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[ririkookiemonster]

Breaking Point - PJM

Summary: After months of tension, your roommate Jimin catches you grinding on his hoodie in a moment of pure desperation.

Pairing: Roommate!Jimin x Roommate!reader

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Unprotected sex (DO NOTTTT) Dirty talk, degradation, mutual masturbation, name calling, grinding on hoodie, oral sex (m&f receiving), perverse (both jimin and oc are perverts with pent up frustration and lust), rough sex, slight choking, tit slapping, clit rubbing. Just porn.

Word count: 2.4K+

Writer: riri🪽

Writer’s note: ahhhh idk what was i thinking when i wrote this. this is just pure filth haha. let me know in the comments how you feel about it.

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“Holy shit! W-what the fuck Y/N? Is that my hoodie?” Jimin exclaimed, looking at you in your worst state possible.

Naked. Pathetic. Grinding on his hoodie. Teasing yourself.

You gasp in surprise when you see him standing on the entrance of your room, flabbergasted.

What was he even doing here? He was supposed to go out with the boys tonight. You swore you saw him leave, and that’s how you ‘borrowed’ his hoodie from his room.

“J-jimin what are you doing here!?” You shrieked, immediately covering yourself with a blanket.

God. this was so embarrassing.

“Y/N I step out of the apartment for like one minute and by the time you sneaked into my room and steal my hoodie? Jesus! you’re such a fucking pervert.” Jimin said, eyeing you from top to bottom in your vulnerable state. You bit your lower lip, trying to avoid his gaze, but you were too horny to actually come back to your senses.

“C’mon, give me my hoodie back!” He stepped closer and grabbed his hoodie from your hand, taking a look at it. You just lowered your gaze, still unsure what to say.

“Oh my god, look at that wet spot right there. You’re washing this up, Y/N.”

“Yes, I will wash it, sorry.” You said, as you tried to stand up, but you heard him interrupting you.

“No, no, dont stand. Sit down. Sit down like a dumb fucking slut.” You were kinda surprised by his little remark but then again, you were too horny to care.

He was looking at you, his eyes like a hawk. You felt a little embarrassed, but surprisingly, not uncomfortable. Jimin clicked his tongue, taking in your vulnerable form in front of him.

“Here, you wanted this right? Take it. Show me what you were doing.”

“W-what!?” You look at him in surprise, eyes narrowing at his demand.

He wanted you to show him what?!

Was he joking?

“You heard me. Show me what you were doing with my hoodie before I walked in.”

He definitely wasn’t joking.

“Jimin, I am sorry I-”

“C’mon, show me. You were so confident earlier, sneaking into my room, and stealing my hoodie, grinding on it. But now that i am here, you’re all shy?” Jimin said, his eyes scanning you from top to bottom. Even though your body was covered in the blanket, he could very well make out in what position your body was. Legs spread, fingers playing with each other, and your nipples still hard.

“I wont do it again, I promise..” You say, barely in a whisper, earning a scoff from Jimin. You both knew in what state you were in. Wet and willing.

“C’mon now, Y/N. I have to go back to my friends. You’re really losing an opportunity to play with yourself in front of me.” Jimin said, standing up to leave.

“Wait.. don’t go…” You called out, voice barely above a whisper, holding his arm, preventing him to go.

Your actions made Jimin smirk, he got what he wanted. after all, he’d always imagined you in a state like this. He was just a man. And you, he wont lie, had an amazing body. He’d find his cock stir slightly in his pants when you’d wear your favorite pink shorts in front of him. Or when you’d wear that black spaghetti of yours, that exposed a bit of your cleavage when you’re all comfortable, watching TV.

God knows how many times he had to control himself in front of you. You were his roommate. he didn’t wanted to look like a pervert to you. But today when he caught you doing not-so-pure things with his used hoodie, he knew he wasn’t the only perverted one.

He gawks at you, his eyes full of lust, licking his lower plush lip “Oh, you want me to stay?” He chuckles and runs his fingers through his dark hair. He had THAT mischievous smile on, that made you utterly crazy. Every. Single. Time.

“Go ahead, grind on that hoodie, slut.” Jimin commanded, taking some calculative steps towards you, his eyes never leaving yours. He sat on the edge of the bed, his hoodie on his hand, with a wet spot of your juices, reminding you of your perverse.

He gently tugs at the blanket that engulfed your frame, revealing your smooth body. He gazed at your perky breasts, nipples hard. your soft abdomen, your curvy hips, and your delicious wet cunt. He mouthed the words 'Oh my god' as he saw your glistening core, his cock standing in salute.

Fuck, he had always been dying to see you like this…

You gently take his hoodie back from his hands, movements slow and delicate. You bought the cloth to your wet sex, feeling the same sensation you felt minutes before. Hell, you were so horny. Maybe it was his scent, maybe it was just Jimin.

You closed your eyes when you felt the fabric rub against your clit, making you moan unconsciously. “Mhhh Fuck..”

You start to grind on his hoodie, lewd noises unconsciously leaving your mouth.

Jimin smirked, imagining his dick wrapped against your cunt instead of his hoodie. His hand went down to his shaft, undoing his pants, pulling out his hard cock. Jimin looks up at you, his eyes filled with lust, his cock throbbing in his hand as he speak. “You’re enjoying this as much as i do, aren’t you, babygirl?”

You let out another moan in response as he starts to pump himself, looking at your slutty self fucking his hoodie shamelessly. “Mhm just like that baby, fuck yourself just like that.”

He's pretty when he masturbates like that, staring directly into your eyes as he whimpers, breathy and sweet.

Each of his little moans makes you wetter, and your body continues to tremble with need. It's so unbelievably hot how he tilts his head back, exposing the V of his jaw and his Adam's apple, bobbing each time he swallows in pleasure.

You can’t control yourself any longer, especially when jimin looks so fuckable right now, pumping his huge cock right in front of your eyes. Your hands find its way to your clit, rubbing it fast, and desperately, moaning out profanities, and Jimin lose his mind.

Grabbing your hips, Jimin yanks you closer so he can switch places with you, now kneeling in front of you. His mouth water seeing your beautiful glistening pussy, screaming to be eaten out. And so he wastes no time. A wet, hot tongue against your center. You moan at the sudden feeling, your back arching as Jimin repeats the action, the tip of his soft muscle lapping at your leaking folds until he stops at your clit, circling it with an increasing pressure that has you whining at the sensation.

"Fuck, Jimin," you moan out, hands curling into fists as you try to keep your legs as open as possible.

"You’ve been wanting this, don’t you, Y/N? Dreamt about me eating your cunt out till you cum in my tongue."

You are a mess. Your lips parted, hips squirming, back arched, getting eaten out by your roommate like you’d dreamt of.

"Arrghh f-fuckk," you stammer, relishing in the feeling of his lips brushing your swollen bud, and his nose bumping into your needy bundle of nerves. "Y-yes! fucking love it!"

He parts your legs wider, allowing him to sink deeper; his nails dig into the flesh of your thighs which has you moaning, whimpering as he makes out with your cunt. You feel your walls clench around nothing inside, your high nearing, and as your legs start to quiver, your moans becoming chipped and louder, he - suddenly removes himself completely, earning a while from you.

“I wont let you cum so easily, slut. you’ve been teasing me since forever with that slutty body of yours. Now be a good girl and suck my cock.”

Jimin gets up from the bed, and stands in front of you, his cock bobs and hangs heavy in front of your face, close enough that the tip brushes your cheek and smears precum across your face while you remain seated on the bed.

He grabs one of your hands again before he brings his girth to your mouth, your lips spreading as your tongue darts out, licking away the salty pre-cum before he comes closer, aiding you.

Not needing to be told twice, you lean forward to lap at the precum dribbling from Jimin’s slit, making him groan. His body trembles slightly as you suck him into your mouth, and it feels good to know you're not the only one affected.

The rumbling around Jimin’s cock has his throat let out low groans; his head falls back as his fingers squeeze your hand once before he lets go and buries it in your hair.

"Look at you. Such a stupid little cock slut." He groaned, watching drool leak from the corners of your mouth as he thrusted into you. Every hit of his cock against the back of your throat pushed tears into your eyes, eventually causing them to spill out onto your cheeks. "Fuck," he said through gritted teeth.

He knows he’s when he feels his cock throbbing vigorously. He grabs your hair into a fist, pulling you away from his cock, a thread of saliva and his wet slick attaching your lips and cock still.

“I want to fucking cum inside you, Y/N”

He pushed you back in the bed, so that you flat on your back, as Jimin hovers over you. You’d never seen his face this close. Jimin cradles the side of your face and slots his lips with yours for the first time.

It felt so good kissing Jimin.

He holds you gently as your lips glide together, his kiss completely opposite when it comes to oral sex. Gentle and light. He moves his lips with yours, tasting himself on your tongue and moaning into your mouth when he does. You pant against each other in between kisses, Jimin using the opportunity to bite and suck on your bottom lip until you're pushing yourself against him, seeking more.

He pulls away and gets up from the bed, discarding his hoodie off of his body, his body completely bare now. He hovers over you once again, this time groping your left tit in one hand, his thumb flicking over the sensitive nub, and rubbing your clit in the other.

"You want me to fuck you hard, don't you? You want me to fuck you like a slut, treat you like the dirty little whore that you are." He growled and roughly grabbed your thighs, pulling them apart, his cock aligned on your pussy. Youre a moaning mess, his assault on your breast and clit never stopping.

Just then you felt a sting on your left breast, making you yelp at the sensation.

“Answer me Y/N. You want me to use you good like a whore or not?” he growled.

“F-fuck Jimin y-yes please!” You whimpered, face contorted with need when not long after, you felt another slap on your other tit.

“Please what, bitch?” He asked, his hand not stopping the relentless abuse on your clit, when you feel him twist your nipple, demanding you to beg again. You could feel his rock hard cock poking your entrance.

“Please Jimin, fuck me like a needly little slut right now!” you whimpered, not caring about anything. You’ve wanted his cock for long now anyway.

Lining up, Jimin sunk his throbbing cock inside of you, the angle of the position letting him sink until he was fully inside of you, the glide was easy from how sloppy wet you were.

"I've always wanted you, you know..." he pants loudly as he continues to thrust in you. "Such a shame that you never let me have this pussy before.”

He kept one hand on your hip and another pressed into your shoulder to keep you in place as he finally let go, pounding into you with all the force he had. Every ounce of pent up lust and confusion he had for you all these months came pouring out through the fervor of his thrusting. The way you moaned his name sent chills up his spine.

The room filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin and the squelch of your pussy dripping and coating Jimin’s cock.

“You're so tight... So wet and tight around my cock. Fuck!" He growled and his thrusts became erratic as he began to slam deeper and faster into your tight hole.

"You’re... So... Fucking..” He reaches forward and grabs your throat, squeezing gently. "fucking... tight… Fuck!”

He could feel you squeeze him, and he dug his fingers Tightening on your throat.

"Do you wanna cum, baby?"

"Fuck jimin please!" you sputtered. "Please let me cum."

Jimin slapped your cheeks, feeling his own orgasm approaching as he thrusted into you in an animalistic pace. He starts to rub your clit furiously once again.

"Cum, you little whore. Cum all over my cock like a good girl." He growled, his filthy words finally making you snap.

Jimin had you screaming and writhing as he fucked you through your orgasm, Sweat was beading at his forehead and glistened across his chest and back, chasing his high. Jimin leaned down to press his body against yours as his hips continued to snap into you.

Jimin moaned against your skin as he reached his release, painting your walls for the first time. "Oh fuck," he moaned, pressing his face into the crook of your neck. Jimin collapsed on his back beside you, eyes fluttering shut as he watched stars shoot behind his eyelids. You were still panting and he felt your quivering vibrate through the mattress. Both of you, utterly spent.

“…dont you have to go..?” you finally ask him, after gaining enough energy to speak. His eyes opened up, looking at your beautiful face red, hair fucked up, makeup melted down your face, cum and sweat drenching your body from the pleasure he gave you.

“Why? you gonna steal steal another hoodie from my room after I go?” He jokes, tucking a strand of hair from your face behind your ear, watching your lips bloom a smile.

“Fuck you.” You roll your eyes.

“Already did.” Jimin smirks, pulling your body closer to his.

“And i will, in future.”

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innocent | jimin x reader

→ summary: y/n has always been the quiet, studious type—content with her textbooks, her best friend jimin, and the comfortable routine of high school life. but everything changes after a strange, unsettling dream that leaves her questioning everything she thought she knew about herself—and about jimin. what begins as a harmless friendship soon becomes a tangled web of desire, confusion, and self-discovery.

→ genre: 50% smut, 50% fluff

→ warnings: sexual content, cursing

→ wordcount: 12k

Y/N, a studious senior at Westbridge High School, leaned against her locker, flipping through the pages of her statistics book. Her thick-rimmed glasses slid down her nose as she mumbled to herself, trying to memorize a particularly pesky theorem.

Her unruly hair, a dark brown tangle of unbrushed locks, fell over her eyes, which she brushed aside with an impatient hand. Her skin was the color of sweet caramel, a stark contrast to the dull beige hallway that surrounded her. Despite her academic dedication, Y/N's social life remained as bland as the cafeteria's meatloaf Mondays. Her outfits were simple, often picked out by her mom, and she had yet to master the art of makeup. Her frumpy cardigans and loose pants did nothing to highlight the slight curve of her hips or the swell of her chest that had just begun to emerge.

The hallways cleared out as the final bell rang, signaling the end of another school day. Y/N felt a hand at her shoulder."Hey, Y/N, wait up!" It was Jimin Park, her best friend since kindergarten. He had undergone a glow up that had transformed him from a shy, slightly chubby kid into a lean, handsome young man. His jet-black hair was always impeccably styled, and his piercing dark eyes could make even the toughest jocks squirm under their gaze. But it was his confidence that had really skyrocketed. He'd lost his braces and picked up a smirk that made the girls swoon.

Jimin was the complete opposite of Y/N in almost every way. While she was buried in her books, he had been out exploring the social jungle of high school, navigating through the labyrinth of relationships and parties with a finesse she could only dream of. He had a way with words that could charm a teacher into a passing grade or convince the popular crowd to give him the time of day. But he and Y/N were hardcore best friends despite their stark differences.

"What's up, Jimin?" Y/N said, snapping her book shut and stuffing it into her bag. "You're energetic today."

Jimin's smirk grew wider. "Just had a good day, I guess," he said, shrugging. His eyes darted around the hallway, taking in the aftermath of the school day. "So, you wanna go to Panera?"

Y/N nodded, her eyes lighting up at the mention of the cozy bakery-café. It was their usual spot to grab a bite and talk about their days. "Yeah, sure," she replied, her voice filled with excitement.

They made their way through the emptying hallways, their footsteps echoing off the tiles. The air was thick with the scent of disinfectant and the faint lingering odor of teenage angst. The two friends stepped out into the cool fall evening, the leaves rustling under their feet as they walked. The setting sun painted the sky with shades of orange and pink, casting a warm glow over their faces.

Inside Panera, the familiar scent of freshly baked bread and brewing coffee greeted them. They found a quiet corner table and settled in. Jimin's eyes scanned the menu, while Y/N immediately knew she'd order her usual: a chai latte and a cinnamon crunch bagel.

"So," Jimin began, leaning back in his chair and folding his arms, "How's stats going?"

"It's fine," Y/N said, "How's it going with the latest...what's her name again, slut?"

