi’s calling you, you think. His voice sounds so far away, though, like there’s a wall between you both. He’s not looking much better than you, there’s a glassy look to his eyes as he struggles to blink. As you fall back against the soft rug, Yoongi reaches forward to try and grasp at you, sending the cups and cards scattering, fingers just brushing your own.

You don’t feel yourself hitting the floor, nor did you hear the sound of the cups clattering with Yoongi’s movement. You do hear a strange song being crooned out by the woman, who you watch with rapidly darkening vision as she moves around the tent lighting candles. Unconcerned by you and Yoongi trying to cling to consciousness.

You don’t understand the words she’s singing, and you’re so tired, you barely have it in you to care.

You’ll just close your eyes, just for a minute.

There’s birds chirping, whistling their sweet songs that travel in the warm summer breeze. Strange. It’s too late in the evening for birds, and the sun had set an hour ago, but it’s nice and warm on your cheek. Not to mention, summer is a good couple of months away.

Your eyes snap open, scrambling to get up, you find yourself in a field of swaying grass. There’s a rushing sound of a river a few feet away, that you could barely see below a dip in the earth, flowing freely and endlessly through...wherever you are.

Glancing around, you find a dense forest behind you a good ways away, animals big and small skittering through the trees. A pathway that looks well trodden weaves and twists from it, veering off from where you sat and down the incline. There’s flowers, swaying in the breeze and butterflies fluttering to and fro. The sky is a beautiful blue, spotted with white puffs of cloud that drift leisurely.

Are you dead? Is this what heaven looks like?

“Y/n!”

Your head snaps to your left at the call of your name. Yoongi’s running over to you, blades of grass sticking out of his dark hair and clinging to his clothes.

No, this is hell.

He doesn’t offer you a hand to get up as you do. Chivalry is in fact dead and buried.

“What’s going on?” Yoongi asks, eyes wide as he looks around – just as confused as you are. This is the most expressive you’ve seen this man ever. His brows draw together, furrowing as he turns to look at you as though you had all the answers.

“Yeah, sure. Ask me, who’s in the same damn situation. Do I look like I know what’s going on?” You grumble, feeling stress pulling at your muscles. “I personally think we’re dead. Though, I’m not sure we’re in heaven.” You side eye him.

Yoongi looks like he has something to say about that remark, because he always has to open his stupid mouth to reply.

A scowl, familiar and not at all unwarranted curls at his lips. He opens his mouth but stops short, leaning slightly to your right, looking somewhere behind you.

“There’s a kid over there.” He points a finger, and you turn to follow it. Sure enough, there’s a boy standing at the forest edge.

The clothes he wears look too big for his frame, long sleeves hanging off his arms, the legs of his pants rolled up to his knees. He bounces on the balls of his feet, stops, and paces a little, looking back into the forest. It seems like he’s waiting for someone.

There’s something about the child that strikes you with familiarity. You don’t know the boy, never seen him in your life, but you feel as though you have. It’s the same feeling you get when you’ve met someone for the first time, but it feels as though you’ve known them all your life.

“Yoongi...” You say his name softly, not actually calling out to him, but the man behind you hums in question. You glance his way for just a second, “No. Not...not you. Him. He’s – that’s you.”

The child, of course, looks nothing like the man that hovers behind you. You just know, though.

There’s a scoff, soft, but you hear it anyway. “And you were calling me stupid. Did you hit your head or something?”

Sighing you turn to face him, “She said that she’d show us. I don’t think we’re dead.”

“Or.” Yoongi puts a finger up, “We got drugged and having a very lucid shared dream right now.”

You both stare at each other, you take a breath, “That’s fucking stupid. You’re stupid. We can’t share dreams, Yoongi.”

You spin on your heel, marching off in the direction of the child at the forest edge. You can hear Yoongi following behind you, grumbling under his breath.

The boy doesn’t seem to notice your approach, even though he’s staring in your direction. He’s young, looking to be about ten years old, and a little anxious as he picks up a long stick and swings it at the grass.

“Okay, let’s say you’re correct – hypothetically – what exactly are we supposed to do?” Yoongi finally seems to notice the grass in his hair, raising a hand to pull them out of the long strands.

You shrug, “Just watch, I guess? He can’t even see us.” You wave a hand in front of the child who doesn’t react. You feel like you’re standing in a simulation, not at all dream-like, as everything feels very real. You can feel the grass, the breeze, and the warm sun that dips behind a passing cloud.

The boy wanders off, jogging down the path towards the river. You watch him do so, as he stumbles a bit over something before catching himself and continuing onward. Before he could run down the little incline, someone’s darting out of the forest behind him and tackles him to the grass.

A girl, wearing a raggedy brown cotton dress and no shoes. “Caught you!”

Then, you’re suddenly standing in water. The river rushes around your legs, soaking into your jeans. The sudden shift in scenery sends you stumbling forward, Yoongi offers you a hand this time. Helping you out of the river and over large, slippery rocks.

The boy and the girl are playing a little ways away, near the bank, splashing water at each other. They play for a moment, before going up to where the grass field meets the damp earth, sitting quietly.

They don’t say much, looking like they had too much on their young minds.

“We should try to get back before sundown...” the girl mumbles, letting her head rest against the boy’s shoulder with a sigh, “We got in trouble last time.”

“We got lost, it wasn't our fault.” The boy grumbles, picking up a shiny stone and holds it up to the sun. “Here, this one’s pretty.” He hands it to the girl, smiling at her.

“Someday, when I get us out of here... I’ll get you prettier ones.” He wiggles his pinky at her, they link their pinky fingers and press their thumbs together, “I promise.”

The view suddenly changes again and you’re standing in the middle of a bustling village market. There’s people yelling prices, a flock of scrambling chickens, a group of children playing with some type of ball and you find the boy running past you and Yoongi. He looks a little older, and his clothes fit him better now, silk instead of cotton. The shift is disorientating, leaving you a little dizzy.

“Let’s follow him.” Yoongi grabs your hand, ignoring the sounds of protest you make as he tugs you behind him.

You follow the boy through the market, weaving and ducking through people and market stalls to keep up. He’s quite the runner, and you lose him more than a couple times in the chase.

He leads you both out of the market and into the small village on the outskirts where he finally slows down. His steps stay quick paced, as he rounds a corner and walks over to a small wooden house surrounded by a wooden fence.

There’s a woman in the yard shaking out white cloth and throwing them on roped lines strung between the trees within the fence. She waves at the boy, calls out a name you can’t hear even though you’re certain she shouted it.

The door swings open and out hops the girl, she too, a little older than when you first saw her. She runs over to the fence before the woman – who you assume is her mother – stops her.

“Shoes.” She points back at the house, and even though the girl grumbles, she quickly runs back inside. She’s back out a moment later wearing dark slip-on cotton shoes that honestly don’t look like they offer much protection. “Be back before sundown!”

The kids yell out an affirmative, as they both take off running again.

“Why the hell are they running so much?” Yoongi groans, and only then you realize he’s still holding your hand.

You snatch your hand away from his grip, “Afraid you can’t keep up, gramps?”

“Fuck off.”

You both follow as they run through the forest, their laughter echoing between the trees. You recognise the field on the other side, back where you started, near the river.

“Wait, wait,” The boy stops the girl with a hand, “I have something for you.” He digs around his pockets, pulling out a necklace. There’s a pretty opal stone that shimmers against the light hanging on twine. He puts it around her neck, smiling at her.

“It's beautiful.” She’s looking at the necklace, at the opal that hangs in the center. He’s looking at her when he agrees.

It’s raining, cold harsh rain coming out of the sky like bullets. The children are no longer children, taking shelter under the large tree that keeps them a little drier than they would be otherwise.

You and Yoongi rush to stand under it, too. Not that standing there helps much, rain water drips steadily through the spaces in the leaves. The two are talking, unbothered by the fact that they’re both shivering and completely soaked.

“You okay?” Yoongi asks, just as a shudder runs through you.

It’s strange, but all of this is anyway, that you can feel everything that goes on around you. Yoongi’s cold too, lengthy hair plastered to his skin. He wraps his arms around himself, teeth chattering as he waits for you to answer.

“Yeah...cold though.” You chuckle a bit, and you’re surprised when he pulls you to his side with an arm around your shoulders. You guess you can suck it up to share warmth.

“Marry me.” The boy suddenly says, startling you, Yoongi and the girl, who blinks at him without saying anything.

“Marry – but...your father wouldn’t-“

“I could care less what he thinks.” He says, turning his head to look out at the pelting rain, “What he thinks doesn’t matter.” He takes the girl’s hands in his own, thumbs softly running over her knuckles. “I can take you far away from here, we could go anywhere. Just like I promised.”

You feel like you’re intruding on something private. Though, you’re aware of what this is, you and Yoongi, who knows how many lifetimes ago. The Lover’s card comes to mind, and you step away from Yoongi’s hold.

He doesn’t stop you, looking a bit uncomfortable, though, that could’ve been because he was cold. Definitely not because he’s watching his past self propose to your past self.

“Okay.” The girl is smiling, a happy glow to her cheeks despite the way she shivers. Her fiancé laughs between peppering her face with kisses.

You and Yoongi stare at the rain.

It’s warm, the night sky dotted with a million stars that twinkle. You don’t think you’ve ever seen that many stars in the sky before, and you stare up at them in wonder.