Jimin rolled his eyes playfully. "Her name is Lisa," he corrected, "and you say that about every one of my girlfriends. Jealous much?"

Y/N pretended to be offended, "How dare you excuse me of such," she said with a smirk, "but honestly, I have no idea what you see in dating a new girl every week. It's pointless."

Jimin chuckled, "Well, someone's a little innocent," he teased, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

Y/N felt a blush creeping up her neck, but she met his gaze defiantly. "Hey, I know a lot about dating."

"Oh, really?" Jimin's eyebrow arched in disbelief. "Like what?"

Y/N stumbled over her words, "Well, I know that...that people kiss when they like each other." She took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. "And, uh, they hold hands, and...sometimes they go on dates?"

Jimin's eyes widened, and he couldn't help but laugh. "Wow, Y/N," he said, shaking his head, "You're so smart!"

Y/N's cheeks burned even hotter. "Shut up," she mumbled, trying to hide her embarrassment. "I know more okay, I'm just not saying it."

Jimin's laughter subsided, and he leaned in closer. "You're such a prude, Y/N," he said with a gentle tease. "You need to get out more, loosen up. I can talk to one of my friends for you."

"I don't know," she said, fidgeting with the zipper on her bag. "It seems like a waste of time. Hanging out with you is all the socialization I need, mentally and scientifically."

Jimin couldn't help but laugh as their food came, "You're so full of it," he said, passing her the bagel.

Y/N took a bite, the sweet cinnamon and sugar crunching between her teeth, and felt a strange warmth spread through her chest. She'd always felt safe with Jimin. He was like a brother to her, someone who knew all her quirks and didn't judge her for them.

"Come on," Jimin said, sliding his chair closer to hers. He pulled out his phone and opened his Instagram. "Let's read my DMs today."

Y/N's eyes widened. "Again?" she said, feigned horror in her voice. "I don't know if I can handle another round of love-sick poetry and eggplant emojis."

Jimin nudged her playfully, his arm brushing against hers. "You love it," he said, swiping through the messages.

"Oh my god, what does that even mean?" Y/N said, peering at the screen. "Jimin, why is some random Rachel telling you that you can...release inside of her?"

Jimin facepalmed, trying to hide his laughter. "Y/N, that's slang for something intimate," he explained, as if it was normal. "It's a bit...forward, but it's just how people flirt these days."

Y/N's eyes went wide. "What?" she sputtered, a piece of bagel flying from her mouth. "But that doesn't even make any sense."

Jimin sighed, placing his phone face down on the table. "It's not literal," he said, taking a sip of his drink. "It's, uh, it's about sex."

Y/N's eyes grew even wider. "Oh," she murmured, her cheeks flaming. Sex was a topic she had only ever read about in the most clinical of terms, and the thought of someone discussing it so casually made her squirm in her seat.

Jimin noticed her discomfort and decided to change the subject. "So, how's the bagel?" he asked.

Y/N took a deep breath, trying to push the images out of her head. "It's good," she said, taking another bite. The sweetness helped to mask the bitter taste of embarrassment that lingered in her mouth. "You want a bite?"

Without waiting for an answer, Jimin leaned over and took a huge bite from the exact spot where her teeth had been. Neither of them batted an eye. It was a silent declaration of their closeness, a bond that transcended the typical boundaries of friendship. They'd shared everything from toys to secrets, and apparently now, they shared food.

Y/N watched him chew and swallow, a slightly bewildered look on her face. "That was a huge bite!" she complained.

Jimin just shrugged, a playful grin dancing on his lips. "You offered," he said, reaching for the bagel again.

Y/N slapped his hand away. "You're such a pig."

"Says the person who ate more than half of the bagel in under a minute," Jimin shot back, though he couldn't help but smile. Their banter was comfortable and familiar, a dance they had perfected over the years.

The following week, life at Westbridge High trudged along with the same mundane rhythm that it always had. But that all changed for Y/N on a random Thursday night. As she lay in her twin-sized bed, surrounded by the comforting scent of her favorite lavender candle, she slipped into a dream unlike any she had ever experienced.

In her dream, she found herself in a dimly lit room, the soft glow of a desk lamp casting a warm light across the tangled sheets. She was nestled into the crook of someone's arm, and the warmth of a body pressed against hers was surprisingly comforting. When she turned to look, she saw Jimin's face, his features soft and relaxed in sleep. Her heart skipped a beat as she realized she was wearing nothing but a thin tank top and panties.

Panic began to set in as she felt something foreign between her legs. A hand, warm and firm, was cupping her, and she realized with a jolt that it was Jimin's. She tried to sit up, but his grip tightened, pulling her closer. Her body responded in ways she didn't understand, a warmth spreading through her core that made her feel both terrified and excited.

Y/N's eyes flew open, and she found herself alone in her own bed, the sheets tangled around her body. Her heart raced as she looked down to find her panties soaked with arousal. She had never felt this way before, and was completely confused. Why the fuck was Jimin in her dream?

Her mind raced as she slipped out of bed, avoiding any contact with the sensitive flesh between her legs. She knew she had to wash away the feelings from the dream that clung to her skin like a sticky residue. Y/N padded quietly into the bathroom, the cold tile sending a shiver up her spine. She turned on the shower, letting the water warm up as she stared at her reflection in the steamy mirror. Her cheeks were still flushed from the dream, and she looked...different.

The showerhead spat out water, the droplets hitting the tiles with a rhythmic patter. Y/N stepped into the shower, letting the hot water cascade over her body. She tried to focus on the sensation of the water, the heat washing away the chill from her dream. But as she reached for the soap, her hand accidentally brushed against her swollen clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through her. She gasped and quickly jerked her hand away, her eyes wide with shock. What the fuck was that?

Her mind raced with thoughts of Jimin's hand on her in the dream, the way he had touched her with such confidence and familiarity. It had felt so...right. But it couldn't be right, could it? They were just friends. Best friends, even. Y/N had never thought of Jimin in that way before. She had always been too busy with school to think about boys or sex. And now, here she was, her body betraying her with these new, confusing sensations.

The next day, Y/N met Jimin in the crowded cafeteria, her heart pounding in her chest as she approached their usual table. She tried to play it cool, but her cheeks were still flushed from the thoughts that had plagued her all morning.

"Hey," Jimin said, his eyes flicking up from his phone. He was already digging into his turkey sub, mayo threatening to ooze out the sides. "How was your night?"

Y/N took a deep breath and forced a smile. "Fine," she said, setting her tray down with a clatter. Her plain salad looked unappetizing compared to Jimin's food. "How was yours?"

Jimin shrugged, his eyes never leaving his screen. "The usual," he said, his thumbs flying as he texted. "Did you finish that calculus assignment you were talking about yesterday?"

Y/N nodded, her voice slightly shaky. "Yeah," she said, trying to keep her cool. "Hey, can I ask you something?"

Jimin looked up from his phone, his dark eyes meeting hers. "What's up?"

Y/N took a deep breath, her heart racing. "Do people who like each other, you know, romantically...sleep together?"

Jimin swallowed a mouthful of his sandwich and nodded, raising an eyebrow. "Yeah," he said casually, his gaze never leaving hers. "It's normal. You should know this, you're too innocent."

Y/N felt her face heat up. "I knew that," she lied, her voice a little too defensive. "I just...wanted to confirm."

Jimin studied her for a moment, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Is there something you want to tell me, Y/N?"

Y/N's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly looked away, pretending to be absorbed in the mundane task of unraveling her plastic silverware. "No," she said, her voice a little too high. "It's just...for a project. I'm writing a paper on modern relationships for psychology class."

Jimin studied her for a moment, his eyes searching hers, but then he shrugged and took another bite of his sandwich. "Well, if you need any help with that, I'm your guy," he said with a smirk.

Y/N's stomach did a flip. The way he looked at her made her feel like he saw right through her lie, but she pushed the thought aside. "Thanks," she murmured, focusing on her salad.

But as she picked at her limp greens, her thoughts strayed back to the dream. She couldn't shake the feeling of his hand on her body, the way it had felt so natural and...right. Before she knew it, she had set her fork down and was eyeing Jimin's sandwich with a mix of curiosity and craving.

"You don't like your salad?" Jimin asked, noticing her lack of appetite.

Y/N shrugged nonchalantly. "It's fine," she said, "but can I have some of your sandwich?"

Jimin looked at her with a raised eyebrow, a smear of mayo on his cheek that she had the sudden urge to wipe away. "Ok."

He tore off a piece of his sandwich and held it out to her. Y/N leaned over, her mouth opening slightly as she took the offered morsel. His hand was warm, and the bread was surprisingly soft. She chewed slowly, her eyes staring off into space as she tasted the blend of turkey and mayo.

Jimin watched her, a smirk playing on his lips as he took a sip of his drink. "Taste good?"

Y/N nodded, the taste of the sandwich a revelation on her tongue. She had never tasted anything so delicious, so...sensual. OMG SHUT UP WEIRD ASS BRAIN, she mentally slapped herself.

"It's good," she murmured, her voice muffled by the food. "I'm gonna get a sandwich, too. This salad sucks."

Jimin chuckled, handing over the rest of his sandwich. "You can take mine," he said, his voice low and teasing. "I'll get a new one."

After school, Y/N's legs practically carried her to the nearest bathroom, her mind reeling from the same confusing sensation that had visited her the night before. She locked herself in the stall, her heart racing as she reached under her skirt. Sure enough, she felt the same wetness between her legs, confirming her fears. She was so lost in thought that she barely noticed the sound of the cafeteria doors slamming shut or the fading chatter of her classmates.

Her fingers touched the slick fabric of her panties, and she felt a mix of embarrassment and fascination. She had read about arousal in her biology textbook, but experiencing it firsthand was something entirely different. It was confusing and overwhelming, and she couldn't shake the image of Jimin from her mind. Why him? They had been friends for so long, and she had never felt this way before. It had to be the dream, didn't it?

Y/N leaned against the cool metal of the stall, her eyes squeezed shut as she tried to make sense of her body's traitorous response. Her breathing grew heavy, and she felt a strange tension building in her stomach. Stop it, she told herself. She hastily wiped her hand on a piece of toilet paper and flushed the evidence away. When she stepped out, her pent up desire only increased.

For the rest of the month, Y/N found herself glancing at Jimin more often than usual. The way his shirt hugged his shoulders, the way he tucked his hair behind his ear, every little gesture seemed to hold a new allure. She tried to ignore it, burying her nose in her books, but every time she heard his laugh or felt his presence, she couldn't help but think about their shared moment in the dream. It was as if a secret part of her had been unlocked, and she didn't have the key to shut it away again.

One evening, as they were leaving the library, Jimin playfully shoved her into a deserted hallway. "You're so jumpy lately," he said, his eyes searching hers.

Y/N's heart hammered in her chest, her breath catching as she stumbled against the lockers. "I'm just tired," she said.

Jimin's gaze lingered on her, his smirk fading into something more contemplative. "You okay, Y/N?" he asked, his voice softer than usual.

Y/N nodded, trying to compose herself. "Yeah," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Jimin leaned closer, his eyes searching hers. "You sure?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine concern. "I didn't wanna say anything earlier, but you've been acting weird for over a month now."

Y/N felt her throat tighten. She hadn't realized her feelings had been so transparent. "I'm fine," she said, her voice normal now. "Just a lot on my mind."

Jimin nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. "Well, if you ever need to talk," he said, "you know I'm here. I have and will always be here."

Y/N felt a strange flutter in her stomach. Did Jimin know? Did he feel the same way? She pushed the thought aside and forced a laugh. "Thanks," she said, "but it's just school stuff. You know how it is."

Jimin nodded, but his gaze remained intense. "Okay," he said, his voice filled with doubt. "But if it's something more..."

Y/N's thoughts raced. What if he did know? What if he had felt the same way in the dream? Her mind was a whirlwind of what-ifs and butterflies, and she needed to get out of there before she did something stupid. "It's nothing," she said, taking a step back. "I should get going. It's late."

Jimin studied her for a moment longer before nodding. "Alright," he said, his voice still gentle. "But if you need anything, just text."

Y/N nodded again, her cheeks still burning. She turned and practically sprinted out, her heart racing. As she stepped out into the cool night air, she took deep, gulping breaths, trying to calm herself down. What was happening to her? She had never felt this way about Jimin before. He was just her best friend, her confidant, her...She didn't want her stupid sexual horniness to be the reason for the end of their perfect friendship. It was the only thing perfect in her life.

For the next few weeks, Y/N researched ways to remove sexual thoughts from her mind, diving into psychology books and articles late into the night. She tried meditation, visualization, and even considered talking to the school counselor, but fear of embarrassment kept her tongue-tied. The more she tried to ignore her feelings, the stronger they grew. She found herself daydreaming about Jimin in class, imagining his hands on her, his lips against hers. It was all she could think about. It was so annoying.

One afternoon, they were in Jimin's room, studying for their upcoming exams. The air was thick with the scent of his cologne and the faint hint of sweat from their last-minute cramming session. Y/N's heart raced as she pretended to focus on her textbook. She could feel the heat of his body beside her, and every time their elbows brushed against each other, she felt an electric jolt.

"Hey, you okay?" Jimin asked, looking up from his notes.

Y/N's eyes snapped to meet his, her cheeks aflame. "What?" she squeaked.

Jimin frowned slightly. "You just zoned out there for a second," he said, concern etched into his handsome features. "You're not getting sick, are you?"

Y/N took a deep breath and hoped the flush in her cheeks would be mistaken for exertion. "No, I'm fine," she lied, trying to keep her voice steady.

But Jimin wasn't fooled. He set his pencil down, his eyes searching hers. "You don't look fine," he said, leaning over to place a hand on her forehead. "Maybe you're coming down with something."

The warmth of his hand was like a brand on her skin, setting off a chain reaction of sensations that made her body ache. She couldn't take it anymore. "I'm okay," she whispered, pushing herself off the bed. "I need to go to the bathroom."

Y/N practically sprinted down the hallway, her heart racing. She locked herself in the bathroom, her breaths coming in short gasps. She leaned against the cool porcelain sink, staring at her flustered reflection in the mirror. Her eyes were wild, her cheeks a fiery red.

With trembling hands, she pulled down her panties and sat on the edge of the tub. She had never done this before, but the need was overwhelming. She spread her legs slightly and tentatively touched herself, her fingertips brushing over her clit. It was like a live wire, sending bolts of pleasure through her body. She couldn't believe she had never tried this before. She began to stroke herself gently, her eyes fluttering shut as she gave in to the sensation.

Her breath grew ragged, and she leaned back against the cold porcelain, letting her head fall back. She didn't know what she was doing, but it felt so good. Her hips began to rock slightly, the pleasure building with each stroke. Without thinking, she moaned Jimin's name, the sound echoing in the small room.

And that's when she felt it-a sudden pressure against her back, a hand replacing hers between her legs. She froze, her eyes flying open to see Jimin standing right behind her. His hand, strong and sure, took over her trembling fingers, stroking her with a confidence that sent waves of shock and pleasure through her.

Y/N gasped, her body stiffening in surprise. "Jimin," she whimpered, but his name came out as more of a plea than a protest. "I'm sorry."

Jimin's eyes searched hers in the mirror, his expression unreadable. "Don't be sorry," he said, his voice a low rumble. "I've been watching you for months, Y/N. I knew something was up."

Y/N's heart hammered in her chest, her mind racing. "W-what do you mean?" she stuttered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Jimin leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear. "You've been so...distracted," he murmured, his hand still moving rhythmically between her legs. "I know you better than anyone. And I know that when you get like this, it means something's bothering you."

Y/N felt a mix of emotions-fear, excitement, and confusion-swirl within her. She had never been so exposed, so vulnerable, in front of anyone, even Jimin. But his touch was like a balm, soothing the ache she had been carrying around for weeks. She didn't know if she should stop him or if she even wanted to.

"Jimin," she whispered, her voice trembling. "What are you doing? What's happening to me? I'm so confused."

He leaned in closer, his hand still working between her legs. "It's okay, don't panic," he said, his voice a low murmur. "I'm going to help you."

Y/N's eyes remained fixed on their reflection in the mirror as Jimin's long, deft fingers continued their exploration. His touch grew bolder, slipping a digit inside her, the feeling so foreign yet surprisingly welcome. She bit her lip to stifle a moan as his hand moved in a slow, rhythmic pattern that mirrored the pulse of the blood in her veins.

"You're feeling this because you're growing, Y/N," he said, his voice calm and soothing, as if explaining a complex math problem. "Your body is changing, and so are your desires."

Y/N couldn't believe what was happening. She had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable. But at the same time, she had never felt so alive. Jimin's fingers slid in and out of her, the sensation of his knuckles brushing against her clit with every stroke making her tremble. His touch was gentle, yet firm, as if he knew exactly what she needed without her having to say a word.

"Does it feel good?" he asked, his voice a soft rumble in the quiet bathroom.

Y/N's eyes remained closed, her chest heaving with every breath. "Y-yes," she admitted, her voice shaking with each new wave of pleasure.

"Good," Jimin murmured, his eyes never leaving her face in the mirror. "You're doing great. Just let go, Y/N. I'm right here."

Y/N nodded, her teeth digging into her bottom lip. She felt the tension in her body slowly dissipate as she allowed herself to succumb to the sensations he was creating. His touch grew more insistent, his thumb circling her clit with precision. She couldn't believe she was letting him do this, but she was too lost in the moment to care.

"Jimin," she gasped as the warmth grew, her voice barely a whisper. "I think...I think I'm going to...Oh god!"

"It's okay," he murmured reassuringly, his eyes never leaving hers in the mirror. "That's it, Y/N. Just let it happen."

Y/N's body tensed as the warmth grew more intense, and she couldn't hold back a whine of panic. "Jimin," she choked out.

"Shh, it's okay," he soothed, his voice calm and steady. "Just keep breathing."

Y/N's eyes remained squeezed shut as the sensation grew stronger. She was on the precipice of something she didn't fully understand, and she was both terrified and exhilarated. She could feel her body tensing up, her muscles coiling like a spring ready to snap.

"Jimin," she gasped, her voice filled with a mix of fear and pleasure. "It's too much."

"That's good, Y/N," he murmured, his eyes never leaving her face in the mirror. "It means you're close."

Y/N's eyes squeezed shut tighter as the warmth grew into a crescendo. "I don't know if I can handle it," she whispered, her voice shaking.

"You can," Jimin assured her, his voice a soft rumble in her ear. "Just breathe with me, okay?"

Y/N nodded, her eyes squeezed shut as she tried to follow his instructions. His hand never stopped moving, the pressure building until she couldn't take it anymore. "Oh god, Jimin," she moaned, her body writhing in his grasp.

"You're so close," Jimin whispered, his voice low and soothing. "Just let it happen."

With a loud gasp, Y/N came, her body convulsing in pleasure. It was a sensation she had never experienced before, and it was both terrifying and exhilarating. Jimin watched her in the mirror, his eyes filled with a mix of concern and fascination as he felt her pussy clench around his fingers.

"You're okay," he murmured, his hand slowing as the aftershocks of her orgasm rippled through her. "Just breathe."

Y/N nodded, her chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath. "W-what was that?" she managed to ask, her voice trembling.

Jimin's hand remained between her legs, his thumb gently stroking her sensitive flesh. "That, Y/N," he said with a knowing smile, "was your first orgasm."

Y/N's cheeks burned with embarrassment, but she couldn't deny the intense pleasure that had just washed over her. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice barely above a breath.

Jimin turned her around to face him, "For what?"

Y/N's eyes searched his, filled with confusion and a hint of fear. "For...for that," she said, gesturing to the space between them, still trembling from her climax. "What we just did...I...I was feeling, for lack of a better word, sexually deprived, for the past few months, and I needed that. I was slowly going insane. I guess my body was tired of being a virgin." She chuckled a bit to diffuse the tension, if there was any. Then, to hide her embarrassment, she hugged him, burying her face in his shoulder.

Jimin held her close, his arms strong and reassuring around her. "It's okay, Y/N," he murmured. "It's totally normal to explore your body and your feelings. And if you need help with that, I'm happy to be here for you. You didn't have to hide this from me."

Y/N pulled back slightly, looking up at him with a mix of embarrassment and relief. "I just didn't know what was happening," she said, her voice still a bit shaky. "I thought I was going crazy."

Jimin chuckled and brushed a stray hair out of her face. "You're not crazy, just growing up." He leaned in, his eyes searching hers. "If you ever need anything, you can always come to me."

Y/N felt a warmth spread through her at his words, but she was also scared of what that might mean for their friendship. "So like a friends with benefits kinda deal?"

Jimin couldn't help but laugh at this, "I'm surprised you even know what that is."

Y/N's cheeks flushed even deeper, "I've heard people talk about it in school."

Jimin's smile grew more gentle. "We're not exactly friends with benefits. It's more like, I help you whenever you need it. You should be paying me really."

Y/N's eyes widened in horror. "No, no way!" she exclaimed, pushing him away slightly. "You can't charge me for this!"

Jimin chuckled, his grip on her not loosening. "I'm just kidding, Y/N," he said, his voice low and warm. "I'd never charge you for anything."

Y/N felt a wave of relief wash over her. She'd get over her romantic feelings for him, as long as their friendship remained intact, she was okay.

"Okay, let's do it," she said, her voice stable now. "But you can't tell anyone, okay? There's gonna think I'm a lame, inexperienced virgin."

Jimin chuckled, "I'm not going to tell anyone. Pinky promise." He held up his pinky, smiling reassuringly.

Y/N rolled her eyes but couldn't help the smile that tugged at her lips. She linked her pinky with his, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. "Okay, pinky promise," she agreed.

The next time Y/N was in need of 'Jimin's services' was Wednesday of the following week. After school, Jimin noticed Y/N was walking awkwardly to his car.

"Is everything okay?" Jimin asked, his voice filled with genuine concern.

Y/N looked up at him, her cheeks a deep shade of red. "I'm...wet."

Jimin raised an eyebrow, understanding dawning in his eyes. "Ah," he said, his voice gentle. "Let's go to my place then."

Once they were safely in his room with the door locked, Y/N couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nerves. She sat on the bed, her hands fidgeting in her lap. "Are you gonna do the same thing as last time?" she asked, her voice genuinely curious.

Jimin sat beside her, chuckling, "I was actually thinking of something else."

Y/N's heart skipped a beat. "What is it?" she asked, her eyes searching his for an answer.

Jimin's eyes sparkled with mischief. "Something different," he said, his voice a seductive whisper. "Lay back."

Y/N did as she was told, her heart racing as she felt him push her back onto the bed. His hands slid down her hips, deftly unbuttoning her pants before tugging them off along with her panties. She couldn't believe this was happening again, but the anticipation was too intense to deny.

"Jimin," she gasped as his mouth moved to her navel, his tongue flicking against the sensitive skin. "What are you doing? That tickles!"

He looked up at her with a grin, his eyes filled with mischief. "You'll like this, I promise," he said before lowering his head again.

Y/N felt his warm breath on her skin as he trailed kisses down her stomach, her body shivering with anticipation. He paused for a moment at the top of her mound, his nose nuzzling her clit before his tongue darted out to taste her. She moaned, her hands gripping the bedsheets.

"Oh god, Jimin," she gasped as his mouth fully latched onto her.

"Mm," he murmured against her, his tongue swirling around her clit with practiced ease. "You taste so sweet."

Y/N couldn't believe this was happening. Jimin's mouth was between her legs, his tongue expertly navigating her folds as she lay there, writhing with pleasure. She felt her cheeks burn with embarrassment, but the feeling was quickly replaced with a delicious heat that spread from her core to the rest of her body. "Oh, fuck," she moaned, her hands fisting in the bed sheets.

"You like that?" Jimin's voice was muffled against her skin, but the smirk in his tone was unmistakable.

Y/N's body arched off the bed as his tongue swiped over her clit, the sensation making her eyes roll back. "Y-yes," she managed to choke out, her voice strained with pleasure.

Jimin's eyes flickered up to meet hers, a smug grin on his face. "I knew you'd like it," he murmured before diving back in.

Y/N's hips bucked, her body no longer her own as Jimin's tongue danced over her sensitive bud. "Oh my god," she moaned, her voice hoarse. "I never knew it felt like this."

Jimin's eyes twinkled with mirth as he watched her reaction in the mirror. "You're so responsive," he murmured, his mouth still full of her.

Y/N's cheeks flamed even more, but she couldn't argue with the pleasure coursing through her. "I've never...oh...fuck," she panted, her hips bucking against his mouth.

"Shh," Jimin murmured, placing a hand on her hip to hold her in place. "Just lie back and let me taste you."

Y/N's body responded to his touch, her legs falling open wider as his tongue delved deeper into her wetness. She couldn't believe the sounds coming from her own mouth, the whimpers and gasps that filled the room. Her body was a symphony of sensations, each stroke of his tongue a crescendo building towards something unimaginable.

"Oh Jimin, oh my god," she moaned, her voice growing more desperate. His mouth was insistent, his tongue relentless as it flicked against her clit. She felt her body tense, her muscles tightening as she approached the precipice of climax.

"Mm, you're so close," Jimin murmured. He slid a finger inside her, his mouth still working its magic on her sensitive nub. The dual sensation was too much, and with a sharp gasp, Y/N's body convulsed as she came.

Her eyes rolled back, and she bit her lip to keep from screaming his name as she felt the warmth of his mouth on her, drinking her in. It was a strange sensation, one she hadn't anticipated, but it only added to the intensity of her orgasm. Her body trembled as she rode the wave, the pleasure crashing over her like a tsunami.

"Oh, fuck, Jimin," she moaned, her hips bucking as she reached her peak. She felt his tongue delve deeper, lapping up her juices with a hunger that surprised her. As she came down from her climax, she watched, her cheeks burning, as Jimin pulled back, his mouth glistening.

Jimin plopped next to Y/N in his bed, his cheek propped up by his hand as he studied her face with a smug smile. Y/N, on the other hand, was a flustered mess, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tried to catch her breath.

"Why did you do that?" she finally managed to ask, her voice still shaky from the intensity of the orgasm.

"Do what?" Jimin asked.

Y/N felt her face burn even hotter. "You...you drank it," she whispered, her eyes unable to meet his. "It probably tastes bad."

Jimin leaned in closer, his smile growing more mischievous. "Why don't you tell me?" he suggested, his eyes gleaming with challenge. He held his wet finger up to her lips, the taste of her own arousal still lingering on his skin.

Y/N's eyes widened with shock, but there was a flicker of curiosity in them as well. She didn't know what to say, but she didn't pull away as he brought his finger closer. She could see her own juices glistening on him, and she felt a strange sense of power in knowing that she was the one who had made him taste that way.

"Open up," Jimin urged, his voice a gentle command. Y/N's heart was racing, but she did as she was told, parting her lips slightly. He traced his finger along the seam of her mouth, leaving a trail of wetness that she couldn't help but follow with her tongue."Mmm," she murmured, the taste of herself foreign and yet oddly intimate. "It's not bad," she admitted, a hint of surprise in her voice.

Jimin's eyes danced with mirth. "Told you," he said, his voice low and teasing. "It's fucking amazing."

Y/N's cheeks were on fire, but she couldn't deny the curiosity that had her leaning in closer. "You're just saying that because you have to. You're my best friend," she said, kicking him with her leg.

Jimin chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest. "I'm not just saying it."

Y/N looked at him skeptically before getting up and putting her panties and pants back on. She had to remind herself that Jimin was only teaching her, not her actual lover. "Okay, okay," she said, trying to regain composure. "I'm gonna head to my place. I'll see you later."

That night, Jimin found himself tossing and turning in bed, his thoughts consumed by Y/N's sweet taste and the sounds of her pleasure still echoing in his ears. He had never expected his friendship with her to take such an intimate turn, but the way she had responded to him, the way she had looked at him in the mirror, had stirred something within him that he couldn't ignore.

As he drifted off to sleep, an image of her flitted into his mind-her soft, plump lips parted in a gasp, her eyes wide and filled with wonder as she came for the first time with his mouth on her. He felt his cock stir, and before he knew it, he was lost in a sea of sensation.

The dream began as most of his sex dreams did: with the girl of the moment, her body writhing under his. But as he sank into the warmth, the face above him shifted, morphing into Y/N's, her dark eyes meeting his with a vulnerability that was so raw it took his breath away. The setting changed from a faceless hotel room to the library where they studied together, the books forgotten as their bodies entangled on the cold, hard floor.

Her skin was soft, her touch tentative, and her kisses were gentle-so different from the rough, passionate encounters he was used to. The way she whispered his name, the way she looked at him with a mix of fear and desire, it all felt so...real. In the dream, he could feel the weight of her emotions, her innocence, and it was intoxicating. It was unlike anything he had ever felt before, and it was terrifying.

Jimin woke up in the middle of the night, his heart racing, his sheets a tangled mess around his legs. His cock was rock hard, and he was covered in a sheen of sweat. He looked around his dark room, trying to shake off the images of Y/N that still lingered in his mind. It was just a dream, he told himself, but the ache in his chest didn't agree. He had had wet dreams before-about his past flings, about the girls he had dated-but none had ever left him feeling like this.

In the dream, Y/N's eyes had been so wide and full of wonder, her body responding to his touch with an innocence that was almost painful to watch. It was as if she was discovering a new world, and he was her guide. He had felt a strange sense of protectiveness, a need to be gentle with her, to show her all the wonders that sex could bring without scaring her away.

The intimacy of the dream was what had really thrown him off. In his past relationships, sex had been more about the act itself, the chase and the conquest. But with Y/N, it was about her. It was about her pleasure, her reactions, the way her body moved with his. It was about the connection between them, the unspoken bond that had grown over the years. And as he watched her come in his dream, her face contorted with pleasure, something shifted within him. Did he...like her? Like, really like her? Not just as a friend?

Jimin sat up in bed, his heart racing. He had to get out of there before he started thinking about it too much. He threw on some sweats and a t-shirt, and grabbed his phone. Maybe scrolling through memes would help. He opened his door and almost collided with Y/N, who was standing in the hallway, looking just as flustered as he felt.

"H-hey," he said, his eyes wide with surprise. "What are you doing here? It's midnight."

Y/N's cheeks turned a deeper shade of red. "I had a...a question," she stuttered, holding up her phone. "I couldn't sleep and I didn't know who else to ask."

Jimin leaned against the doorframe, his heart thumping in his chest. He couldn't believe she was here. "What's up?" he asked casually, trying to hide his nerves.

Y/N fidgeted, her eyes darting to the floor. "You already know this but...I've never been kissed before. And I was wondering if...you're okay with it...if you could maybe...kiss me?"