You and Yoongi walk side by side behind the boy and the girl, much more grown up now. You’ve gotten used to the shift, sighing, you gaze around at the new scenery.

They’re on an evening stroll, in a village very different from where they grew. He’s wearing silk and she is too, they’re happy, arms linked together as they have a conversation neither you nor Yoongi can hear.

“How long do you think we’d be here for?” Yoongi questions softly as he keeps your pace. Walking close enough that your arm brushes against his, your clothes are miraculously dried, no longer clinging to you and you’re no longer cold.

“I don’t know,” You sigh, looking up at him, “We’ll just have to wait and see, I guess.”

Yoongi hums, and there’s something in his eyes that’s different as he watches you. You don’t let the thought linger, grateful when he turns away, you motion at the couple ahead of you with a tilt of your chin. “They seem happy.”

“They do.” Yoongi agrees softly, as the sound of their soft giggling reaches your ears. “The cards though...she said there was misfortune.”

The wind is harsh, kicking up loose dirt outside and rattling the windows. The last rays of sunshine are being hidden by rolling gray clouds, leaving the world outside the windows bleak. The air is tense, your and Yoongi’s past selves seem to be in some kind of stare-off from opposite sides of the room.

“You just had to say it, huh?”

The inside of their home is small and comfortable. There’s an entry way that’s parted by the walls of the kitchen to the right, and the living room where they stand to the left. There’s a rocking chair under the lone window, a basket of different coloured threads, a shirt that lays unfinished tucked into a corner.

Lit candles flicker and dance in a draft, sending shadows scattering across every surface, making the room a little darker in intervals and less of a comfort. They’re quiet, and you’re not sure what they were arguing about, but it looks to be something big.

The man is the first to move, stomping off through the entryway to the door. He grabs a cloak off a hook in the wall and tugs the door open against the harsh winds, and the woman follows. She stands in the entryway, staring at his back with angry, tear filled eyes.

“If you walk out of this house. I will never forgive you.”

The man glances at his wife, and steps out without another word, slamming the door closed.

Yoongi leans against the wall, arms crossed as he watches on. You have no choice but to stay near him, with nothing more to do than watch as well.

The woman paces for a moment, pressing the heels of her palms against her eyes with a drawn out, frustrated sigh. “He never listens.”

The sun sets and her husband doesn’t return. She’s sitting in the kitchen, where she cleans a wooden vase slowly. She’s long calmed down, stopping to stare out the window where the night draws on. She looks worried, a furrow in her brow as she sets the cloth and vase down.

The door swings open, slamming against the wall behind it. Leaves rustle into the house, and a man, who isn’t her husband, stands in the doorway.

She gets up from her seat at the table, stepping quickly out into the open space of the entryway. “I was beginning to think I’d have to come looking for you..”

There’s dread curling in your stomach when she pauses, realizing that the man isn’t who she thinks. He walks forward with heavy steps, and she stumbles back and away from his approach.

The man’s face is a blur to you, but he backs her into a corner, a sharp blade against her throat. It feels as though the knife is pressing into your own skin.

Yoongi takes your hand before you can reach for him. The man asks her where their valuables are, and she points to a corner in the living room, telling him it’s under the floorboard.

While he’s busy taking them out and stuffing everything into a bag, she’s eyeing the entryway. Chest rising and falling quickly as she looks between the crouched man and her only escape.

She darts off, tripping over her skirts, but doesn’t make it far. There’s another man at the door, and she runs into him and the knife he holds.

You gasp as she does, and Yoongi catches you as your weight suddenly drops heavily against him. Your fingers dig into the material of your sweater, at the softness of your stomach where a sharp phantom pain blooms.

“What?” Yoongi gently leans you to stand upright, firm grip steadying you. He bends his knees a little, ducking his head to meet your gaze with his worried one. “What’s wrong?”

There's a gasping cry behind him, one that the other men in the room ignore. Yoongi stands between you and the sight of her, blocking your view of the woman. You hear a crash, something breaking and a dull thud.

Something like sorrow settles in your chest violently, heavy and suffocating. It tightens around your lungs and throat, sends numbness rippling into the ends of your fingers. You lean forward to press your forehead against Yoongi’s collarbone. His fingers dance behind your neck and he holds you there.

You’re not sure what he’s saying to you, but the low timber of his voice brings you a comfort you never expected to receive from him. His other hand splays against your lower back and you could feel the warmth of it.

The men spend a few more minutes looking around for anything they can take, and they leave. Crossing over the woman as though she isn’t there, as though blood isn’t soaking through the fine silk she wears and pooling beneath her.

Lightning flashes, and thunder claps behind it. You’re standing outside – the rain is falling again. You and Yoongi stand and watch as the woman’s husband returns. He finds the door of his home swinging on its hinges, rattled by the harsh winds of the storm.

The rose he holds flutters to the ground, swallowed up by the mud and rain. He runs into the house and finds his wife.

The storm didn’t drown out his cries.

The edges of the world seem to fray, like a burning photo tossed into a flame. Yoongi is still holding onto you, his palm warm against your cold cheek. Images flicker by faster than you can see them, you only catch one: the man, on the cusp of his now meaningless existence.

Amongst the chaos, Yoongi’s voice is clear.

“Y/n – Hey. Listen to me,” Yoongi calls, and you gaze at him unseeingly, dazed, as the twinges of pain finally fade. “She’s not you, okay? Focus on me. She’s not you.”

You wrap your fingers around his wrist, “Yoongi...”

And suddenly you’re sinking. You’re inhaling water and there’s nothing for you to grasp onto. It’s night, but you recognize the river bank, back where you started. Though, you’re in the river, the storm brought the water crashing downstream. You can’t hear anything besides the roaring water, you can’t see Yoongi anywhere.

You see a man walking into the water, his clothes sullied with mud, and he simply lets the river take him.

Gasping for air, you sit up, forehead knocking right into Yoongi’s. He’s coughing as though he’s drowned, falling back on his ass into damp grass.

“Fuck.” He clutches at his forehead with a hiss, glaring at you with red-rimmed eyes. “Your head made of rock or something? Jesus.”

You look around frantically, the pain of knocking your head against Yoongi's the last thing on your mind. It’s night, the sun had only set an hour ago. There’s the tinkling sounds of the fair of the muddled voices of people far away. The tent, and the strange woman are gone, you’re both sitting on an empty plot of grass where the tent should have been.

You grasp the front of Yoongi’s sweater in your fist, shaking him hard. “Yoongi! We’re back!”

He stops glaring at you long enough to take in the surroundings. Realizing too, that you’re both sitting exactly where you were before this mess started, just now it’s an empty space.

It’s like the woman was never here.

“Are you okay?” Yoongi asks you first, gaze soft, checking you over, even though you’re both fine, looking no different from how you did when you entered the tent. His palm is against your cheek again, brows furrowed with worry. You allow it though, as the feeling grounds you.

“I think so...” You whisper, nodding, “You?”

“I feel like I just died but yeah. I’m okay.”

Quietly, you both sit there, not saying much else after. You’re trying to wrap your head around everything, and you’re sure Yoongi’s doing the same. Neither of you question the missing tent, and the strange woman that’s also gone.

You feel tears prick at the corners of your eyes, burning in your nose. There’s a lump in your throat when you swallow.

“Some life, huh?” The chuckle you let out is mirthless, and you draw your legs close to your chest, wrapping your arms around them. The tragedy of the two children you followed for what seemed like hours, has burned itself into your mind and refuses to leave.

You’re not certain if any of that was even real, but the burning of your throat and the memory of the pain you’d felt convinces you otherwise.

Yoongi’s fingers brushes you, gently, comforting. “Some life.”

“Guys! I found them!”

You both look up to find Jungkook, and the rest of your friends jogging over.

Yoongi helps you stand, dusting the damp grass that clings to your clothes off you.

“Where the fuck have you two been?” Seokjin is shouting, and you’re not even sure he actually wants to know. “We’ve been looking for you guys for two hours!”

Tiredness sinks into your limbs, and you’d rather fall face first into your bed than listening to Seokjin’s scolding.

“I wanna go home.” You say, still not moving from your spot next to Yoongi.

“You guys okay?” Jimin’s eyes dart from you to Yoongi, and you can only guess what you both look like right now. Probably like you’ve seen your past lives and some circle of hell; you’ll never recover.

“Yeah.” Yoongi nods, and without another word, grabs your hand and pulls you forward through your shared group of friends. You couldn’t be bothered with the weird looks they all give you at that.

Yoongi? Holding your hand? Must be Christmas or something.

You let him pull you away, ignoring the calls of your names behind you. Or Namjoon complaining about his buddy system, or Seokjin going off like a worried parent.

Only when you’re settled in the car, you relax. Sitting next to Yoongi, who isn’t actively trying to be as far away from you as he could be. Instead he’s pressed to your side - you don’t mind - you’re tired and he’s warm. You rest your head against his shoulder.

Seokjin and Namjoon were walking the others back to Jimin’s car, most likely gossiping about you both.

You stuff your cold hands into the pocket pouch of your sweater, looking down at it in some confusion as you find something in there. Cold, small and sleek against your fingertips.

You pull the rectangular thing out, and promptly drop it. It flutters into Yoongi’s lap, the gold against black markings of the Lover’s card stares back up at you both.

Yoongi’s fingers fumble for it before you can, tucking the card away into the pocket of his own sweater. “Don’t think about it.”

“Kind of hard not to.” You shift away from him, leaning your side against the door. “I don’t know what she wants us to do with...all that...”

“Maybe she was just trying to tell us to stop being dicks to each other.” His voice is soft, a like chuckle following it and he turns his head to look at you. He sticks his left hand out, “We should start over.”

You roll your eyes – not in the way you would before, but playfully. There’s something entirely different about the way you regard each other, sitting near one another without a complaint or a harsh remark.

Yoongi wiggles his long fingers at you, “C’mon, I’m serious. We can’t have gone through that and still hate each other...” He tilts his head to catch your gaze, smiling, gums and all. “My hand’s getting tired here.”

Chuckling you give in, pressing your palm against his own in a shake. He chuckles with you, the sound more a puff of air and a shake of his shoulders. After a moment he quiets, still holding your hand, still staring at you. A thumb draws circles at the back of your hand.

“You felt it didn’t you?” He asks softly, as though something would break if he spoke any louder, “Does it still hurt?”

“Nah, I’m good.” You splay your hand against your stomach anyway, an echo of the pain that just doesn’t want to leave skitter beneath your fingers. You eye the strip of skin you can see above the neck of his turtleneck sweater, a little flushed like he’s bruised it. “You okay?”

“Yeah. I’m good.”

You hear Seokjin’s squeaky laugh before you see him, waving with his whole body outside his car door. Namjoon’s already getting in, stuffing a large koala plush between his knees to buckle his seat belt.

“I’m surprised you two haven’t killed each other in here.” Namjoon says, turning a bit in his seat to flicker his gaze between you both. Dimples sink into his cheeks with his smile, but says nothing as Seokjin comes in.

The car rumbles to life, heat coming through the vents. Seokjin sticks a hand out the window to wave at Jimin’s turning car, he eyes you both through the rear-view. “So either of you gonna tell me where you disappeared to for two hours?”

“Ah,” Yoongi says, waving a hand, “We had a talk.”

“Uh-huh.” Seokjin nods, unconvinced.

You let your head rest against Yoongi’s shoulder, lulled by the drive and the soft music coming from the radio. The comfort of Yoongi still holding your hand, and the weight of his head leaning against yours.

You’d probably have a lot to talk about, as of right now, you have no idea what to do with the information you’re still trying to process. So you lock it away for a moment when you’re not too tired, when you could think about it with a clear head. When sleep doesn’t tug your eyelids closed, and Yoongi isn’t pressed against you.

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[kookieswan]

Kim putting his hand on the glass and Jimin pulling back🥺 PLZ DR. KIM TEAR THESE WALLS DOWN!!! I know Minie is good boy deep down😫

Okay so imagine its routine for Kim to lean on the glass and leave a hand print.

And every time, Jimin says “get tf off my cage” or “get tf off the glass”

Kim is like “I thought you hated captivity?” with a little eyebrow raise and a smirk. Like he always has some witty counter. He knows how to handle Jimin. Honestly the meaner Jimin is the more of a kick Tae gets👀 (I’m saying write now Dr. Kim is a brat tamer. You want Jimin to apologize? Have Kim say he’s disappointed in Jimin and this boy will be running to give a half ass sorry cuz he needs his man’s approval back😭)

Of course Jimin scoffs or hisses while also rolling his eyes or glaring. But as soon he’s alone, he likes to put his hand against the print.

And after a few more encounters, Jimin grows used to and even silently craves for Kim to talk to him.

One day, Kim is leaning on the glass one day, just rambling about something before he stops himself and looks at Jimin who looks surprised that he has too.

Then Kim is like “I just realized you haven’t asked me to ‘get off the fucking glass’.” Jimin’s brows raise because Kim isn’t really the type to curse around him, but also he says it so nonchalantly, opposed to Jimin’s harsh tone that its kind of cute, especially with his accent.

Jimin’s either hums and just glares or he says “Are you done talking?” with a attitude that he’s very much faking. And I think Kim knows this too so he plays along. He wont make Jimin expose himself for warming up to him, but he does find it cute how Jimin tries to act like thats not whats happening.

So Kim goes back to talking but Jimin does space out a bit thinking that its cute that Kim noticed that Jimin’s not as annoyed with him than he thought.

So like they’re always having internal dialogue about each other and it just amps up the anti for when they finally do express themselves fully.

Then another time, MC or a guard goes to lean on the glass, especially the spot where Kim usually does, and Jimin gets agitated. But this time when he says to get off the glass there’s actual aura of danger behind it.

Its only till MC sees Kimin interacting that she notices that Tae is the only one allowed to lean on the glass🥺

So now “get tf off the glass” or a straight spray of acid is directed to everyone but Tae. I like to think that once Jimin gives MC a warning every now and then but MC is like “Jimin I hoped you’d figured out by now that I take your boundaries very seriously.” And Jimin just gives a sassy lil hum like he’s almost impressed with her clap back and that he does indeed need to check himself.

Mmmmh I feel like I can’t say too much about how certain relationships will develop over time…..

HOWEVER, this is a super interesting concept and made me giggle thinking about it.

I want to say more BUT I CANNOT so I am running away goodbye.

Everyone read and enjoy. I can’t confirm if this is based on reality or not.

[sailoryooons]

You DTF? | pjm | (m)

☾ Pairing:  Jimin x female reader 

☾ Summary: You’ve never had a one night stand. Jimin has had countless. You’re trying to experience new things. Jimin loves doing the same old shit. So when you meet the man going around the club inviting people to touch his ripped abs, you think perhaps this is the perfect opportunity to try new things. It’s Labor Day weekend at the shore - what can go wrong? 

☾ Word Count:  10,233

☾ Genre: Smut, pwp, strangers to one-night stand

☾ Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately. 

☾ Warnings: Recreational drinking, Jimin being a total tool, cringe-worthy dialogue, explicit language, fuck boy Jimin is it’s own warning, 2009 slang should be a warning because it is literally so cringey, Jimin is quite literally doing the jerk and reader is totally buying it, literally these two are so cringe, sexually explicit content including oral (f. and m. receiving), some nipple play, a lot of spit description idk, big dig Jimin, throat fucking, unprotected vagina sex, Jimin bein an idiot and combing reader not to use a condom, reader is equally stupid cause she wants to get fucked, Jimin accidentally cumming inside, hittin' it from the back, cringe dirty talk, finger blasting (lmfao), Jimin occasionally hitting reader's cervix, they're like a little toxic idk, this is like the most hilarious thing I've ever written, Jimin does coke right on reader's counter cause he has to keep his stmania okay, Jimin is insensitive a lot

☾ Published: September 4, 2022

☾ A/N: This is both the best and the worst thing I have ever written. There are some light-toxic themes and some ignorant dialogue and behavior between the two of them because they're both bimbos drunk in 2009. The writing is supposed to be a little cringe but I may have gone overboard. Also I wrote this in two days idk what kind drugs I was on (amoxicillin and mucinex) but here is the wildly ridiculous and hilarious fic for a collab that no one asked for but we did anyways. Very very happy to share this trash idea with Jai and M 🥺

Special thanks to @here2bbtstrash for helping me edit because I was in a rush and at one point wrote that reader's head opened in the middle of sex. We don't know what I was talking about but happy halloween, reader's head was about to be posted splitting open in bed adkjadjdkja

☾ Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real-life scenarios.

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“So are you actually going to try and get fucked in that outfit or is it going to go to waste?” Tiffany asks as she sprays several pumps of Bath and Body Works Japanese Blossom all over herself. You cough as the sweet-smelling mist chokes you. She already has the lotion on. “You look hot, capital h-a-w-t.” 

The mirror of the hotel room is a little dirty - there is backsplash from the faucet staining the glass and some tiny dots of toothpaste. And you can definitely see Nicole’s fake tan staining the bottom corner after spraying her St. Tropez all over. 

You see Tiffany’s point about the outfit being wasted on you in a way. Low-rise, light-wash Lucky Brand jeans sans button, with the zipper pulled down just the slightest at Nicole’s behest. A shirt that was harder to get on than you think it will be to get off, made out of skin-tight pink fabric that only reaches your midsection, and even then, has a massive cutout over your abs. 

“Not this again,” you sigh, nervously playing with the belly button ring you had pierced the year before. A cute little Playboy bunny swings back and forth, hot pink rhinestones matching your shirt. 

“Yes, this again. You look so fucking hot tonight. A one-night stand will not kill you. It’s Labor Day. Please live a little.” Tiffany decides she has contributed to pollution enough, snapping the cap on her perfume bottle to turn around and face you. “You’re not in a relationship anymore. It’s time to be a slut.” 

“Yeeeeaaah be a slut!” Nicole yells, running into the room and grabbing you by the hips, slamming your ass into her crotch several times to crudely depict being fucked from behind. Her jean shorts are impossibly tight, red thong peeking out the sides. “It’s so much funner.”

“Funner isn’t a word.”

“God shut the fuck up for two seconds and be a hot idiot like Paris Hilton.”

Pushing your friend away, you nod. You love them and you know they’re right. You’re single and hot, and there are countless clubs all over with hot, single guys. You’ve never had a one-night stand, having been in a long-term relationship all throughout college until recently, and now you’re where single people come to get laid and you… have a night left to do it.

Tiffany’s iPod blasts in the living room of the hotel room. There are empty cups all over the counter, sticky and sweet smelling from the liquor and mixers spelled on most surfaces. You go to the fridge, pulling out a can of pineapple juice. 