Jimin's eyes widened in surprise, his mind racing. He had never seen Y/N like this before, so vulnerable and exposed. It was jarring, and for a moment, he didn't know how to respond. "Kiss you?" he echoed, his voice sounding unnaturally high.

Y/N's cheeks grew even redder, and she nodded, her eyes pleading. "Yeah, I know it's weird, but I had this...this dream about you, and it was so intense, and I just want to know what a kiss feels like. Just one. It's not a big deal, really. You don't have to if you don't want to," she rambled, her voice speeding up as she tried to fill the awkward silence. "I just...I need to know what it's like, you know? Oh my god, did I just tell you about the dream? That's so embarrassing. I'm sorry, I'm just really confused right now. I'll just go."

Before she could turn and leave, Jimin reached out and grabbed her wrist. "Wait," he said, his voice low and gruff. He pulled her towards him, and she stumbled slightly, her eyes widening as she looked up at him.

"What are you-" she began, but her words were cut off as Jimin's mouth crashed down onto hers. It was a kiss that took her by surprise, a kiss filled with passion and need that she had never felt before. His lips were soft and insistent, his hands sliding around her waist to hold her against him as he deepened the kiss.

Y/N's mind went blank with shock and pleasure as she felt his tongue slide against hers. It was nothing like she had imagined, nothing like the chaste pecks she had seen in movies or read about in books. This was raw and real, and it made her heart race in a way that was both thrilling and terrifying.

Her arms wound around his neck, her fingers tangling in his hair as she kissed him back, her inexperience shining through in the way she clung to him. But Jimin didn't seem to mind. He kissed her like he had been waiting for this moment for a long time, his hands roaming her body as if he was trying to memorize every inch of her.

Y/N felt herself melt into him, her body responding to his touch in a way she never thought possible. She had never felt this kind of desire, this kind of need before. It was overwhelming and exhilarating all at once.

As they broke for air, Jimin looked down at her, his eyes dark with lust. "Is that what you wanted?" he asked, his voice thick with want.

Y/N nodded, her breathing ragged. "Yes," she whispered, her eyes still closed. "Thank you."

Jimin's thumb traced her jaw, his gaze intense. "You liked it?"

Y/N nodded again, her eyes still glued to the floor. "Mmhmm," she murmured shyly.

"Look at me," Jimin's voice was firm, his hand sliding to the back of her neck and tilting her face up. She reluctantly opened her eyes, her cheeks still stained with a deep blush.

The intensity in his gaze took her aback. His hand on her ass was possessive, but his touch on her neck was gentle, almost tender. "I want to see your face when you tell me you liked it," he said, his eyes searching hers.

Y/N swallowed hard, her eyes fluttering open. The sight of him so close, so intense, made her heart race even more. "I liked it," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Jimin's grip on her neck tightened, his eyes searching hers for any hint of doubt. "Good girl," he said, his voice gruff.

Y/N felt a thrill run down her spine at his praise. He leaned down again, his hand sliding down to cup her ass. This time, she didn't flinch. Instead, she arched into him, her body craving more of his touch. Jimin's eyes darkened at her response, and he took it as an invitation. He pulled her closer, pressing her against the length of his body.

With a swift movement, he deepened the kiss, his tongue slipping into her mouth. Y/N gasped, and he took full advantage, pushing his tongue further in to explore her. The sensation was overwhelming, a dance of passion that she had only dreamt of. She felt like she was drowning in the heat of his embrace, but she didn't want it to end.

Her hands moved from his shoulders to his back, her nails digging into his skin as she tried to get closer. She had never felt this way before, never experienced this kind of raw desire. It was as if her entire body was on fire, and only Jimin could extinguish the flames.

As the kiss grew more intense, Jimin's hands began to wander, cupping her breasts over her shirt. Y/N gasped into his mouth, the sensation making her toes curl. He broke the kiss, his eyes searching hers for any sign of hesitation. She could see the question in his eyes: was this okay? But she was too far gone to care. She nodded, her breathing heavy and shallow.

Jimin's hands moved with more purpose, his thumbs rubbing circles around her hardened nipples. Y/N felt her knees buckle, but he held her up, his grip firm and reassuring. He pushed her back onto the wall, his body pressing into hers, the heat between them almost unbearable. He kissed her neck, his teeth grazing her skin as his hands moved to the hem of her shirt.

Y/N's mind was racing with the sensations, the feeling of his body against hers, the taste of him on her lips. She had never been this close to anyone before, never felt this desired. She didn't know how to process it all, but she didn't want it to stop. Her own hands moved to his hips, pulling him closer as she felt his erection press against her.

Jimin's eyes searched hers, looking for consent, and she gave it willingly, her nod almost imperceptible. He took the cue, his hands moving up to unbutton her shirt, his mouth never leaving her neck. She shivered as the cool air hit her bare skin, his breath hot against her.

With a swift tug, her shirt was off, and he took a moment to drink in the sight of her. Her bra was simple, but the way it hugged her curves made his cock throb even more. "You're beautiful," he murmured against her ear, his voice thick with lust and love.

Y/N blushed, her hands moving to cover herself instinctively, but Jimin's hands stopped her, holding them at her sides. "Don't," he said firmly. "Let me see you."

He reached behind her and unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the floor. His eyes devoured her, taking in every inch of her exposed flesh. "You're so fucking perfect," he murmured, his voice hoarse with need.

Y/N felt a thrill of excitement and fear as she stood before him, naked from the waist up. But Jimin's eyes were filled with nothing but desire and admiration, and it was all she needed to push aside her insecurities. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice trembling.

Jimin leaned in, capturing her mouth in another fiery kiss as his hands roamed her bare skin. His touch was like electricity, sending shockwaves through her body and making her nipples peak even further. She moaned into his mouth, her body begging for more.

With a gentle bite to her lower lip, Jimin broke the kiss and moved his mouth down to her chest. His tongue traced the edge of her areola before flicking against her nipple. Y/N gasped, her body jolting at the sensation. She had never felt anything so intense, so personal. It was as if he was worshiping her, and she was powerless to resist.

He took her nipple into his mouth, suckling gently before increasing the pressure. Y/N's back arched, her nails digging into his back as she let out a whimper. "Mm, you like that, baby girl?" he murmured, his breath hot against her skin.

Y/N nodded, her eyes screwed shut in pleasure. "Yes," she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. "More."

Jimin chuckled, the sound vibrating against her skin. He took her other nipple into his mouth, his teeth grazing it lightly before his tongue swirled around it. She felt her legs give out, but his arms were there to catch her, holding her up against the wall as he continued to kiss and bite her sensitive flesh.

With his free hand, Jimin reached down and began to unbuckle his pants. Y/N's eyes widened as he pushed them down along with his boxers, his cock springing free. It was the first time she had seen one in person, and she couldn't help but stare. It was larger and more intimidating than she had ever imagined, the tip glistening with precum.

"What are you doing?" she asked, her voice trembling with a mix of excitement and fear.

Jimin stepped out of his pants and underwear, his erection standing tall and proud before her.

"I want you to touch me, Y/N," he said, his voice low and velvety. "I need to feel your hands on me."

Y/N's eyes remained glued to his cock, a mix of curiosity and trepidation swirling within her. She had never done this before, never even seen one up close. It was both fascinating and intimidating. "How?" she asked, her voice small.

Jimin took her hand and brought it to his erection, wrapping her trembling fingers around it. "Like this," he said, guiding her hand to stroke him gently. His eyes never left hers, watching as she tentatively began to move her hand up and down.

Y/N's breath hitched as she felt the warmth and hardness of him in her hand. It was a strange and powerful feeling, knowing she had this kind of effect on him. She tightened her grip slightly, feeling him twitch in response. He groaned into her neck, his teeth grazing her skin. "That's it, baby," he murmured.

Encouraged by his reaction, she began to move her hand more confidently, her curiosity growing. She felt his hand guide her, showing her the pace and pressure he liked. It was strange, feeling him this way, but it was also incredibly thrilling.

"Good girl," he whispered, his breath hot against her neck, sending shivers down her spine. "Just like that."

Y/N's hand grew more confident, her curiosity turning into a need to please him. She watched his face for any signs of what he liked, his eyes fluttering closed as he let out a soft moan. His hand slid down to her waist, pulling her closer until she could feel the heat of his cock against her stomach.

Her thumb swiped over the wet tip, spreading the precum, and Jimin's hips jerked forward. "Fuck," he murmured, his hand tightening on her hip. "That's it."

Y/N felt a surge of power knowing she could affect him like this, her thumb continuing to glide over his cock as she watched his face contort with pleasure. She could feel the tension in his body, the way his muscles tensed and released as she explored him.

Without a second thought, she leaned down, her eyes still locked with his, and took him into her mouth. The feeling was strange, but the taste was not unpleasant, a mix of salt and musk. She felt him jerk in surprise, his eyes going wide before they rolled back in his head.

She moved her head tentatively, taking in his girth as much as she could. Jimin's hand found her hair, his fingers threading through it as he guided her, showing her the rhythm that he liked."Fuck, Y/N," he breathed out, his voice strained. "You're so fucking good at this."

Y/N didn't respond, instead focusing on the task at hand. She felt the tip of his cock hit the back of her throat, and she gagged slightly. Jimin noticed and pulled back immediately, his hand coming to her cheek. "It's okay," he murmured, his eyes filled with concern. "You don't have to do this if you don't want to."

But Y/N's eyes were determined. She leaned back in, her mouth open and eager, taking him deeper than before. The sensation was strange, but she liked it. Liked the way he felt, liked the way he tasted. Liked the way his hands tightened in her hair and the low, guttural sounds he made when she hit just the right spot.

Jimin groaned, his voice strained. "Keep going, just like that, baby."

Y/N took his advice, her cheeks hollowing as she bobbed her head up and down his length. Her eyes watered, but she didn't stop, driven by a newfound desire to bring him to the edge.

"Mm, yes," Jimin groaned, his voice a mix of pleasure and disbelief. "Fuck."

Y/N felt his cock twitch in her mouth, his grip on her hair tightening. She didn't know what she was doing, but the sounds he was making were like music to her ears. She moved her head faster, her tongue swirling around the tip as she took him in deeper.

With a loud groan, Jimin's body stiffened, his hips thrusting into her mouth once, twice, before he released a hot stream of cum down her throat. She choked slightly, unprepared for the intensity of the moment. But she swallowed, eager to please him, her eyes never leaving his as she tasted him for the first time.

His orgasm seemed to last forever, his cock pulsing in her mouth as he filled her with his release. Y/N felt a strange mix of pride and shock as she realized she had brought him to climax. When he finally pulled back, she took a deep breath, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

Jimin's eyes searched hers, looking for any signs of regret or discomfort. But all he saw was a hunger that matched his own. He leaned in, capturing her mouth in a deep, lingering kiss, his tongue sliding against hers as he tasted himself on her lips. "Fuck, Y/N," he murmured against her mouth. "That was...that was amazing."

Y/N's eyes sparkled with excitement and a hint of pride. "I liked it, too," she confessed.

Jimin smiled, his eyes darkening with desire. "I've got something else to show you," he said, his voice low and husky. He pushed her against the wall, his cock rubbing her clit, her legs trembling with anticipation.

With a gentle nudge, he positioned himself at her entrance, his cock slick with precum and her own arousal. Y/N's breath caught in her throat as she felt the tip of him pushing against her. "Relax," he murmured, his voice soothing. "I'll go slow, okay?"

Y/N nodded, her eyes wide with both fear and anticipation. "Okay," she whispered, her voice shaking. "I trust you."

With those words, Jimin pushed forward, entering her slowly. Y/N gasped as she felt herself stretch around him, the sensation both painful and exhilarating. "You're so tight, baby," he groaned, his eyes never leaving hers. "So perfect."

"It hurts a little," Y/N whispered, her eyes watering as she felt the pressure build.

"I know, it's your first time," Jimin said through gritted teeth, his own desire warring with his need to be gentle. "Just breathe, okay?"

Y/N took a deep breath, her eyes squeezed shut as she felt herself stretching around him. "Okay," she managed, her voice shaky.

"Good girl," Jimin murmured, pushing in a little further. "You're doing so well."

Y/N's eyes were snapped shut, her teeth gritted against the pain that grew with every inch of Jimin's cock that entered her. "Baby, relax," he said. "Open your eyes for me."

With a shaky breath, she did as he asked, and his gaze bore into hers, a mix of concern and passion. "You're so fucking beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

Jimin pushed in further, his movements slow and deliberate, watching her face for any signs of distress. Suddenly, her pain transformed into something else, something more profound. Y/N felt a pressure building inside her, a pleasure she had never felt before. She was lost in the sensation, her eyes still locked on Jimin's. She felt a warmth inside her growing.

"Come for me, Y/N," he whispered, his voice a mix of command and desperation. "I need to feel you come."

Y/N's eyes widened, the pressure inside her building to an unbearable crescendo. She didn't know how she knew, but she could feel it coming. Her hips bucked upward, meeting his rhythm, her walls tightening around him. "Jimin," she gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders.

He increased his pace, his strokes more deliberate, his eyes never leaving hers. "Come for me, baby," he urged, his voice a low rumble in her ear.

Y/N's breaths grew more rapid, her body tightening around him like a vice. The pressure grew until she couldn't contain it anymore, and she shattered into a million pieces, her orgasm ripping through her like a storm. She screamed out his name, her nails digging into his back as she rode the waves of pleasure.

Jimin watched her with awe and a hint of pride, his own release building. He felt her walls clench around him, her body pulsing with every spasm of pleasure. He couldn't hold back anymore. With a roar, he drove into her one last time, filling her with his cum.

Their breaths mingled, their bodies slick with sweat. For a moment, they stayed like that, connected in a way that went beyond friendship. Jimin leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead, his arms tightening around her.

Y/N's eyes were glazed over, her body still trembling from the intensity of her orgasm. She felt filled and complete, like a puzzle piece finally snapping into place. "Jimin," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.He leaned down, his forehead resting against hers, his breaths coming in pants. "Mhmhmm?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.

"Can we...you stay in me for a while?" Y/N asked, her voice still shaky.

Jimin's eyes searched hers, his expression a mix of tenderness and lust. "Of course," he murmured, kissing her gently.

He remained still, his cock still buried deep within her, allowing her to feel the full extent of his warmth and presence. Y/N's eyes drifted closed, her breathing slowly returning to normal as she savored the feeling of their bodies joined together. She had never felt so alive, so wanted.

"Y/N," Jimin whispered, his arms still wrapped around her waist, holding her close.

Y/N's eyes looked at his, lost in the sensation of his warmth inside her and the way he looked at her. "Mm?" she responded, her breaths evening out.

Jimin's voice was gentle, his thumb caressing her cheek. "I like like you."

Y/N's eyes widened at his confession. It was the first time he had admitted any romantic feelings towards her, and she felt like her heart was going to burst out of her chest. "I like like you, too."

He kissed her again, this time softer and more lingering, his tongue tracing the seam of her lips. She opened for him eagerly, her arms wrapping around his neck as they deepened the kiss. Their bodies remained connected, their hearts beating in sync.

When they finally pulled apart, Y/N felt a warmth spread through her that had nothing to do with the aftermath of their passion. She looked up at him, her eyes wide with hope and vulnerability. "So now what?" she whispered.

Jimin's gaze searched hers as a smile plastered on his face. "Now I'm your boyfriend."