Nicole gasps when she sees you reach for the bottle of Malibu on the counter. “WAIT! We need the song!” 

She rushes to the iHome, bending over the counter. She flips the song to Caribou Lou, wiggling her ass back and forth before she stands straight and points at you and the bottle of Malibu in your hands.

“151 rum, pineapple juice and malibu caribou get them all numb!” she screams, making you smile. 

Despite their earlier jesting, you relax as you mix drinks, singing along to the throwback while shaking your ass. The zipper on your jeans moves a few times, but you’re careful not to let your vagina make a surprise appearance. With how low-cut the jeans are, Tiffany had convinced you not to wear underwear.

Which was more of a reason to get laid. 

The drink is sweet and easy to drink. You scroll through your messages on BBM but otherwise give your attention to playing flip cup with your two best friends, determined to get just a little bit tipsy before you head out to the bars. 

The hotel isn’t very far away from all of the live entertainment. It’s within walking distance which saves a ton of money on cabs, but it is a nightmare for your feet the last three nights you’ve stumbled home in wedges. Nicole even broke one of her heels, walking home on uneven feet like a seesaw. 

When you’ve decided that you’ve pregamed enough, you and your friends teeter to the elevator and down through the lobby. Outside, the balmy air kisses your skin. A creamsicle sky has faded to black and you can see the lights of the entertainment district and hear the faint thunder of music from clubs with open doors and windows. 

You scrunch your nose when Nicole lights a cigarette on your walk. You smell the crackling menthol of her Newport as she takes a drag, hoarsely laughing at a group of men who catcall you from a sports bar as you walk by. You flick your hair over your shoulder, rolling your eyes. 

As if it were that easy.

Labor Day is in full swing around you. The street has barricades to open up to foot traffic only, and they’ve relaxed open container laws. There are a few food vendors on the road, people lined up to grab a quick slice of pizza or hot dogs to settle their tequila-churned stomachs.

A breeze makes your hair dance. It smells like fried food and a hint of salt from the ocean. It carries something else on it - a taste of something wild. You’re here with your friends on a vacation that you had originally planned to take with your boyfriend.

You can recognize now that it would have been a disaster. The two of you in a partying scene meant for singles would have signed your doom. But the end had come sooner than that when you found him with his dick down some girl's throat when you came home early from work. 

In hindsight, you always knew he wasn’t ready for a relationship. But you liked the way he called you baby, the way he peppered you with kisses to make you a little less angry at him, and the way that he made you feel when you weren’t fighting.

And you definitely like the way he drove his Escalade, and the fact that he could afford to take you places like the restaurant in the St. Regis and you stayed in lofty rooms at the Ritz Carlton while vacationing. 

Still. There had been a lot missing, namely in the bedroom, which is exactly why Tiffany and Nicole have been on your ass about at least trying to experience a one-night stand. They wanted you to expand your horizons, to learn what you do and don’t like, and to maybe stumble on someone who could actually make you cum more than two times out of ten. 

The first bar makes you lose a little hope. House music thumps loudly over the speakers. Jean-clad partygoers surround you, some on the dance floor shuffling their feet while maintaining a grip on sweating glasses and nodding their heads as the DJ thrusts a fist in the air. It’s not your type of club, but Nicole hits it off with someone in a larger group of people.

You exist on the edge of the conversation, picking at the slice of wilted pineapple in your drink as you watch the way Nicole plays her game. She’s excellent at flirting - a coy smile as she leans in to say something over the pumping music, balancing herself with a hand on his arm, swagging at his chest when he makes a funny joke.

It would be easy for you too if you thought any of the men were worth your time. They all look the same: bright polo, khaki shorts, hair gelled up. You want to tell them that Connecticut casual isn’t an outfit to the bar, but you say nothing, examining your nails for a while instead. 

One of the guys starts talking to you - Ben, you think his name might be. You bob your head to the music, listening as he explains what he does as a private financial advisor. Your eyes slip over every detail of his outfit: fitted Abercombie polo with the collar popped, khaki pants paired with brown sandals, a white shell necklace wrapped around a sunburned throat, and a tattoo of his former fraternity peeking from his sleeve on his bicep.

Whatever Ben is saying, you’re not listening. You’re almost positive that Ben fucks the way he dresses: generically. 

If you’re looking to experience something different, Ben - maybe Brian - isn’t it. You fucked Ben-Brians in college and they were as boring at sex as your ex-boyfriend was, except they couldn’t afford stone crab claws.

Everyone shifts to a new bar. You’ve molded your groups together, Ben or Brian - you’re starting to think maybe it’s Brad - is still by your elbow. You can sense he’s having a good time and you wish you were too. So you down a few shots at the next bar, loosening your limbs a little and making you a little less judgmental. 

Brad is okay. Not your type and he smells like Crest Whitestrips, but he’s more bearable now that you’ve switched from Pina Coladas to Tequila Sunsets. You nibble the stem of a cherry, enjoying this club much better than the last. The music is more hip hop and pop, familiar songs making you bob your head and sway your hips a little more.

Sweat makes your skin sticky. You shift to stand underneath the air vent by the bar a little more, but you misplace your wedge, knocking yourself off balance. Ben-Brian-Brad catches your arm and steadies you. Slides in closer. His mint breath fans your face and you blink up at him. For a split second, you consider if you were too harsh on his judgment earlier. Maybe he could surprise you. He seems easy enough to please and like it wouldn’t be hard work, and he’s already trying to win you over…

Your eyes slide past him for a second and your gaze stays fixed on the man you see coming down the stairs into the club. 

It’s nearly impossible to tear your gaze away once you see him. He runs a hand through his dark hair, laughing at something the man next to him says. He’s in dark jeans with bleached patches highlighting the material, a fitted Love Kills Slowly shirt by Ed Hardy, and even from a distance, you can see the glittering earrings in his ears.

He’s beautiful. Full lips pulling into a smirk as he winks at people he walks past. Brad rights you, asking you something but you don’t hear him, staring at the man across the bar who leans on the counter. He’s helped immediately, two bartenders drifting to a siren as they stare at him. 

As though he senses your gaze, the man looks at you and your face goes red. His eyes are seductive, narrowed a bit as he checks you out shamelessly. Dark hair gelled back perfectly. A jaw that is both elegant and dangerous. He stands out among the rest of the partiers, his features an exquisite blend of feminine and masculine. 

Your line of sight is cut off when Brad leans forward on the sticky countertop to order more drinks. You take a deep breath, trying to collect yourself. Your hands are a little shaky. Whoever that man is looks more your type, but the Ben-Brian-Brads of the world are much easier.

So you accept the new drink, sipping it and turning your back to the bar. And when you’re coaxed onto the dance floor, all disjointed limbs and sweating bodies, you forget about the Love Kills Slowly man and focus on the way you feel - dreamy and soft with the buzz of tequila in your veins. 

A song you vaguely recognize plays in the background. You sway your hips, ass pressed against Ben’s crotch with his hands gripped tightly on your sides. He sways you back and forth, less like a dance and more like an erratic pendulum that can’t find its rhythm. Ben’s dancing is less than impressive, and you start to think that your earlier thoughts about his skill in bed might be right. 

Tiffany laces your fingers with hers as she dances in front of you, pulling you away from Brian’s greedy hands to press your front against hers, letting you grind against her. You tilt your head back. Fog fills the air, lights dancing across the ceiling. It smells like the sticky-sweet of the machines used to make the fog, a tinge of sweat. 

Nicole interrupts your dancing. Your legs ache a little, pieces of hair stuck to the nape of your neck as she bounces up and down yelling, “You have got to see this guy.”

You and Tiffany laugh as Nicole pulls you, the press of bodies jostling you back and forth as you try to catch a rhythm to move through the crowd. When you break the barrier and come out on the other side, your brows shoot up at the scene in front of you. 

The Love Kills Slowly guy is posing next to a girl who points at his exposed six-pack and holy shit his body is insane. Perfectly cut abs, a solid v-line dipping into pants that fit his narrow waist. He holds the shirt up with a thumb, sticking out his tongue as the flash on the camera goes off. You can’t help but think his tongue is devilishly long. 

Up close, he’s even hotter than you thought. You stare at him as the girl who took the picture flirts with them. There is a gaggle of men and women surrounding him, a flock of geese looking upon the swan longingly.

“He is the hottest fucking person I’ve ever seen,” Tiffany giggles. “We should totes get a picture with this dude.”

“Why, is he famous?” You ask, watching as he nods and lets the girl touch his abs. God. What a tool. “He loves being the center of attention, it looks like.”

“So? He’s probably a model. I mean look at that. Come on.”

Tiffany yanks you and Nicole. You resist, stumbling over as she inserts herself into the conversation. He smiles at her, dazzling as he raises a brow at whatever she says. You pull your hand away from her and take a step back. You will not throw yourself at the Adonis in front of you. 

You pivot away from them, staring out over the open crowd. You don’t enjoy the way Tiffany and Nicole giggle, sweet as the simple syrup on the bar over this new stranger. They make it too easy, and you don’t enjoy the idea of melting for someone just because they’re hot. Even if they’re model hot.

And what kind of model wears Ed Hardy?

At first, Tiffany and Love Kills Slowly chat animatedly. That makes sense - she has a way with people and she’s an excellent flirt. When your name is called the first time, you think you imagine it so you stay bobbing your head to the Ke$ha song, minding your business. When it’s said a second time, you glance at them from the corner of your eye.