Y/N's heart skipped a beat. "Your...girlfriend?" she asked, her voice tentative.

Jimin nodded, a soft smile playing on his lips. "If you'll have me," he said, his eyes searching hers.

Y/N felt her heart race, her cheeks flushing at the realization of what this meant. "I will," she replied, her voice barely audible.

Jimin leaned in for another kiss, this one gentle and reassuring. He slowly pulled out of her, and Y/N felt an unexpected pang of loss, but it was quickly replaced with sleep as he lifted her in his arms, bridal style. "Sleep with me," he murmured, carrying her to the bed.

Y/N nodded, her eyes heavy with exhaustion and satisfaction. She allowed him to lay her down, and she snuggled into his embrace, his arm around her waist, his cock still semi-hard against her thigh. They lay there, their bodies entwined, listening to each other's hearts beat in the quiet room.

It was a moment of pure contentment, a moment where their friendship had morphed into something more, something that neither of them had anticipated but both desperately craved. Jimin's hand caressed her skin, his thumb tracing the curve of her hip. Y/N's hand found his, lacing their fingers together.

As they lay in silence, the gravity of their situation began to settle in. They had crossed a line, and there was no going back. But as she felt the steady beat of his heart against her chest, Y/N knew that she didn't want to. For the first time, she felt seen, desired, and loved in a way she had only dreamed of.

Jimin's hand slid down her body, his fingers playing with the folds between her legs. She shivered at the sensation, her body still sensitive from their lovemaking. He chuckled softly. "I can't get enough of you," he whispered, his voice filled with a newfound tenderness that sent butterflies fluttering through her stomach.

Y/N blushed, snuggling closer to him, her heart racing with excitement. "Go to sleep," she murmured, her voice muffled against his chest.

"Fine," he said, his hand coming to rest on her lower stomach. His breaths grew even, and she could feel his chest rise and fall beneath her cheek. Soon she was asleep too.

The next day at school, Y/N was a bundle of nerves. Jimin had handed her a small, unassuming package before they parted ways that morning, his eyes twinkling with mischief. She had opened it in the bathroom to find a small, pink vibrator and a wireless remote. "Wear this all day," he had whispered, his voice thick with excitement. "And I'll surprise you."

Y/N had blushed furiously, but something about the daring thrill of it all had her agreeing. She slid the toy into her panties, the cool plastic against her sensitive flesh sending a shiver down her spine. As she walked to her first class, she could feel it nestled inside her, a constant reminder of the secret they now shared.

Her first class was calculus, a subject she had always found challenging. She took her usual seat in the front, her heart racing as she spotted Jimin sitting in the back, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. The teacher, Mr. Thomas, was notorious for his random, on-the-spot questions, and she could feel Jimin's eyes on her, watching, waiting.

As the lesson droned on, she found it difficult to focus, her mind wandering to the night before and the feel of Jimin inside her. She was jolted back to reality when Mr. Thomas called on her, asking a complex question that she hadn't quite caught. Panic set in, and she stumbled over her words, trying to piece together an answer.

Jimin's smirk grew wider from his spot in the back, his thumb hovering over the button of the small, unassuming device in his pocket. The anticipation was palpable as she took a deep breath to compose herself. The moment she began to speak, his thumb pressed down, and the vibrations shot through her.

Y/N's eyes widened, and she bit her lip to stifle a gasp as the vibrator came to life. She felt her cheeks flush and her pussy clench around the toy, her legs pressing together involuntarily. She stumbled over her words, trying to maintain her composure as the pleasure grew more intense.

Mr. Thomas looked at her quizzically, obviously noticing her distraction. "Miss Y/N?" he prompted, raising an eyebrow.

Y/N's heart was racing as she struggled to focus on the problem at the board. She felt Jimin's eyes on her, the silent challenge in his gaze making her pulse quicken. "I...I just need a moment," she managed to say, her voice shaky.

Mr. Thomas nodded, turning to write something down on his desk. The second his back was turned, Y/N's eyes darted to Jimin, who had the audacity to wink at her. She narrowed her eyes, but she couldn't help the smirk that played on her lips. This was a game she hadn't known she wanted to play.

Jimin leaned back in his chair, his hand still in his pocket, fingering the remote. Y/N could feel the vibrations intensifying, making it almost impossible to concentrate. She squirmed in her seat, her eyes flicking to the clock on the wall, willing the minutes to pass.

Mr. Thomas turned back, "Miss Y/N, are you ready to answer my question now?"

Y/N took a deep breath, her voice trembling slightly as she spoke. "Yes, the answer is 2." She could feel Jimin's eyes on her, his smirk growing wider as he played with the intensity of the vibrator, the buzzing a secret symphony of pleasure between them.

The class droned on, but the focus was no longer on the equations scribbled across the whiteboard. It was on the delicious torment pulsing through her core, the silent battle of wills that had become the rhythm of their morning. Each time she began to get comfortable, Jimin would crank up the vibrations, and she'd have to fight not to moan or squirm in her chair.

The moment Mr. Thomas called for a short break, the tension in the room was palpable. Y/N took the opportunity to stand, her legs shaking with the effort to keep herself upright. She hoped the movement would help disperse the heat pooling between her thighs, but she had underestimated Jimin's determination. The second she was vertical, the vibrations kicked into overdrive, sending her knees wobbling.

Her eyes shot to Jimin's, desperation and pleading mingling in her gaze. He simply grinned, his thumb pressing down on the remote. The vibrator inside her reached full power, and she felt like she was going to collapse. She bit down hard on her lip to keep from crying out, her eyes watering with the effort to maintain her composure.

Y/N's knees buckled, and she reached out to grab the edge of the desk, her knuckles turning white. She felt a hand on her back, and suddenly Jimin was there, his strong arms supporting her. "Wet for me?" he asked, his voice a low murmur that only she could hear.

Her eyes widened in surprise, and she nodded, her breath coming in pants. "Yes," she managed to whisper.

The second she nodded, Jimin's thumb pressed down, the vibrations reaching their peak intensity. The room spun around her, and she felt like she was going to come right there in the middle of calculus class. But before she could, she felt lips on her ear, Jimin's voice a soft, seductive whisper. "Not yet," he said, his breath hot against her skin. "Hold it in."

Y/N bit her lip hard, her eyes squeezed shut as she fought against the waves of pleasure threatening to crash over her. The bell rang, signaling the end of class, and she had never been so grateful for the chaos of students shuffling out of the room. Jimin's arm remained around her waist, his hand in her pocket, guiding her out of the classroom and into the empty hallway.

"Jimin, please, make it stop," she whispered, her voice shaking with need.

He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear. "But you said you could handle it," he teased, his thumb playing with the button on the remote, the vibrations fluctuating in response to his touch.

Y/N's eyes rolled back in her head as she tried to stand on trembling legs. "I didn't know it would be this intense," she breathed.

Jimin's smirk grew wider as he leaned in closer, his mouth brushing against her ear. "You like it," he said, his voice a low growl of satisfaction. "Admit it."

Y/N couldn't help the whine that escaped her lips as the vibrations grew stronger. "I do," she admitted, her cheeks flushing. "But I can't walk like this."

Jimin chuckled, the sound sending shivers down her spine. "Fine," he said, the vibrations dying down to a gentle hum. He leaned in, his voice a soft whisper. "Just for now."

Y/N's eyes snapped open, glaring at him with mock irritation. "You're evil," she murmured, but her voice was laced with affection.

Jimin chuckled, his grip on her tightening. "Only when it comes to you, my love," he whispered, his thumb tracing circles on her hipbone.

Y/N's eyes narrowed, but she couldn't help the smile that tugged at her lips. She leaned into him, the warmth of his body seeping into her. "You're going to pay for this," she said playfully.

Jimin's eyes danced with mischief. "Looking forward to it," he murmured, pressing a kiss to her lips.

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Tchaikovsky’s Tantrum

⮌ Summary: 𝘈 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘹 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘱 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯.

⮌ Genre: Smut

⮌ Word Count: 2k

⮌ Pairing: VictorianEra!Jimin x Fem!Reader

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“My love.” He breathed into your hair, as if nothing else in the world mattered right now. It was you and him, two lovers entangled in the heat of passion. You had been exchanging longing glances before you took the first step and scuttled forward. After sundown, he promised. After sundown, he would be yours. And did he deliver. You knew he wasn’t lying. All those moments, the gazes. It was clear he didn’t think of you as the help. You hated being the mistress in the situation but his wife was just so callous. From the moment he walked through the doors, the horror began.

“You forgot to say goodbye,” or “I will not attend that boorish meeting, it is for hags,” or, “I will not touch what was sitting on the floor. I will need a new bag.” She was at least 8 years younger than him, but she acted like a child. He was only in his mid-thirties, and she, in her late twenties. They did not have a single child despite being married for about four years. It was uncommon to not have heirs which is why you suspected the motive of his infidelity. It was not like you were forced to either, the young Count was handsome, and you felt lucky to even gaze upon his face whenever he passed by. Just a glimpse was enough to get a pool forming between your legs.

You did not understand why his wife refused to carry out her duties as she slept in a separate bedchamber, and did not even once lay with him as long as you and the other maids had known her. Every person in the manor knew she was having many affairs. She kept it secret from him but a part of him also had to have known. You even saw one of the men leaving her room once. And it was NOT her husband.

Your relationship developed with time, as any natural relationship. It started one day when you caught his attention. You were cleaning the table and leaned forward and he looked at you a bit longer than usual. You thought he was absentminded and did not mean anything by the gaze. Yet, your mind wandered, and so did your hands, below your undergarments. 

You did enjoy the teasing. Once when you were cleaning the table, he leaned forward and grabbed your hand. His wife was reading a book so she did not pay mind. You looked at him, but you did not make eye contact. You simply…let him rest his hand on yours.

And then, the encounter. You were on your way to the maid’s quarters and about to pass by Lady Park’s room, when you saw the master of the house standing outside her door, his face pale and his blank as he listened to her muffled voice through the door. You knew he had to have heard an exchange she had with a lover, or that he had enough evidence that his wife truly did not feel an ounce of love for him. Then, he looked into your eyes. You saw that behind this Lord, there was a man…a man with emotions beyond what you thought were possible for him. His eyes glistened with tears.

You did not say a word.

The next day he did not approach you. He rather…waited. Then you ran into him again, at a different night, in the same place. He told you things, things that made your heart wretch. He did not have a friend behind these walls, simply people that used him. You did not wish for him to be alone so you kept him company. You started getting to know each other. Sometimes, he would make jabs and lighthearted conversation with you at the breakfast table, other times he would bring you to the foyer with the grand fireplace and tell you stories. 

And then one night…he kissed you. You were surprised, in the best way possible. That was when the affair started. Months after getting to know each other. You had made love countless times before but this time was different.

“J-Jimin.” He looked at you as you breathlessly whispered his name.

“Nobody will catch us, my sweet.” Your grip tightened on his arms as he rocked forward, his cock sliding up against your thighs.

“You don’t know what you’re doing to me…” You said.

“Oh but I do. And now the fun begins.” He smirked, getting off you before grabbing the candle from the table and tilting it forward. You let out a small whimper as some of the wax splashed on your skin and dried.

“Ow!” You let out a cry.

“It’s okay, it hurts at first…but it’s fun.” He reassured you, but you were taking deep breaths. What if it was not just wax? What if you were marked?

“I see….the wax dries.” You chipped it off your skin. It was just dry residue.

“So…where would you like it?” He asked, biting his lip as a couple of drops spilled on his own hand. The kinky bastard.

“My chest…” You played with your breasts, squeezing your nipples while you looked at him with the most innocent eyes you could muster, and he looked at you with desire.

“My, my. How pretty you look with wax all over your body. My perfect sculpture.” He dripped the wax over your breasts and they burned. You shut your eyes, knowing the worst part was already over. “You did amazing, honey.” He captured your lips in a quick kiss before helping pick off the wax with his hands.

“My…you’re a man of peculiar tastes, Jimin.” You tutted, but he caught on. You were enthralled with the man of the house, and he in turn, with you.

“Ah, but you still stay familiar with me,” He kissed your hair softly. “Not many women take kindly to having wax poured on them.”

“I try my best not to forget my place.” You sighed, reminding him again of your awful reality.

“My love, you are with me now. Behind the doors, there is no society. No one to tell us what is right from wrong. I do not have a marriage, it is simply a parchment of paper at this point. My heart lies with you, Y/N.” 

He was right.

The next day it was ten and three quarters, when Mrs. Park walked into the room, looking to be mad beyond her normal schedule. She looked right at you, but did not say a word. She scoffed and looked at her husband.

“You fucked someone, right?” She was furious. Jimin did not say a word, sighing from all the noise so early in the morning.

“What is it now?” He asked her, tired of his lady’s yelling.

“You can’t just fuck random girls when your main duty is producing an heir for the estate. I should be the only one you fuck now.” She said this all shamelessly in front of you, like she was putting on an act to make you reveal the truth. She was both vulgar and an embarrassment to the Park name. But no servant would dare tell that to her face, no.

“You’re right,” Jimin stood up, clearly annoyed with her behaviour now. “So why have you been fucking random men in your quarters every night? The entire house can hear you, you know?” Jimin said with a slight look of disgust on his face. You noticed how he was quick to also play the victim. He might have appeared faithful to his wife but little did the other servants—or Mrs. Park know. You were the only person that could call him out on his lie.

“So you knew,” She folded her arms. She meant to test him? “Why didn’t you say anything sooner?” It was as if she was more hurt he didn’t find her out than the matter that she was unfaithful to him. These two were definitely not suited for each other.

“Because I have also been having an affair.” Your eyes widened at Jimin’s sudden confession, but you made sure to keep your composure. You were their breakfast maid, so you were the only one of the staff not dismissed.

“You’re such a bad husband,” Mrs. Park stormed off. “Make a baby with that bitch instead, then.” Jimin dismissed her, waving his hand at her as she angrily went to a different part of the house.

“I’m sorry.” He said after a while. He looked sad.

“Don’t be. We both know her words carry little weight.” You misspoke. Jimin flared his nostrils in anger as he banged his hand on the table.

“That is my wife! Her word is just as important as mine, if not more. Her purpose is to manage affairs of the house when I am not in. You have no right to weigh in on our household! You’re a maid.” Everything he stated was a fact, but it still hurt all the same. You did not let it show on your face. 

“Right. Sorry, Mr. Park. It won’t happen again.” You bowed and went to the servants’ quarters as you dismissed yourself.

“Wait, Y/N,” He followed after you. “I didn’t mean–Y/N stop!” He grabbed your wrist.

“Or what? You’re gonna fire me? Pray tell, Lord Park, what will you do when the lady finds that I was the one you were fucking while she let some asshole piledrive her last night? It’s not fair! It’s not fair that you aren’t allowed to be your own person.” She sighed, more angered by the situation and Mrs. Park than Jimin himself.

“I know, but she knows now. That means we have to be careful. I don’t want anything happening to you,” He bit his lip as he took your hands in his. “I love you.” It wasn’t the first time he had said those words to you but lately you have been feeling quite out of sorts.

“You say you do, but your actions suggest otherwise. Please, restrain yourself, Lord Park.” You pulled away first, and walked back alone. You felt bad but it felt good to do something for yourself for once. Lord Park was evaded successfully as you requested other tasks and had different maidservants sit in with him for breakfast. His wife had not spoken with him for a whole fortnight, and this had the whole town talking. Breaking the marriage was not possible for them. However, Lady Park had taken to seperating from him almost entirely. It was probably for the best, however Lord Park felt guilty. You knew he blamed himself for her unhappiness. 