“You’re being rude,” Tiffany asserts, glaring at you. You feel your eye twitch as she touches an open nerve. You’re not rude - you’re bored and your drunk friend cannot tell the difference. “This is Jimin. I was right, he is a model.”

“That’s nice.”

Jimin’s eyes are on you and your stomach flips. You pick at the french manicure on your freshly done acrylics, thinking that the attention will pass you any moment now. But you feel Jimin’s eyes on you and you sense when he leans forward past Tiffany, ducking his head to level the most intense pair of brown eyes you’ve ever seen at you. 

“What?” He asked. “Don’t like models?”

“Not one that wears Ed Hardy,” you answer honestly. Your words come out a little stiff. You feel your arm tighten, squeezing your clutch that’s wedged in your armpit. “Shouldn’t you be in like… Armani or something?”

“You’re uptight.”

“Thanks.”

He frowns. “Loosen up.” He looks at your empty hands. “Come on, let’s get you a drink.”

“Why?” Jimin moves past Tiffany entirely, offering a hand and a smirk that almost makes your mouth pop open. Your heart does a tiny flip - you can’t help it. He is stupid beautiful. “I am drinking.”

“Your hands look a little empty to me.” He grabs one of your hands, linking your fingers and tugging. “Okay, one hand full. Let’s put some goose to make you loose in the other.” 

You’re speechless as he tugs you along. Tiffany squeals a little, she and Nicole both on your heels. 

People make room for Jimin at the bar. You watch the way people look at him. He drops your hand to dig a hand into the pocket of his skin-tight jeans for a credit card. His tongue darts out to lick his lips as he looks at you.

“What’s your drink, baby?” 

“I’m not your baby.”

The quip comes out before you can stop it. Tiffany smacks your arm and makes a noise behind you. You ignore her, staring at him pointedly. 

“Mmm she’s a brat. I like that. Your drink?” Jimin prompts again with a smile, undeterred. 

“Um. Anything with Tequila.”

“A girl after my own heart. You wanna do shots?”

“Yes!” Nicole and Tiffany both squeal. He smiles at them briefly, but his eyes drag back to you.

You stare. Jimin has a dark lash line, making his eyes more enchanting. He bites his bottom lip, letting his eyes drop down to your exposed midriff before dragging his eyes back up again, raising a brow in a question. 

He’s only buying shots if you want one. 

You shrug a shoulder, nonchalant. He grins and asks the bartender for chilled Patron shots with training wheels. With his back turned, you smirk, feeling a sliver of satisfaction as you look away from Jimin and spot the group of men you were with earlier looking in your direction, murmuring amongst themselves. 

Turning quickly before you can make eye contact with Ben-Brian-Brad, you find yourself face to face with Jimin once again. He leans on the bar with one elbow, head tilted as he studies you. His attention makes you feel warm and drunker than you already are. 

“You didn’t tell me your name,” he points out as the bartender sets four glasses of blanco tequila in front of you, rimmed with salt and garnished with a lime wedge. He picks up two glasses and hands them to Nicole and Tiffany’s hands as you give him your name. “Cute. You’re cute.”

“Thank you.” 

Jimin lifts his glass in your direction. “Salude.” 

You watch, mouth parted slightly as Jimin’s tongue curls out of his mouth, licking the rim of the shot glass slowly. His eyes don’t leave yours, even when he’s finished the rim and tosses the tequila back before biting into the lime. A tiny bit of lime juice runs down his chin, your eyes following the trail. His tongue darts out to snatch it. 

“Come on,” he purrs. “Your turn.”

Your mouth is dry. You quickly lick the salted rim, barely making it around before tossing the shot back and squeezing your eyes shut as it burns down the back of your throat. You bite into the lime wedge, the sour taste helping ease the burn. 

Juice runs down your chin. Before you can wipe it, Jimin’s hand darts out, a thumb brushing across your skin to catch it. He removes his hand, lips twitching upward slightly as he absently sucks the juice from his thumb and turns to the bartender to order two tequila sours. 

“Are you on vacation?” he asks and you nod your head, a little dizzy from the shot and from him. The group of men from earlier has shuffled back toward your group, Nicole and Tiffany reluctantly shifting attention from Jimin to the men they were talking to previously. “Same. I have no idea where my friends are, I think they left me.” He slides a drink toward you. “You won’t leave me, right?” 

“Depends.”

“On?”

“If you’re nice or not. I like nice guys.”

He sips his drink, leering at you over the rim of the glass. “I’m a nice guy. At least, for you.” He nods his head toward the group of guys. “You have a boyfriend?”

“Would you care if I did?”

He throws his head back to laugh, throat covered in a light sheen of sweat. He looks at you over the glass, the first genuine smile not filled with something lingering on lust that he gives you. “No, but you told me to be nice.” 

That makes you smile a bit. You bite your lip, trying to hide it, and decide to sip the drink. It’s good - strong - but good. “You seem like the type who wouldn’t care.”

“Awe don’t hurt my feelings. You’re like one of the hottest girls in here and I’m into it. If I had to ignore a ring or a boyfriend, I would. Is that so bad?” You shrug, sipping on the drink. You don’t know what to say. 

Thankfully, Jimin doesn’t really seem to care. You think perhaps he likes hearing himself talk. It works out. Jimin fills the conversation with the normal what do you do and what do you like? You don’t miss the way he leans in toward you, or the way he glances at your mouth. 

Still, you’re a little rigid. Your sentences aren’t as smooth and practiced as his. He doesn’t seem to care, shuffling a little close to you as the bar fills up with people. He smells like Axe Essence and the 5 gum he’s popped into his mouth between drinks. 

“Trying to quit coke,” he snickers when he sticks another piece of gum in his mouth. “Got some bad press for it during last fashion week and my agency keeps threatening to drop me even though it's obviously a pre-fucking-requisite to walk for McQueen.” 

“And chewing gum helps with that?”

“Not really, but it gives my mouth something to do and it soothes the muscle memory of hand to face.”

“Smart.”

“You look incredible by the way.” That makes you blush, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth and ducking your head. Jimin chuckles, tapping your chin lightly with a finger to make you look back up at him. “Cute.”

“Thanks.”

“You’re a bit of a spoiled brat, huh?” That makes you frown and pull away. He whines, hands chasing your shoulders to draw you closer to him. “Stop. I like that. It means you have high standards and good taste.” 

You hum, finishing the rest of your drink. You’re properly drunk now, the room tilting a little bit as a giggle escapes you when Jimin looks at you. He laughs back, sliding a glass of water over to you after he takes a few sips. 

The water is refreshing. Your skin feels warm all over and you move a little slower, looking around. The club is more packed than you remember and there are more bodies on the dance floor. You watch the way people move together, pressed up against one another and grinding to the music humming through the air. 

Jimin follows your gaze, leaning closer to you and popping his gum in your ear. “Wanna dance?” 

You nod, looking up at him through your lashes. He grins and pushes off the bar, sliding a hand around your waist to shift you in front of him. You look at him over your shoulder with narrowed eyes and he smiles, tucking you to his chest and sliding his chin on your shoulder. 

“Coming through,” he calls, walking you both through the group behind you. Ben-Brian-Brad glares at you and you avert your eyes as Jimin guides you toward the dance floor, pads of his fingers pressed firming into your hips and scouring marks into your skin. “Tool in the polo definitely has a small dick.”

You giggle as you peel apart, Jimin catching your hand as you turn to face him, pulling him with you. “What makes you say that?”

“His fucking collar is popped, baby.” 

“I think he’s mad at me,” you admit.

“You’re way out of his league.”

“That’s true.”

Jimin wraps his hands around your wrist and yanks you to him. You gasp, stumbling as your chests press together. He slots a thigh between your legs, making you freeze for a moment as the music slows a bit. Jimin’s hands are confident where they settle on your waist, moving your hips in a soft rhythm as he begins to move. 

Instincts take over. You wrap your arms around Jimin’s neck, letting him press his forehead against yours as he stares you down. He’s no longer controlling your hips but letting you move against him naturally, both of your bodies in sync. 

Jimin is an amazing dancer, never forcing you to sway too much or trying to control your movements awkwardly. He rolls his hips into you experimentally once and you gasp lightly, noses brushing together. 

“You’re fucking hot,” he mumbles, his breath fanning your face. 

“So are you.”

Your fingers slide through the dark, sweaty strands at the back of his neck. He lets out an appreciative noise, making your insides melt. Your eyes drop to his lips, slightly parted, slicked with gloss from his pink tongue darting out to wet them. You wonder how soft they must feel, and the way he used his tongue to lick the salt from the rim of the tequila glass makes you wonder what kissing him is like.

You don’t have to wonder long. Jimin notices you staring. Gives you a wolfish grin. You think he looks wicked in the low light, all sharp eyes with a cunning smile. 

And then he’s kissing you. 

You make a sound of surprise, but it’s swallowed in his warm, minty mouth. Your fingers tighten in his hair as he presses the small of your back so that you’re impossibly closer. 

It’s easy to forget you’re in the middle of the dance floor. Jimin’s mouth moves slowly against yours, sucking your bottom lip greedily as he pulls away for a split second. Before you can chase his lips with yours, he’s kissing you again, with a little more vigor and a curious tongue that swipes the seam of your lips.

You open your mouth to him and Jimin consumes you. You’re spinning, holding onto him for dear life as he sucks your tongue into his mouth. Fuck, you knew his tongue would be good. It makes you light-headed as he licks into your mouth, fingers clawing at you as a whine escapes his throat. 