You couldn’t do anything, though. You were a commoner. Not like that could help.

“My love.” He stopped you, just as you were taking a tray to the kitchen. He was in the hallway, and you felt perplexed.

“What are you doing here?”

“I live here.” He sighed, you knew right away he regretted his actions.

“Jimin, I didn’t want to see you.” 

“I know you’re mad at me but please–hear me out.” You decided to stop and set the tray on a side table.

“Before somebody sees us. What did you want to say?” You felt like this needed closure but what best than part ways? His wife knew he had an affair and maybe not all the details but you couldn’t risk being thrown out on the street. 

“I know I’ve been an asshole, but…I want you. I want us to continue being together because you keep me happy and grounded.” You parted your lips in a sigh.

“Listen Jimin, you know I have feelings for you too, but you upset me. I’m “just a maid.” You really hurt me.” You explained.

“I know, I’m an idiot. Please, just….stay with me?” You nod. 

“Okay, I’ll give you another chance. Just please…don’t let your wife catch on.” You said, holding his hand. You also needed this job, but you loved him. You loved him more than you cared to admit but it was so dangerous.

The next night came when you spent it in a barn, away from the servants or the nobles that may have been around. He made love to you as gently and sweetly as he always had, your saccarine angel. He was the Lord of the mansion, yes, but when you were lovers nothing else mattered.

“J-Jimin….” You moaned as his lips were hot on your neck.

“Y/N…you feel so good.” His voice was deeper, a rasp forming as he thrusted into you.

“Ahhh….” Your voice was light and airy.

“Mmmm.” He moaned as you kissed passionately, and with a few more pumps, he came undone. His hips slammed into yours repetitively. You felt your insides clenching, as he dug his nails into your waist, holding you in place. You needed him, your body arched back as he fucked you with a bit more force, and you took in as much as you could but much of that had been with the intent of stretching you out for him. Your body was burning with the desire of a thousand suns, especially as he stopped moving for a moment to let you readjust. You groaned as he put one of your legs over his shoulder and tried accessing you deeper, which worked.

As he worked you open, you felt your entire body loosen around him. You drooled as he gave you his thumb to suck and focused on fucking you as you deserved. You both needed this. 

“Ahhh, ahhh, Jimin….” You moaned his name as he grinned down at you. You knew he meant to fuck you right, but this was better than you expected.

“Fuck…you like that baby?” You nodded, in the heat of the moment sucking his thumb.

“Mmmm, Jimin.” You sighed. You felt a bundle of nerves fluttering as his hand moved down to your thigh and dug in as he pulled you even closer. Your arms went behind his back, as he pulled you so you were sitting upright. You kissed him, expertly sliding your tongue against his, tasting his cherry red lips and sucking his bottom lip, letting go with a “pop.” Jimin was good at fucking, but boy could you kiss the shit out of that man.

“I love you…” He whispered, kissing your neck as you moved your hips. You knew he was close, and so were you. You rode him with a desire to be filled, to have him as yours someday.

“I love you too,” You whispered. “I’m close.” You said, alerting him as he nipped your shoulders and left a few marks. Your breath hitched in your throat as you felt his teeth break the skin. His lips created a suction.

“Me too. Let’s cum together.” He whispered hot into your ear as he looked into your eyes, directly as you maneuvered your hips forward and back until you came undone, your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“Oh….ohhhhh.” You moaned, as he grinned while kissing you open-mouthedly. 

“Mmmmm, Y/N, you’re so tight,” He kissed your neck. “Good lord, you’re gorgeous.” He sighed, feeling sated as he came inside of you, his white hot semen spilling out of you and dribbling down your thighs as he pulled his cock out of your used hole. You kissed once more, before getting under the covers and getting some rest. When morning came, you would probably be getting a new job, or suffering the wrath of his wife, but at least you had his heart. That was what mattered the most now. You squeezed his shoulders as you laid with him. Who cared about what the morning held? What mattered now was the present moment. 

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—JEON JUNGKOOK

⇝ outside

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[lost-jams]

Hello there

pairing — jimin x female reader

genre — fluff (with a bit of sexual stuffs huhu)

::If I was given the choice to re-live my life, well I dont think I would make any choices that would differ from the previous ones...because all of them led me to you::

I look myself over one more time in the mirror. I used to wear my hair above the shoulders with edgy bangs, but it's grown a lot in the last couple of years. And not without reason. I brush my fingers through the long, dark strands of hair that I've trained to cover most of the left side of my face. I pull the sleeve of my left arm down to my wrist and then pull the collar up to cover most of my neck. The scars are barely visible like this, and I can actually stomach looking at myself in the mirror. I used to think I was pretty. But hair and clothes can only cover up so much now. I hear a toilet flush, so I turn quickly and make my way to  the door before the woman can exit the stall. I do what I can to avoid people most of the time, and not because I'm afraid they'll stare at my scars. I avoid them because they don't stare. 

The second people notice me, they look away just as fast, because they're afraid to appear rude or judgmental. Just once it would be nice if someone looked me in the eyes and held my stare. It's been so long since that's happened. I hate to admit that I miss the attention I used to get, but I do. I exit the bathroom and head back toward the booth, disappointed to still see the back of my father's head. I was hoping he would have had some kind of emergency and been required to leave while I was in the restroom. It's sad that I'd rather be greeted by an empty booth than by my own father. The thought almost makes me frown, but I'm suddenly sidetracked by the guy seated in the booth I'm about to walk past. I don't usually notice people, considering they do everything in their power to avoid eye contact with me. However, this guy's eyes are intense, curious and staring straight at me. My first thought when I see him is, "If only... this were two years ago."

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Its happening again...they are fighting again sighing i look at my mirror "ugh...i need a hair cut" grabbing my car keys I jogged towards the front door, silence...perhaps they finally noticed me "I'll be back in awhile" i told them while putting on my shoes. " Eat something before heading out, come" i finally looked towards my mother, her eyes they are red...so was my fathers, Are they finally letting themselves go? maybe. "No im not hungry" i opened the door.

Would my present be different if i lisened to my mother? Do i want things to be different?

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 I want to break out in a sprintin order to get his eyes off me, or if I should walk in slowmotion so I can soak up the attention.His body shifts as I begin to pass him, and his stare becomestoo much all of a sudden. Too invasive. I feel my cheeks flushand my skin tingle, so I look down at my feet and allow myhair to fall in front of my face. I even pull a strand of it intomy mouth in order to block more of his view.

Just a fewmoments ago, I was thinking about how much I miss beingstared at, but now that it's happening, I just want him to lookaway.Right before he's out of my peripheral vision, I cut my eyesin his direction and catch a ghost of a smile. Maybe he didnt see my scars...

It annoys me that I even think this way. I used to notbe this girl. I used to be confident, but i guess the accident broke every ounce of my self-esteem. I've tried getting it back, butit's hard to believe someone could ever find me attractivewhen I can't even look at myself in the mirror.  Ugh.

"As i was saying, I think u should organise a fan meet and stop being an annonymous writer, people want to see u" i tear my eyes from my father to the coffee sitting on my table untouched. "I'm not ready" i heard a sigh. "it has been two years" i shiffted on my sit uncomfortable...my fathers hand reached out to me grabbing the sides of my face, they were so warm. "take as much time u need...im here" nodding m head i smiled but i dont know why i felt so heavy in my heart...it was so heavy. "i think i have an idea for my new poetry" believe me or not but the only good thing after the accident happening to me was me becoming a writer, I didnt know what came in me one day i decided to write a poetry and publish it and it became a best seller.

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I should've slept last night i cant think straight, was this always the road i took, God i swear sleep-deprived driving is far worse then drunk driving, I feel my eyes closing...I try to keep them open I see a little girl crossing the road and........CRASH............

blood...everywhere whats going on?

HELP I CANT MOVE...SOMEONE HELP

i want to scream but nothing comes out is it the end

i hear footsteps with sirens...am i getting help?

please help me...I want to live

i feel someone pulling me out of the car, i feel his hand on my neck, he was slapping my cheeks....i wanted to open my eyes to make sure the girl was ok, was she ok? is she alive? what happened i dont remember....

beep......beeep...beep....

My eyelids feel so heavy, i wanna sleep if i open my eyes i have to face the consequences im not ready but i dont wanna die away...Looking arround i see my father on the right side of my bed, Why cant i open my left eye, i try to get up...im covered in bandages, funny i cant feel any pain, im glad im alive.

"Dad" whisperring i poke his hand, he jolts up. Did he not sleep for a week? "U look terrible" he looks like he'll cry any moment now. "You should look at yourself first" how bad can it be?

A week passed by there was no sign of my mother, I was told i hit a pole and the girl lived, i remember her face, she was preety cute. My father says my mother left, i didnt expect much from her but a visit wouldnt hurt right? I just hope my wounds heal faster its super itchy...

A month passed by, its just me and my father we are on our way to my physical therapist so that i can walk again and i dont have to use this stupid wheelchair

We were in the waiting room...whispers...they were whispering about me, poor girl she must be on so much pain. The left side looks so bad. Can't these people tell i can hear them, i opened my ponytail heaving a sigh. i feel heavy...

My therapist told me i should write down my feeling, so....

Whenever the clouds of pain and sadness loomed.

Whenever tears came till the eyelashes,

Whenever this lonely heart got scared,I told my heart, Oh Heart, why do you cry?This is what happens in this world

This deep silence the world has distributed it to everyone, Some sadness is a part of everyone's life, Some sunshine is a part of everyone's life, Your eyes are wet without any reason, Every second is a new season Why do you let go of such priceless moments? Oh Heart, why do you cry?

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"Anyways, we have a meeting with our illustrator this friday be ready" i hum while finishing my coffee. "we should head back" my father said grabbing his things. I hurriedly looked for the guy...just a last glance...he was gone.

Friday came, he is late I took his profile out, Park Jimin....it baffles me that my supposed illustrator gave no picture how will I even recognise him, good thing my father knows this guy, sighing I put my head down...i hate headaches so much...

"Sorry im late" I hear nervous chuckles "you know morning traffics" I look up ITS HIM...THE GUY...ITS HIM... I see the corner of his lips turn upwards, was it me or he was smirking...My father went straight into buisness, everything was so blur, i was just staring at his face, he is beautiful.

He says he has been an illustrator for five years straight, my father seems preety convinced by him, so am i.. If i were to compare the beauty of him and his work, his work wins scoring a homerun for sure. It speaks with such depth that you want to drown in it.

He shook hands with my father, coming right infront of me he offers me his hand...i take it, I feel his thumb brushing against the surface of my skin. Will it be weird to say that i felt excited? I didnt know i was hold my breath till I was inside the car. "I like him" my father utters "Same" I feel my cheeks flushing. I think i might have been single for a while now...

"Are you always like this, flirting with whoever u want?" Jimin snapped his head back to u "I saw u, winking at the waitress" He bit his lower lip...i want to bite it too..his eyes threw a mischivious smile at me, there is something about his eyes, I cant put a finger on it. " Why...you jealous?" i scoffed at that, yes..."why would i be jealous?" chuckling he put his hand on his chest " ouch...i wanted u to be" why would he? "Girls like you are not made for flirting ... they are made for love"

Days passed I was struggling to write, there was something bugging me and the fact that Im alone right now is more depressing, AAAAAA I want to scream, will i have my periods soon? maybe but why am I tearing up there is no reason, God i hate mood swings. 

Alchohol...this thing is a fools gold, you know its bad for u but u cant help but have it...and it also turns u into a fool. Why u ask? because only a fool will ask someone to drop by to their house in the middle of the night. With what reason? because they feel lonely. And here i was contemplating what i should say to the person infront of me. 

"Would u like a drink?" he narrows his eyes at me "you are lonely" fuck...i dont look a him in the eye. i clear my throat " I just wanted to discuss about..uhh" he puts his head on his hands which is supported by the table as he leans in " Wanna go out?" One look from me was enough for him to take a hold of my hand and drag me outside. Was he always taller then me?  I pulled  him back "Its late" i smiled at him. "Do u paint?" 

And here we are infront of his house, because he thought it'll be great to have a painting date in the middle of the night. Was it a date though? It felt like it. I was sitting infront of a canvas processing what was happening. His Art room reminds me a art museum, paintings everywhere, i dont know what an art museum looks like but i think i got a gist of it. "May i paint u?" Shock was written on my face, insecurities filling me in "I-" 

He puts one finger on my lips and he pushes the hair away from my forehead, running hisfingers through it until it's no longer hanging in my face. "Youwear your hair like you do because you don't want people tosee too much of you. You wear long sleeves and collared shirtsbecause you think it helps. But it doesn't." I feel like i might cry.  I feel his fingertips graze my jaw and I flinch. "You havethe most incredible bone structure, and I know that's a weirdcompliment, but it's true." His fingers leave my jaw and trailup my chin until he's touching my mouth. "And your lips.Men stare at them because they want to know what they tastelike, and women stare at them out of jealousy because if theyhad lips the color of yours, they'd never have to buy lipstickagain."

His forehead is resting against mine, and I can feel hisbreath crashing against my lips. Jimin steps forward and wraps his arms around me.Everything about him is comforting and warm and I have noidea how to respond. One of his hands meets the back of myhead and he presses my face against his chest.

few days passed by since that day, I decided to put my hair up in a ponytail. My neck it looks nice, i like how it looks...i love it. I get down for breakfast, i smelled pancakes my father turns arround with a plate delight crosses his face when he saw me. "you look good" I didnt know what was this feeling but it surely feels very light, exciting and comforting . I think I know what to write...

The moment seems to flow like a molten sapphire and there's deep blue silence, Neither there is earth below, nor sky above, The rustling branches, leaves are saying that only you are here, Only me, my breath and my heartbeat,  Such deepness, such loneliness and me...only me, It all makes me believe in my existence.

There was a girl drowning, but she had a smile on her face, the illustration did match my writing. neighther there is earth below, nor the sky above. smart move Mr Park. My poem got selected for the top ten poems of the year. There were incoming calls of congratutions but I was waiting for a certain person. Without wasting another second i called him "Hello?" i sucked in a long breath "you can paint me" 

Fuck....fuck...FUCKKKKK, I am crazy very very very crazy WHO SAYS THAT, YOU CAN PAINT ME WTFFFFFFF. Standing infront of his building i was rethinking my decision, but it was too late UGHHHHHH i rang the door bell. 

His stares, i remember them, so intense I wonder why, is it because of his profession? his eye shape? or is it just him? "I like you" shit...he stands up which makes me stand up  he takestwo quick steps toward me until his hands are in my hair andhis mouth is on mine. He backs me against the wall and his hands and chest andlips are pressed hungrily against mine. He's gripping my facelike he's afraid to let go and I'm fighting for breath becauseit's been so long since I've kissed anyone, I think I may haveforgotten how to do it right. As soon as a whimper  leaves my mouth, he's pressing meharder against the wall. His left hand is caressing my cheekand his right hand is gripping me by the waist, pulling meagainst him.