Suddenly the kiss breaks. You blink up at him, stars in your eyes and cotton-fuzz thoughts, lost in him. Jimin isn’t looking at you though, he’s looking at the DJ and yelling, pointing over your head as he detaches from you. 

“This is my fucking song,” he yells at you, as though he hadn’t been tongue fucking your mouth a moment ago. You look at him, dazed and confused. He notices and pops a kiss on your mouth. “God, you're needy. Don’t pout, I’ll kiss you more after.” 

“What makes you think I want to kiss you more?”

He doesn’t say anything. Instead, he leans forward and kisses you once. Twice. It’s sweet and leaves your mind scattered as he guides you backward slightly before smacking your ass lightly. 

“Watch,” he instructs. “And try not to be a brat about it, yeah?”

“I’ll think about it.”

Jerk by New Boyz is on in the background. Jimin sweeps his arms, backing people away before he starts walking quickly in a circle, bobbing his head to the music and making room for his little show. 

A circle clears in the middle of the dance floor. You cross your arms with raised brows, Michael Kors clutch tucked in your armpit as you watch Jimin wave people back as the song plays. All eyes are on him, cheering as he nods and smirks at the crowd, turning to blow you a cheeky kiss.

You roll your eyes but smile anyways.

Jimin decides he has enough room and right as the chorus starts, he begins to hop and shuffle his feet backward then forward. The crowd goes wild, clapping their hands as he manages to execute the jerk without slipping on the beer and liquor-stained floor.

He spins and drops low, going down to the floor. The crowd yells for him, clapping and cheering him on as Jimin slowly works his way back up. His devious tongue is tucked against his plush upper lip, the hint of a smirk on his mouth.

More guys join the dancing, showing off their moves. Jimin, not one to be outshined, sticks his tongue out all the way, rolling his eyes back as he shakes his head and hooks a thumb in the hem of his shirt, pulling it up to reveal a flawless set of abs, shining in the glittering lights.

The women go crazy as he laughs manically, gesturing to his impressive physique to the other dancers, who roll their eyes and back off. You’re jostled from side-to-side, rolling your eyes when Jimin drops his shirt and dances his way over to you, eyes looking you up and down.

You give him an unimpressed look, yawning and looking the other way as he grips your hips, fingers digging into your flesh through the jeans. “Come on,” he purrs. “Spoiled brat not impressed?”

You are. You just don’t want to be.

“Nope,” you say.

He crowds your space as the circle closes and the song changes. Jimin presses his hips against yours and your stomach drops. Your eyes snap back to his as his hands brush backward, squeezing the sides of your ass.

Jimin’s hot breath touches your lips. He smells like tequila and his cologne. He’s sweating through the Ed Hardy shirt, making it cling to the firm body underneath. Your toes curly slightly as you bite your bottom lip, looking up at him through your lashes.

“If that’s how good I dance,” Jimin murmurs, so close that his nose is touching yours. “Imagine how good I lay pipe.”

You cringe at the way he phrases it, but you’re intrigued. Your friends taunting you for your lack of sexual experience earlier replays in your mind. So you play along, raising a brow. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” You wrap your arms around him when someone knocks into you. He noses the line of your jaw, breath warm in your ear when he whispers. “So like… you DTF or what?”

“What?”

“You know, down to fuck. I’ve been wanting to fuck the shit out of you since I saw you staring at me across the bar.”

“I was not staring.”

“Shit, I would stare if I were you too, baby.” 

You smack his shoulder, pulling away from him slightly. Your heart pounds in your rib cage as you stare at him. His eyes are expectant, waiting for your response. 

Before your ex, you would have never thought to sleep with someone you just met at a bar. You know very little about Jimin besides the fact that he likes to hear himself talk, that he’s a little arrogant and that he is wildly, ridiculously hot. 

Jimin nibbles on his bottom lip, squeezing your hips to tell you he’s still waiting on an answer. The way your stomach flips and you already feel arousal at the cocky way he asserts himself tells you what you want to say. 

“I think so…”

“You think so or you know so?” Your mouth is dry and you don’t know what to say, so you shrug. He seems to read you. “You never went home with a guy at a bar before?”

“No.”

“Come on,” he whines, sliding his hands in your back pockets. “I’ll be really sweet.”

“Yeah?”

He leans down, nudging his nose with yours. You laugh, leaning back a bit but Jimin is persistent, chasing the intimate contact. “Yeah. I’ll even make sure you cum first.”

“We’ll see.” His hands squeeze your ass through your pockets. “My place or-“

“Yours. My friends are stupid fucks.”

Sliding your hand in his, you pull Jimin along. He presses himself close to your back when you walk, sticking the hand not holding yours in your pocket to give your ass an experimental poke. You hiss at him but end up giggling when he wags his eyebrows up and down.

You find Tiffany and Nicole dancing with the original group of guys. Ben-Brian-Brad is glaring at you openly now, and Jimin is pressed behind you so close that you can feel the cool metal of his zipper on your lower back. 

Tiffany and Nicole assure you they’re going to another club and will go to the beach house that the guy group is staying at. With gloss-stain cheek kisses and goodbyes, you leave them dancing as Jimin wraps a hand around your waist, gluing you together as you stumble out into the night.

The strip of bars is full of people. Cool air kisses your skin, making you moan in relief a bit as you begin walking toward your hotel. Your steps are uneven, you and Jimin pushing one another back and forth as you try to navigate your way home. You stumble a little too far when he presses a kiss to your neck, leaning on you too much for your drunk weight to bear and sending you several steps. 

“Owww,” you whine. “That hurt my ankle. I’m in heels and my feet hurt, Jimin.” You drop his hand and look up at him, sticking out your bottom lip in an animated pout. “Give me a piggyback ride.” 

“Hmmm. What do I get in return?”

“What do you mean?”

“If you ride my back, I need to… ride you.”

You roll your eyes. “I already told you I’ll have sex with you, idiot.”

“Yeah but I could really use a good blow job.”

You scrunch your nose. “Fine.” 

Jimin grins, letting go of you to squat and look over his shoulder at you, eyes glittering. “All aboard the Park express. Next stop: pound town.”

Huffing, you place either hand on Jimin’s shoulders and jump a little. He catches you easily, hands gripping your thighs firmly. You shiver at the feeling of his hands. Jimin straightens and you wrap your arms around his neck, settling your chin over his right shoulder.

“You’re kind of a jerk-off, huh?”

He grins as he starts to walk. “A little. But you’re kind of a bitch, so I think it works.”

You hum - he has a point.

The piggyback ride is just as dangerous as the walk. Jimin walks crooked sometimes, only for you to yell and smack his shoulder to send him back in a straight line. He gets distracted by a pizza stand which makes you flick his ear. And when you’re finally in front of the automatic double doors to your hotel, he is gasping for air and immediately sags against the elevator wall.

“You’re fuckin’ heavy.”

“That is so rude.”

“Baby, I am wasted and I haven’t done coke in like a week. It’s not you - it’s me.”

“What a cheesy line.” 

“Speaking of.” His hand feels around his back pocket before dipping into the fabric and removing a tiny Altoid tin. “My sobriety will not come at the expense of me cumming early. I’m going to need a little extra to fuck you right.” 

“Thought you were quitting?”

“I mean, do you want me to get my dick up?” The elevator opens and you try to hide your laugh behind your hand. “And now you’re laughing at me? Baby you’re going to hurt my feelings.”

“Sorry, it was just funny. Do whatever you want. You promised to make me cum first.”

“Never had a guy who did that?”

“Nope.”

Jimin makes a disgusted noise as you swipe the hotel key card in the reader. It flashes green and you swing the door open into the freezing room. It’s a little disheveled, but it’s at least not an embarrassing display of the room. You’re suddenly thrilled that it’s a suite with two rooms. 

The door clicks behind you and Jimin slides closer to you, pulling you by the belt loops. You’re prepared for his kiss this time, opening your mouth the second his soft lips meet yours. It’s sloppy and wet, Jimin sucking your bottom lip hungrily as he pulls your belt loops a little harder.

Carefully, Jimin walks you backward. He taps the side of your thighs and dips down as you jump. He catches your legs, hauling you the rest of the way onto the island counter where you spread your legs for him. 

Jimin slots himself between your thighs easily. At this height, you’re more on his level, but Jimin leans into you, pushing you back slightly as he controls the kiss. It’s more eager and demanding than the one in the club, Jimin sucking on your tongue and licking the rough of your mouth experimentally. 

Planting his hands on either side of your ass on the counter, Jimin trails kisses along your jaw. Your eyes flutter shut at the feeling, and you become breathy. His mouth is noisy and wet against your skin, sucking at the tender flesh under your ear gently before biting lightly. The pinch of skin makes you moan, the sound lost in the lighting above the counter.

“So fucking pretty,” Jimin murmurs, continuing his assault with his mouth. His tongue is just as dangerous, licking over each bite he places as he drifts to your collarbone. “You want a line?”

You shake your head no. He presses closed-mouth kisses back up your neck until he’s straightened out to be eye-level. He brushes your nose with his. Sticks his tongue out and watches you expectantly. You tentatively stick yours out too, making a squeal when his tongue licks at yours.

“Weirdo,” you murmur, cheeks heated and shivering when he pulls away from you to pop open the Altoid tin. There’s a tiny plastic bag inside, sealing the white powder. “You like using tongue.”

Jimin hums in agreement as he stays between your legs, untwisting the bag. “I have a good tongue,” he says as he leans over, dumping a little onto the counter. You watch wordlessly. “I like to eat pussy too.” 

You nearly lay back on the counter and ascend to heaven right there. No one has been so open and bold with you when speaking about sexual acts. And the fact that he says it so casually as he looks around for something flat with an edge makes you dizzy. You produce the room key and he grins, kissing your nose once before he takes it and cuts the powder into two, thin white lines. 

“Do you need a bill too?” you joke. He shakes his head and pulls out a dollar bill that looks like it was once crisp but has been rolled over and over and over, making it look soft and pliant. “You don’t use hundreds?” 

“I’m a model,” he grunts. “Not a Kardashian.” 

That makes you laugh. 

Jimin’s fingers are practiced as he rolls the bill. You can’t help but stare at the rings that you did not notice before, each one placed on a delicate finger. He has nice hands, veins jumping as he places one hand on the counter to hold himself up as the other holds the rolled bill. 

Your knees squeeze his sides a bit as Jimin does the first line. It’s loud in the apartment with just the sound of his sharp inhaling, so you lean a bit to hit the iPod on the iHome dock, flicking through the touchscreen to find a song you like. 

You settle on a playlist Tiffany has loaded in called Party Jamz. She Wolf starts playing loudly, drowning out the sound of Jimin finishing his second line as you hit the volume button a few times to lower it. 

Straightening, you come face to face with Jimin as he wipes his nose a bit, taking a few sharp inhales. He runs his tongue along the edge of the room key before swiping his finger through the residue on the counter. There’s not much coke on the pad of his thumb, but he holds it to your mouth, watching.

Obediently, you open your mouth. He slides his thumb under your upper lip, rubbing gently on your gums. You taste how bitter the drug is, making a bit of a face that makes him giggle as he removes his finger from your mouth, sucking the thumb into his mouth briefly. 

“You want a glass of water?” 

You nod and he vanishes from in between your legs. He sings to himself as he grabs glasses and goes to the fridge, the ice machine loud above the music. You watch him with heavy eyes, your body feeling a little like liquid from all the tequila. 

He reappears, holding a glass of water to your lips. He tilts it carefully as he drinks his own, dark eyes watching you. You sip carefully, the water cool and refreshing as he continues to tip the glass. A bead of water runs down your chin and neck. 

Jimin is fast. He sets down both cups of water and surges forward, tongue chasing the bead of liquid as it runs down your throat. You lean backward, keeping yourself up with your palms planted on the cool counter as Jimin kisses and bites your neck. A moan escapes your mouth and absently, you’re glad you chose Jimin to go home with you.

You grab Jimin by his face, pulling kiss-bitten lips to yours and devouring him whole. He grunts in appreciation, mouth cooled by the water as his tongue dances with yours. His handles are not idle, rubbing up and down your jean-clad thighs, alternating between the gentle press of fingers and pointed drag of nails. 

Jimin’s kissing is like nothing else you’ve had before. He’s skilled, leading you between fast, hungry clashing of teeth and tongue and slow, languid movements. You’re dizzy with him, a buzz of electricity under your skin and heat pooling in your stomach long before his hands dip to your zipper, pulling the metal down. 

Eager hands slide to your hips where Jimin gathers the fabric. Your kiss breaks momentarily, a single line of spit connecting you for a second before you lift your ass off the counter, letting Jimin pull harshly at your pants. The fabric slides, making him cuss out loud when he realizes you’re not wearing underwear. 

“Fuck,” he murmurs, tossing your jeans and pressing your thighs open. You shiver as the cold air hits your pussy. Jimin’s eyes are hungry as he drags a thumb up the center of your glossy folds, a high-pitched sound leaving you. “Spoiled brat wearing no underwear? You’re just dying to have this pussy fucked, huh?”

“Please.”

“Hmm.” Jimin presses his thumb into your clit. Your eyes roll back in your head. The pressure sends a shiver through you, sparking every nerve in your body as he barely wiggles his thumb back and forth. “Shit you’re so sensitive. Gonna scream while I eat you out?”

“Maybe.”

His thumb slides lower, teasing your clenching hole. You open your eyes, head heavy as you look at him. He’s slid down to his knees, looking up at you through long lashes with a smirk on his face. Your shirt is still on, but you don’t even care. Jimin’s hot breath is on your inner thighs as he bites your flesh softly, making your legs try to close.

“Don’t suffocate me,” he chastises you. “Wanna fuckin’ taste though.”

Everything turns to white noise as Jimin leans forward, running his long tongue from your dripping hole to your throbbing clit. You seize forward, gasping for air and clenching your fists as he pins your legs harder. Your muscles strain, the stretch a little painful but the good kind paired with the way he licks you slowly. 

Your blood turns into melted metal. You go boneless, laying back on the counter, knocking over cups, sending them scattering. You knock into the iHome, the iPod coming disconnected and cutting off the music. It doesn’t matter. Now you can hear the way Jimin sucks at your clit, making you moan loudly. 

From the moment you saw his tongue, you wondered what it would be like. You pictured nothing like this. Jimin eats you out slowly, tongue curious yet lazy as he circles your clit in a steady rhythm before sucking your bud into his mouth and squeezing with his lips lightly.

“Fuck, Jimin,” you whisper, voice hoarse from disuse. One of your hands falls across your eyes, blocking the light from the ceiling as Jimin splays you open for his mouth to explore. You’re panting, the other hand threading through his hair, gel making it easier to grab onto. “Feels so fucking good.”

And it does. 

“Tastes so sweet,” he mumbles, pulling away with a lewd, loud suck on your clit. “Your pretty little hole is just fucking dripping. Gonna fuck you open with my fingers to get you nice and stretched for me.”

You can’t come up with a verbal response. Something like a whine and hum of agreement slips out. Your hips twitch as his mouth turns firmer, tongue flicking over your clit quickly followed by his lips sucking at your wet hole.

There has never been a time someone enjoyed themselves so much while paying attention to your pleasure. Jimin is skilled and focused on bringing his fingers into the action. You feel him slowly trace the rim of your entrance with his fingers, applying just enough pressure to make you curse and squirm but not enough to slide in. 

It fucking aches. Your fingers tighten in his hair, begging him to make you feel fuller. Jimin chuckles, the vibrations going straight through you, your muscles spasming. 

Slowly, Jimin adds a single finger, the slide relieving some of the tension directly in your pussy. You let out a soft breath, sagging on the counter as he matches the gentle in-and-out of his finger with the steady licking of his tongue on your clit. 

The tight feeling of your orgasm is winding like a spring in your stomach. You can feel it, the pressure building and so compact that you struggle to breathe, finding yourself gasping for air when Jimin adds another finger to the mix. He applies pressure right against your front wall, pressing that spot that has you seeing stars.

You might be babbling now. You don’t know what comes out of your mouth. Stars are dancing behind your eyes and you struggle to remember not to hold your breath, to try and regulate your breathing as he increases speed. He’s messy now, sucking and licking and rubbing his nose against your clit. Jimin uses his entire face to get you off and you’re spiraling. 

It all happens at once. A deep breath in. Held tight in your chest, muscles seizing and your body going rigid. Jimin’s fingers push against your g-spot hard as he sucks your clit into his mouth and you scream.

Your orgasm snaps in half, everything going loose at once. You feel yourself clench around his fingers, so tight that Jimin pauses his movements, tongue licking at your sensitive pussy gently as you shake. Your hands cover your face now, breathing rapidly into your palms as the room fills with white noise. 

After a moment, your muscles start to relax. Jimin gives an experimental thrust with his fingers and you whine, making him laugh. 

“God, you came so fucking hard,” he growls from between your legs. He gently pulls his fingers from you, making you protest and drop your hands from your face. You open your eyes as the room spins, lifting your head to look where Jimin now stands between your legs. He sucks his fingers into his mouth, smirking around them. “Mmm. You’re a creamer. I like that.” 

You have no response for him. He doesn’t need one. Jimin lifts you from the counter and for a moment, the world tilts dangerously on its axis and you think you might vomit. The spinning is short-lived as he carries you to the bedroom, tossing you on the bed hard enough to make you bounce. 

“Jesus Christ, Jimin,” you mumble, righting yourself in the sheets. He laughs, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it. Your eyes zero in on his body and your mind goes blank. “Jesus Christ, Jimin.”

“Jesus had nothing to do with this.” He smacks his abs with a hand. “This is creatine, determination, and seven days a week at the gym, baby.”

Jimin flexes his stomach. His chest and abs are toned and well-defined. The low lighting of the bar had done him an injustice that is rectified in the lamp light of the bedroom. There’s a black tattoo on his ribcage that you can’t read, but think looks really good on him anyway. 

Jeans slung low on his hips, Jimin shuffles over to the bed. You can see his dick straining against his pants. When he leans over to catch your lips with his, your hand immediately goes to his crotch, gripping gently through the material. He moans into your mouth, the kiss full of spit and your essence. 

From the way your hand presses against his straining cock, you can tell Jimin is big. With nervous hands, you pull at his zipper. He pulls away for a moment, leaving you frowning and confused.

“How do you get this fucking shirt off,” he mumbles, sliding a finger under the strap going across your stomach. “It’s confusing.”

“Like a normal shirt,” you giggle. 