I feel Jimin's arms wrap around me . He rests hischin on my shoulder. "You having second thoughts?"I shake my head. I'm nervous, but I'm definitely not havingsecond thoughts. Yet."Good " 

"Im leaving for the airport in two hours, i agreed for the fan meet" i pause to look at him, he is smiling, im happy that he is smiling, " do you want me to drive u?" oh no...my dad he is driving me ." Uhh my dad...he-''. Dissapointment runs across is face, and i needed to leave now, I DONT WANNA GOOOO. He looked so precious looking like a sad puppy, did i ever mention anything about his chubby cheeks THEY LOOK SO FLUFFY NOW THAT MAKE ME WANT TO BITE INTO IT. control..y/n...control.

 He stepsback, releasing me. "I should have taken you to the airport andthen as soon as you got to security, I could have dramaticallycalled out your name and run toward you in slow motion." Hemimics the scene in slow motion, moving in place as hereaches an arm out toward me. "Y/NNNNNNNNNNNN," he says in along, drawn-out voice. "Dooon't Leeeave Meeeee!"I'mlaughing hard when he stops acting out the scene and wrapshis arms around my waist again. "I need to go now"

My father grabs our  suitcases and head inside withnot much time to spare before our flight. The airport is stillbuzzing despite it being so late at night. we print my boarding pass,check our luggage, and make our way to security.I try not to think about what I'm doing. How am I going to talk to people I dont know with my amazing social skills. The thought of it makes me want tocall a cab and go straight back to my apartment, but I can't.I have to do this.

"Y/NNNNNNNNNN"

 My eyes flick open.I turn around and Jimin is standing at the revolving door. Hebegins running toward me.In slow motion.I cover my mouth with my hand and try not to laugh as heslowly stretches out an arm like he's reaching out for me. He'syelling, "Doooon't goooo yeeeet!" as he moves slowlythrough the crowd of people.People from all directions stop to see what the commotion isall about. I want to dig myself a hole and hide but I'mlaughing too hard to care about how embarrassing this is.What in the world is he doing?When he finally reaches me after what seems like forever, ahuge grin spreads across his face soon he presses his lips with mine. 

I looked at my father, he's too surprised to even react. The room feels like it's spinning, so I suck in a huge rush ofair and try not to sway. "I forgot to say I like u too" with that he begins to walk backward and I'm aware of everyone in ourvicinity staring at us, but I can't help but not give a shit. Rightbefore he reaches the revolving door, he cups his hands aroundhis mouth and yells "YOU BETTER NOT GHOST ME AFTER U COME BACK" 

I don't think I've ever smiled so big. I lift a hand and wavegoodbye as he disappears. "I like him" I look towards my father. "So do I". Going back to the question that i asked myself Would my present be different if i lisened to my mother? Do i want things to be different? I think i like it this way, Everything happens for a reason, you just need to give it a little time for it to fall on the right track anyways I am loving it for now and im living it aswell...

If you have eagerness in your heart, it means you are alive, If your eyes are filled with dreams, it means you are alive Learn to be free like the wind,  Learn to flow freely like the river, Embrace every moment with open arms, See a new horizon every time with your eyes, If you carry surprise in your eyes, it means you are alive, If you have eagerness in your heart, it means you are alive.

And the story continies....

Heyyy I hope you liked the story, feel free to give your opinion on it, this story was inspired by a novel I read on my early teen days, kinda didnt like the way it ended so I made up my own version of it,

Happy reading.

ps: its kinda my first time [HELP (T_T) ]

[luvly-bunny]

A very short story

Jimin:Y/N..

Y/N:yes,jimin🤨

Jimin:I have feelings for you.🤭🙂(shy)

Y/N:oh! I have feelings for you too.

Jimin:So,what are we?

Y/N:Feelers😏

Jimin:(shocked)😐

[rkkj]

it wasn't untill you saw him you started believing in soulmates. Indeed that force , pulling you to that sole , unique existence.

"Hello; what would you like to have sir?"u somehow managed to ask the elegant graceful creature standing before you."Ice tea for one plz."He stared at you for some time , his brown eyes locked with your's , but u were quick to tear ur gaze."Sure sir; will be there in minutes." passing him a smile which he gracefully returned , you worked on his order.You went to his table and placed his order asking"Would you like to have anything else sir ?"."No miss , this is all sufficient". he passed you a warm enchanting smile.flabergasting enough!.Familiarity , the something you felt at the moment , did u know him ?. no ofcourse but still he felt warm. too known to be a stranger?

[sae3pdnim]

NO MORE DRAMA {JJK} - AWAITED PART💟 (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1387756230-no-more-drama-jjk-awaited-part%F0%9F%92%9F?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=sa3pdnim&wp_originator=ktEpPv1EpUm%2Fof8MyJZqmH9vhvCtmnJVLcFsyqlNhXdtSlwWl2yNVLiOa0IJKygu6ow55q4me4zcdKwEe5BnZPp2aT%2BKt2NAmGtyku%2Fri11va9hI1cu0BhWTBbqx5XEG Not so simple love story between two couple. 😍 One is Jungkook And Other is yn, Two polar opposites or can say crackhead, how will they melt each other. Let's find out in the drama free story(maybe), but let's be clear...nothing ever goes as planned in this cursed world. 🎭Drama upcoming. (EDITING) #peace out

[anotherbtsffwriter]

fake | jimin x reader

Summary: From strangers to friends to fake dating to ...

Lots of fluff, angst, and some smut. Enjoy!!

In the bustling hallways of BigHit University, where the air had the scent of ambition and freshly-brewed coffee, a young woman named Y/N Gupta was lost in thought. Her dark hair was tied back in a messy bun, and her round, wire-rimmed glasses sat precariously on the bridge of her nose as she studied the campus map with furrowed brows. The clack of her sneakers echoed against the polished floors as she rushed to her next class, her backpack slung over one shoulder, threatening to topple her with every step.

Y/N was an Indian-American student, known for her sharp intellect and her penchant for avoiding the spotlight. Her days were a blur of textbooks and computer screens, a stark contrast to the glamorous lives of the rich kids who frequented the university's upper echelons. One such student was Jimin, a Korean-American heartthrob who was the envy of every female on campus. With his chiseled jaw, piercing eyes, and a wardrobe that seemed to have been plucked straight from the pages of a high-fashion magazine, it was easy to see why he was the object of many a college crush. But beneath the veneer of his charmed existence, Jimin felt trapped by his family's expectations and the string of picture-perfect relationships that his parents arranged for him.

One fateful afternoon, as Y/N hurried to her elective class on East Asian Business Strategies, she collided with someone, sending her books flying in every direction. She looked up, her heart racing, only to find herself staring into the face of the most popular boy on campus. "Sorry!" she gasped, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. He bent down to help her collect her scattered books, his eyes meeting hers with an unexpected kindness that sent her stomach into a flurry. "You okay?" he asked, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

It was Jimin, the son of BigHit's most successful alumni. His family name was synonymous with wealth and prestige, and he was expected to follow in his father's footsteps as CEO of their global company. Y/N had heard whispers about his strict parents and their penchant for setting him up with model-esque dates, but she had never imagined she'd cross paths with him in such an undignified manner. "Yeah, I'm fine," she mumbled, her voice barely audible. She couldn't believe this was happening. "Thanks for your help," she added, her cheeks still aflame.

Jimin chuckled gently, his eyes never leaving hers. "Don't worry, I'm the one who wasn't looking where I was going," he said, placing the last of her books back into her backpack. His touch was surprisingly gentle, and she felt a jolt of electricity run through her. Y/N had always considered herself invisible to the likes of him, but here he was, noticing her. "I'm Jimin, by the way," he said, extending a hand. She took it, her own hand feeling small and cold in his warm grip. "Y/N," she replied, her voice shaking slightly.

Their eyes met again, and for a moment, it seemed like the rest of the world had faded away. The sound of their classmates' footsteps and laughter was just a distant hum. "I've seen you around," Jimin said, his smile widening. "You're in the business program, right? You must be pretty smart." Y/N blushed harder, nodding. "Yeah, I am in that program. How about you?" She couldn't believe she was having a conversation with him, and she was acutely aware of how her heart was racing in her chest.

"Me? I'm just here to fill in the time before I take over the family business," he said with a shrug, his tone hinting at something more. Y/N sensed a weariness behind his words, a weight that didn't quite match the carefree image he projected. "But let's not talk about that. I noticed you don't have a partner for the upcoming group project. Would you, by any chance, need one?" He offered, his gaze holding hers with a mix of curiosity and something she couldn't quite place.

Y/N's mind raced. Group projects were notorious for the mismatched pairs and the inevitable drama, but working with Jimin? The idea was both thrilling and terrifying. "Well, actually, yes," she stuttered, trying to keep her cool. "But are you sure?"

Jimin nodded, his smile never wavering. "Yeah, I am. It'll be fun to work with someone who's actually passionate about this stuff." He handed her a card with his name and number neatly printed on it. "Here, text me and we can grab coffee to talk about the project." He winked before turning away, leaving Y/N to stand there, stunned, as the crowd swallowed him up.

The next few days were a whirlwind of excitement for Y/N. She found herself daydreaming in class, her thoughts drifting to Jimin's smile and the way his eyes had lingered on hers. She couldn't believe her luck, and yet, a niggling doubt remained. Was this just another one of his charitable acts, a way to boost his reputation as the 'nice guy' on campus, or could there be more to it?

When she finally gathered the courage to text him about the coffee, her thumb hovered over the send button for a solid five minutes. To her surprise, his response was almost immediate: "Sounds great! How about tomorrow at 3?" It was a simple message, but it filled her with a giddiness she hadn't felt in years.

They met at the university's favorite coffee shop, nestled in the corner of the library. The scent of freshly ground beans mingled with the faint scent of old books and the faint hum of students studying for exams. Jimin was already there, his posture relaxed in a chair by the window. He looked up as she approached, his eyes lighting up. "Y/N!" he called out, waving her over. She felt a flutter in her chest at the way he said her name, as if it was something special.

"Hey," she said, trying to sound casual as she slid into the chair opposite him. They placed their orders, and as they waited, they talked about the project. Jimin pulled out a sleek laptop and began to outline their strategy. Y/N listened intently, nodding along, scribbling notes into a worn-out notebook. His confidence was contagious, and she found herself relaxing around him.

"So, what do you think?" he asked, looking up from his screen.

"It's a solid plan," she replied, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "But we need to consider the cultural nuances of the market we're targeting."

Jimin leaned back in his chair, his eyes sparkling with interest. "Cultural nuances, huh?" he teased, a playful smirk playing on his lips. "You mean like how Americans love their coffee sweet, and Koreans prefer it strong?"

Y/N rolled her eyes, a grin spreading across her face. "Exactly," she quipped back. "But we're talking about the Japanese market, remember? They're more about precision and presentation."

Jimin chuckled. "Okay, Ms. Expert," he said, leaning forward. "Teach me about the art of Japanese coffee marketing."

Y/N felt her cheeks warm up. "Well, for starters, it's not just about the coffee," she began, her voice gaining confidence. "It's about the experience. They appreciate the ceremonial aspect of it."

"So, we're basically selling them an experience, not just a drink?" Jimin's tone was curious, his gaze focused solely on her.

Y/N nodded, her eyes lighting up. "Exactly. It's like going to a tea ceremony. It's not just about the tea, but the ritual and the atmosphere." She paused, realizing she was getting carried away. "But for coffee, of course."

Jimin leaned back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips. "So, we're opening a 'Coffee Tea House'?" His voice was teasing, but there was a spark of genuine curiosity in his eyes.

Y/N's cheeks grew even redder, but she held her ground. "Don't mock me," she said playfully. "It's a fusion of two very different cultures. It could work."

Jimin held up his hands in a gesture of surrender. "I'm not mocking," he assured her. "I actually think it's a brilliant idea. We could blend the best of both worlds—the coziness of a Korean café with the meticulousness of a Japanese tea ceremony. Make it an international sensation."

Y/N couldn't help but smile at his enthusiasm. "Okay, so maybe it's not a 'Coffee Tea House' per se," she conceded, "but we could definitely play up the cultural exchange angle."

"I like it," Jimin said, leaning in closer. "But we'll need a catchy name that doesn't sound like a confused tourist's attempt at ordering a drink."

Y/N laughed, her nerves slowly dissipating as they delved into brainstorming. "How about 'Café Harmony'?" she suggested, her voice bubbly.

"Too cliché," Jimin responded with a smirk. "What's something unique that represents both cultures?"

Y/N tapped her pen against her chin thoughtfully. "How about 'Ko-Ji Roasters'?" she proposed, combining the Korean word for 'together' with the Japanese word for 'tea' to represent their vision of unity in coffee.

Jimin's eyes lit up. "Now that has a nice ring to it," he said, nodding approvingly. "But we need something more… evocative."

"Evocative?" Y/N echoed, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah," Jimin said, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Something that makes people want to come in and experience it for themselves."

Y/N nodded thoughtfully. "Okay, how about 'Café Synergy'?"

"Now that's more like it," Jimin said, a hint of admiration in his tone. "It implies that the sum is greater than its parts—like our cultures coming together."

"Exactly," Y/N said with a grin. "And it sounds cool too."

Jimin nodded, a smirk playing on his lips. "Very corporate of you, Y/N."

"Well, we are talking about a business project," she quipped, her eyes sparkling with humor.

"True, but I don't see why we can't make it interesting," he retorted, his smile growing wider. "Now, tell me, what's your favorite coffee blend?"

"I'm more of a chai person," Y/N admitted, feeling a bit self-conscious about her less-than-fancy preference.

"Chai?" Jimin's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "But you're in the business of coffee, and you're not even a coffee person?"

Y/N rolled her eyes. "I know, it's blasphemous," she said with a chuckle. "But I like the spices. It's comforting, you know?"

Jimin leaned back in his chair, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. "Hmm," he mused. "Maybe we could incorporate that into our menu. A chai-coffee blend."

Y/N's eyes widened. "That's genius!" she exclaimed. "It could be our signature drink."

Jimin leaned in, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "We'll call it 'Chai-mel'—a blend of chai and caramel. It'll be the perfect harmony of East meets West."

Y/N couldn't help but laugh at his pun. "That's terrible," she said, shaking her head, but her smile gave her away. "But it might just work."

Jimin's grin grew wider. "Oh, it'll be a hit," he said with mock confidence. "But only if it tastes as good as it sounds."

"So, you're saying we should taste-test it?" Y/N asked, her voice hopeful.

"It's for research," Jimin said with a wink. "We've got to make sure our signature drink lives up to the hype."

Y/N couldn't help but laugh. "Fine, we'll taste-test it," she said, scribbling down the idea in her notebook. "But only after we've nailed down the rest of the business plan."

Jimin nodded, his eyes still playfully challenging. "Deal," he said, leaning in to high-five her. "But you're buying the first round."

Y/N couldn't help but laugh, the sound echoing through the otherwise quiet coffee shop. "You drive a hard bargain," she said, slapping his hand lightly. "But fine, you're on."

The next few hours flew by as they dived into the nitty-gritty of their project, their professional dialogue gradually morphing into a playful banter that filled the space between them with an undeniable chemistry. They debated the intricacies of supply chains and the importance of social media marketing, Jimin's charm never failing to make her giggle even when she was explaining the most mundane of details.

"So, how's it having your future all planned out for you?" Y/N asked.

"It's…complicated," Jimin replied, his eyes briefly clouding over. "But let's not talk about that." He quickly changed the subject back to their project. "We need to decide on the menu, the layout of the café, the branding. What do you think about using traditional Korean ceramics for our cups?"

Y/N nodded thoughtfully. "That's a great idea," she said. "But we should also consider having some Japanese-style cups for the more… Zen customers."