“Like a normal shirt,” he mimes in a high-pitched voice. “Off. Wanna see those fucking tits.” 

Leaning forward, you help Jimin pull your shirt off, followed by the pink bra with a little bow in the middle. He doesn’t seem to have an appreciation for lingerie, immediately pushing you down by your sternum once you’re fully naked so he can lavish your chest with his mouth. 

Jimin’s mouth is always hungry. He sucks a nipple into his mouth, making you gasp and forget that you had been trying to get his pants off. You go limp as his tongue flicks over your pert bud experimentally, his other hand tweaking the opposite peak. Both bring out a response, eliciting a grin from him.

Remembering that Jimin is still in jeans, your hands surge forward, pulling at the zipper. You can see Calvin Klein briefs peaking just out the top of his jeans. With the zipper undone, there’s enough room for you to slide your hand in and grip Jimin’s cock firmly over the fabric of his briefs. 

“Shit,” he moans, head resting in the valley of your breasts. “Come on, take my cock out. Wanna stuff that mouth of yours full.” 

You don’t hesitate. You help Jimin out of his jeans, momentarily distracted by his powerful thighs and the way they flex as he bends to pull his briefs down. Your mouth goes dry as his heavy cock bobs against his navel when he’s free of his briefs. 

Jimin might be a lithe model, but his cock is anything but. 

Smooth, heavy, flushed-brown tip, and thick. Your hand goes for it as he crawls up the bed, straddling your waist and looking down at you through half-lidded eyes. Your hand wraps around the velvet shaft, making him twitch a bit. He sucks his lower lip into his mouth, watching you give an experimental stroke. 

Jimin moans. It’s such a pretty sound. You shift under him to give yourself a better angle. Your hand drifts upward, collecting the pearly precum gathered at his tip. You spread it on his shaft on the downstroke, watching as Jimin’s eyes close, head falling back. 

You gather spit in your mouth, letting go of his cock briefly. He looks down as if to chastise you, but before his comment can escape, you spit into your palm and bring it back up to his cock, giving a smooth stroke, grip firmer and more precise as you twist at the head.

“God,” he moans as you watch his muscles spasm in his abs. “Don’t just jerk me off like a middle schooler, put me in your mouth.”

“Fuck you.”

“I’m trying. Just suck me off a bit first.”

You huff at his impatience. 

Sliding further down the bed, Jimin meets you halfway, lowering a bit so that you can pull the tip of his cock into your mouth for an experimental suck. He curses and you grin, the saltiness on your tongue spurring you to take him in a little further.

It’s a vulnerable angle. Jimin can control the pace and fuck down into your mouth if he wants. Instead, he’s patient as you let the spit collect in your mouth, lifting your head to take a little more in your mouth each time.

Your tongue runs along the bottom of his shaft, providing a smooth glide as Jimin helps you out, sinking into your mouth a little more each time. He’s cursing and moaning above you, lost in the way you hollow your cheeks to provide better suction. You’re fascinated by the way his long lashes cast shadows on his cheeks, and you realize he has a few freckles that are… endearing. 

It’s a weird thing to notice, so you suck harder, trying to focus on the task at hand. 

Jimin grows more needy, fucking into your mouth so that he’s controlling the pace. You adjust, letting your jaw go slack to accommodate the stretch - and it’s a difficult stretch - making sure to guard your teeth and to let your drool help the glide.

“Your mouth takes my cock so well,” he hums. “How about that throat? Can I fuck that too?”

You nod, which is difficult with a mouth full of Jimin’s precum and cock. He grits his teeth, grabbing the bottom of your jaw gently to adjust the angle and start fucking into your mouth in earnest. 

Breathing is difficult - you remind yourself to try and breathe through your nose, letting out little sounds of euphoria around him that rile him up. You can feel your essence dripping down your thighs, turned on by the way Jimin growls every time the tip kisses the back of your throat. 

Once or twice your throat seizes up around him. He’s careful to pull out and let you breathe for a moment, spit and a little cum leaking down the sides of your mouth and down your chin, tears pooling in your eyes.

With one hand, Jimin slides the glossy tip of his cock through the mess on your chin before tracing your lips a few times, smearing the mess over your swollen mouth. 

“Lipstick,” he murmurs, nearly ruining the moment.

Before you can reply, Jimin slides his cock back into the heat of your mouth, sighing in relief as he starts to thrust in earnest again.

Just as the crown of his cock starts to brush the deeper part of your throat, Jimin pulls out, cursing. “Need to fuck this messy pussy of yours or I’ll bust,” he growls. “Turn over for me. Let me see that pretty ass.” 

Crawling from underneath him, you do as he says, too eager to care that he’s bossing you around. Your limbs are trembling as you prop yourself up on your knees, ass in the air and chest and head pressed to the bed. You look at him sideways, cheek on the mattress as he settles behind you, hands kneading the fat of your ass, giving you experimental squeezes.

It feels nice, the way his hands soothe your muscles and skate over soft flesh. He gives you an experimental slap and you squeal, making him grin. 

“Gunna rearrange your fucking guts,” he murmurs, grabbing the base of his cock. 

“Wait - condom?”

He gives you a look. “What? Are we in middle school? I’m not fucking you with a condom, I won’t feel shit.”

“What? How do I know if you’re clean?” 

“Um, does it look like I have something?”

“You can’t always tell.”

“Well, I don’t have a condom.”

You pause, glaring at him. Neither one of you moves. “Okay, well then pull out.”

He scoffs. “Obviously I’m going to cum in your mouth like a gentleman.” 

You roll your eyes. Even though he is wildly attractive and can pull an orgasm out of you with oral, Jimin is still a fucking ass. But he’s an ass who is good at what he does, so you shut up. 

Not that you can speak as he runs his cockhead through your wet folds. You moan, hearing how wet you are for him. He pushes the tip of his cock in slightly, just enough to make your hole flutter around him. You gasp, fists twisting in sheets as he sits there, letting you clench and unclench around him.

“Jimin,” you moan. 

“Ask nicely,” he teases. “Or you’re just gonna get the tip of my cock. I can feel your pussy fucking begging for it. Now you need to ask.”

“Please.”

“Please what?”

“Please fuck me.”

“Yeah? Want me to split you open?”

“Yes.”

“Want me to fuck that cervix until you’re screaming?” You pause. He pauses. “Okay that wasn’t very hot, was it?”

“Not really-”

Jimin cuts you off, thrusting in hard on a single upstroke. You gasp, mind going blank and forgetting about his terrible fumble at dirty talk as his cock does hit something inside of you that sends you into a torrent of heat and trembling limbs.

He sets a fast pace, not letting you adjust to his girth. Jimin’s hips piston perfectly against yours, your ass snapping back into his hips with each thrust. You can barely breathe, panting into the sheets as you bounce backward, sharing the effort to meet him for each powerful stroke.

It feels amazing.

You close your eyes, getting lost in the way his cock fills up every part of you, the slide smooth and velvet against your walls, the tip brushing gently against your g-spot every time he thrusts in. 

Your stomach feels like it's flipping over and over again, each one of Jimin’s thrusts so deep you swear you feel it in your chest. Your thoughts start to slip away, your front half sinking further into the mattress as Jimin’s fingers dig into the meat of your ass.

“Fuck,” he pants. “This pussy is so fucking tight. You're just fucking taking it and this ass-” he slaps your flesh sharply, making you squeal. “You hear that? Fucking getting clapped.” 

You don’t have it in you to be annoyed at him. And he has a point - the slap of hips against ass, balls against pussy is loud. 

The same feeling coils in your stomach again. You squeeze your eyes shut, barely able to breathe around the pleasure and the feeling of Jimin fucking you so full. It winds and winds and winds, and as it’s about to snap, you hold your breath.

Jimin gives a hard thrust followed by another, and you cum with a scream. You go from frozen, clenched muscles to boneless limbs in a moment. Jimin presses his hands into the small of your back, pushing you so far into the mattress that you can barely breathe as you bear his full weight.

With a few disjointed thrusts, Jimin cums, grunting and digging nails into your back.

For a few moments, neither of you moves. You can barely remember where you are, much less ask Jimin to pull his weight off of you to give you air. He’s still pressed into you, the heavy weight of him sinking you further into sweat-soaked sheets.

Jimin relents. He slowly pulls his cock out of you and you feel the mess slicking between your legs. It’s sticky and wet, more than you have ever felt before. He falls unceremoniously to the side, nearly wheezing for air.

The room is filled with heavy breaths and the smell of sweat and sex. Strands of hair and sheets stick to your skin. You shuffle, trying to roll over a bit to look at him. Your limbs are sore and stretched from the press of his hands and the force of his hips spreading yours, but it’s a good sore. 

Jimin is flushed, sweaty, and half-asleep. His hand is on his stomach, sticky with cum. 

“OH MY GOD YOU DIDN’T PULL OUT!” You scream, sitting up with sheets stuck to your back and hair all over. “YOU ASSHOLE!”

“Please stop screaming,” he groans, covering his face. “I’ll buy you Plan B in the morning.”

“You’re the fucking worst!”

“Well,” he sighs. “Give me ten minutes and I’ll fuck you again to make you feel better.” 

You cross your arms over your chest, heart racing. You stare at Jimin for a moment. Two moments. You drop your arms and lay back on the bed. “Yeah,” you huff. “Fine, whatever.”

Who were you to turn down another round like that? Your ex and his Escalade are long forgotten now.