"Zen customers?" Jimin repeated with a laugh. "You're really selling me on this cultural fusion concept."

"It's all about catering to the market," Y/N said with a smirk, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "And trust me, there's a whole demographic that would love sipping their coffee out of something that screams 'serenity now'."

"You're a clever one, aren't you?" Jimin said, his eyes twinkling. "Alright, 'Zen Cups' it is. But only if we can also have some funky, colorful ones for the rest of us who need a bit more pep in our lives."

"Funky, huh?" Y/N teased. "I can see you're not exactly a minimalist."

"Hey, I like to keep things interesting," Jimin said with a shrug, his smile never leaving his face. "But speaking of interesting, have you ever tried any of those fancy latte art designs?"

Y/N laughed. "No, I've always just liked my chai simple and sweet."

"Well, you're in luck," Jimin said, his eyes gleaming. "Because I know the best place on campus for latte art. They're like Picassos with milk foam."

Y/N couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement at his enthusiasm. "But I have to go to work," she said, glancing at the time. "I'm supposed to be there in 15 minutes."

Jimin looked surprised. "Work?" he repeated. "You work?"

"Yeah, I have to," Y/N said with a shrug. "My parents aren't exactly thrilled with the idea of me living off of loans."

"Where?" he asked.

Y/N felt a mix of pride and trepidation. "I work at 'Curry in a Hurry', an Indian restaurant downtown."

Jimin's eyes lit up. "Indian food? I love it," he said without a hint of hesitation. "I'm actually pretty hungry, so I'll come with you."

Y/N felt a mix of surprise and pleasure. She had never brought anyone to work with her, let alone someone like Jimin. "Really?" she asked, trying to hide her excitement.

"Yeah," Jimin said, his eyes lighting up at the prospect of trying something new. "Why not? I've got to eat anyway."

Y/N couldn't believe her ears. "Ok then!" she said, her voice a mix of shock and excitement.

They gathered their things and stepped out into the crisp autumn air, their breath misting in the chilly breeze. Jimin noticed Y/N walking towards the bus stop and offered to drive her to work instead. "It's not a big deal, really," he said with a casual shrug. "I'm heading there too, after all."

Y/N hesitated, feeling a strange thrill at the prospect of being in such close quarters with him. But she also knew the distance between them was a necessary barrier. "It's okay," she said, her voice a little too bright. "The bus isn't so bad."

Jimin studied her for a moment, his expression unreadable. "Nonsense," he said firmly. "I'll drive you." He gestured to the sleek, black sports car parked nearby. "I'm literally going to the same place."

Y/N's eyes widened at the sight of the car. It was the kind of vehicle that she had only ever seen in magazines or driven by the most popular kids on campus—those born with silver spoons in their mouths. "Okay," she said, trying to play it cool despite the butterflies in her stomach. She slid into the passenger seat, her eyes taking in the pristine leather interior and the faint smell of Jimin's cologne.

As they drove, Y/N felt a strange mix of excitement and vulnerability. Jimin's casual confidence was intoxicating, yet she couldn't help but feel like she didn't quite belong in his world. She had always been the studious type, content with her small circle of friends and her part-time job at the restaurant. The idea of being seen with someone so popular was both thrilling and slightly terrifying.

But Jimin seemed unfazed by the differences between them, chatting away about his favorite Indian dishes and asking her questions about her job. His interest was genuine, and she found herself relaxing into the conversation, sharing stories about her family's recipes and the quirky regulars at 'Curry in a Hurry'.

"So, what's the secret to working and going to college at the same time?" he asked, his eyes on the road as they navigated through the bustling streets.

Y/N leaned back in her seat, a wry smile playing on her lips. "Lots of chai," she admitted. "And a very understanding boss."

Jimin laughed, his eyes flicking to her briefly before returning to the road. "Seriously, though," he said. "How do you manage it?"

"It's just what I've always done," Y/N replied, her voice a little softer than she had intended. "I don't know any other way, really."

"You're pretty amazing for juggling so much."

Y/N glanced at Jimin, surprised by his compliment. "Thanks, but it's just what I have to do," she replied, feeling a blush creep up her neck. "It must not be easy for you, either."

"What do you mean?" Jimin asked, his eyes still on the road.

"Well, you know," Y/N began, fidgeting with the hem of her shirt. "Having all this… pressure from your family. It can't be easy."

Jimin's grip on the steering wheel tightened for a brief second before relaxing. "It's not all bad," he said, his voice carefully measured. "But sometimes it feels like I'm just going through the motions."

Y/N studied his profile, the strong lines of his jaw and the furrow in his brow. She could see the weight of his family's expectations etched into his very being. "What would you do if you weren't taking over the company?" she asked, her curiosity genuine.

Jimin said, "I've always loved the company. It's the dating part that's frustrating."

Y/N turned to him, "What do they make you do?"

Jimin's smile was sad. "They set me up with these… girls," he said, his voice trailing off. "They're all beautiful, successful, but it feels so forced. Like I'm just checking off a list of criteria rather than finding someone I actually click with."

Y/N felt a pang of sympathy. "That sounds terrible," she said gently.

Jimin continued, "And the girls are super touchy-feely in public, like it's all for show," he said with a sigh. "They know nothing about me, and I know nothing about them. They always force themselves on me and I feel so uncomfortable. I hate touching people I don't know well and like."

Y/N nodded in understanding, remembering that Jimin didn't like physical contact. She wouldn't touch him without his permission. "Jimin, I'm so sorry. That's awful."

He gave a nonchalant shrug. "It's just part of my life," Jimin said, his eyes never leaving the road.

Y/N felt the urge to reach out and comfort him but refrained, remembering his discomfort with unsolicited touch. "It doesn't have to be," she said softly. "You can still make your own choices."

Jimin glanced at her, his eyes searching hers for a brief moment. "It's not that simple," he said, his voice tinged with a hint of sadness. "But thanks for saying that."

They arrived at 'Curry in a Hurry' in no time, the bright neon sign flickering in the early evening gloom. The restaurant was a small, cozy place, nestled between a thrift store and a laundromat. The smells of spices and sizzling onions wafted through the air, and the sound of Bollywood music floated out of the open door.

Y/N felt a swell of pride as Jimin stepped out of the car. "This is it," she said, gesturing towards the restaurant.

Jimin took in the colorful exterior, the vibrant decorations, and the mouthwatering aromas that danced in the air. "It looks comfy," he said, his eyes lighting up.

Y/N felt a strange mix of pride and embarrassment. "Yeah, it's homey," she said, leading the way to the back entrance. "Let me grab an apron and I'll show you around."

The kitchen was a flurry of activity, with pots bubbling and spatulas sizzling. The air was thick with the smell of garlic and cumin, making Jimin's stomach rumble. He watched as Y/N slipped into her apron with an ease that spoke of hours of practice. She moved around the kitchen with grace, her hands a blur of motion as she chopped vegetables and stirred sauces.

"So, make me something." he said, "I'm still here to eat, after all."

Y/N's eyes widened in surprise. "You want me to cook for you? Why not ask the experienced chefs? I usually just take orders and help out whenever they need me."

"Because," Jimin said with a playful smirk, "I want you to."

Y/N felt a blush creeping up her neck. She had never cooked for anyone outside of her family before. But the way he looked at her, with those warm, encouraging eyes, made her want to try. "Okay, then," she said, her voice a bit shaky. "But don't say I didn't warn you."

Jimin took a seat at the counter, watching as Y/N moved around the kitchen with surprising grace. She was like a dancer, weaving between the pots and pans, her hands deftly chopping and stirring. He felt a strange sense of comfort just being there, a stark contrast to the chaotic life he led outside of these four walls.

"How about some butter chicken?" Y/N called over the noise of the kitchen. "It's one of the most popular dishes."

Jimin nodded eagerly. "Sounds perfect."

Y/N's hands worked quickly, mixing spices and simmering the sauce. She could feel Jimin's eyes on her, and she hoped she wasn't making a fool of herself. The kitchen was hot and hectic, but she had always found comfort in the familiar routine of cooking. As she plated the food, she couldn't help but add a little extra love to his portion.

When she placed the steaming plate in front of him, his eyes widened in delight. "This smells amazing," he said, leaning in to take a bite. Y/N held her breath, waiting for his verdict.

Jimin's eyes closed as he savored the flavors, a small moan escaping his lips. "This is… incredible," he murmured. "How do you do this?"

Y/N couldn't help but beam at the praise. "It's something I picked up from my mom," she said, feeling a warmth spread through her chest.

"Your mom must be an amazing cook," Jimin said, taking another bite.

Y/N's smile grew wider as she watched him enjoy the food she had made with her own hands. "She's the best," she said with a fond look in her eyes. "But I think I've got a knack for it too."

"You're not kidding," Jimin said, his eyes lighting up with every bite. "This is seriously the best thing I've ever had."

Y/N felt a swell of pride in her chest. "Thank you," she said, her cheeks reddening. "Can I try some?"

Jimin slid the plate closer to her with a smirk. "Only if you promise to make it for me again," he said, his eyes twinkling.

Y/N rolled her eyes, but she couldn't resist taking a bite. The butter chicken was indeed delicious—rich, creamy, and just the right amount of spicy. She felt a strange sense of satisfaction seeing Jimin's enjoyment. It was like she had shared a piece of herself with him, and he had accepted it with open arms.

But as she took a second bite, a dribble of gravy escaped her mouth and landed on her bottom lip. She wiped at it quickly with the napkin, hoping he hadn't noticed. But Jimin's gaze was on her, his eyes locked on the spot of gravy. Without a word, he reached over and gently rubbed his thumb against her lip, wiping it away.

Y/N froze, the warmth of his touch sending a jolt through her. She hadn't expected such an intimate gesture, especially from someone who had just admitted his aversion to physical contact. But instead of pulling away, she found herself leaning into it, her eyes meeting his.

"Th-thank you," she stuttered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Jimin's thumb hovered for a moment before retreating, his eyes never leaving hers. "It's nothing," he said, his voice low and gentle. The kitchen's noise seemed to fade away, and the only sound Y/N could hear was the rapid thumping of her heart.

They sat in silence for a while, the air thick with unspoken words. Y/N took a deep breath, her eyes flickering to the clock on the wall. "Jimin," she began, her voice barely above a whisper. "There's something I wanted to tell you in the car."

Jimin looked up from his plate, his expression curious. "What's that?"

Y/N took a deep breath, her heart racing. "You were talking about how your parents control your dating life, so I thought you might understand my situation," she began, her eyes darting to the floor. "My parents are…arranging my marriage."

Jimin's spoon clattered against his plate, his eyes wide with shock. "What?"

Y/N nodded, her eyes downcast. "They think it's for the best," she murmured. "He's rich, from a good family, all that stuff."

Jimin's eyes searched hers, understanding dawning in his gaze. "You don't want to marry him?" he asked gently.

Y/N took a deep breath, feeling the weight of her confession. "I don't even know him," she whispered. "He's a stranger."

Jimin's eyes searched hers, his expression a mix of shock and empathy. "You're so young. You should be dating and searching for someone you like, not marriage."

Y/N nodded, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I know," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "But it's just how things are. I've never dated."

Jimin said, "If you think about it, we're both kinda in the same boat." Y/N looked up, surprised. "What do you mean?" He took a deep breath. "My parents are always setting me up with these perfect, model-type girls, but I can't stand them. They're just…not real." Y/N felt a spark of understanding. "And I'm being forced to marry someone I''ve never even met," she finished for him. "Exactly," Jimin said with a sigh. "It's like we're both just…going through the motions."

For a moment, the kitchen's noise faded away, and all Y/N could hear was the sound of her heart pounding in her chest. "But what can we do?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

Jimin took a sip of his chai, his eyes never leaving hers. "Well," he began, his tone contemplative, "we could pretend to date. Just until we figure things out."

Y/N blinked, the words taking a moment to register. "WHAT?! Pretend to date?" she echoed. "What would that solve?"

"Think about it," Jimin said, leaning in closer. "My parents would get off my back about finding the 'right' girl, and your parents would be forced to cancel your marriage after your fiance finds out you like someone else."

Y/N stared at him, her eyes wide. "But how could we pull that off?" she asked, the wheels in her mind already turning. "Your parents would never approve of me since I'm not rich and model-like."

Jimin leaned back in his chair, a thoughtful expression on his face. "We'd have to really prove to them that we love each other and that I would not find another girl for me," he said, tapping his chin. "They need to believe it's real."

Y/N's eyes widened. "But how do we do that?" she asked, her voice shaking with excitement and nerves. "I don't know how to be in a real relationship, let alone a fake one."

Jimin leaned closer, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "We'll just have to convince everyone we're perfect for each other," he said, his voice a low murmur. "We're both smart, we get along well, and we have this amazing business project together."

Y/N felt her heart race at the idea. "But what if they find out?" she whispered. "My parents would be so disappointed. My arranged marriage would be back on right away."

"They won't," Jimin assured her. "We're both good at keeping secrets. And who knows? Maybe by the time we need to come clean, we'll have found a way out of our predicaments for real."

Y/N took a deep breath, considering the absurdity of the situation. "Okay," she said finally, her voice steady. "Let's do it."

Jimin's face broke into a grin. "It'll be perfect," he said, his eyes alight with excitement. "We'll show our parents that we can make our own choices and still make them proud."

Y/N bit her lip, contemplating the gravity of what they were about to embark on. "But how do we even start?" she asked, her voice shaky.

"Easy," Jimin said with a wink. "We'll start posting pictures on social media, showing off our 'perfect' relationship. We'll go on dates, hold hands in public, maybe even share a kiss or two."

Y/N panicked, "But I don't know how to kiss. Plus you feel uncomfortable touching people, like you said in the car. We can fake date without touching, too?"

Jimin's grin softened. "I…I'll try for you," he said, his voice earnest. "We can start slow."

"Okay," Y/N nodded, feeling a little better. "We can take it step by step."

"Exactly," Jimin said, leaning back in his chair, a plan forming in his mind. "First things first, we need to make this look convincing."

Y/N nodded, her palms slightly damp. "So, where do we start?"

"First, we need to be seen together. Posting on social media will happen after that." Jimin said, his eyes scanning the room. "Let's start with a simple coffee date tomorrow, somewhere public but not too crowded."

Y/N nodded, her mind racing with the details. "But what if someone sees us and tells my parents?" she worried, her hands clutching the edge of the counter.

Jimin's smile was reassuring. "Don't worry, no one will tell. We'll introduce our relationship to your parents only if your marriage gets really close."

Y/N felt a jolt of nerves at the thought of deceiving her parents. "But what if they don't like you?"

Jimin chuckled. "Everyone likes me. Plus, I'm rich."

Y/N couldn't argue with that logic. "True. Ok, deal."

The next day, they met up after their classes at 'The Bean Counter', a trendy coffee shop that was a popular spot among college students. The walls were lined with chalkboard menus, and the faint scent of freshly ground beans mingled with the aroma of baked goods. Jimin's sports car pulled up outside, and Y/N couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement as she climbed in.

They ordered their drinks—a chai latte for her and a caramel macchiato for him—and found a table by the window. As they sat down, Y/N couldn't help but feel a little self-conscious, acutely aware of the glances they were drawing from the other patrons. She smoothed down her baggy sweater, a nervous habit she hadn't realized she had.

Jimin noticed her discomfort. "Relax," he murmured, his voice low and soothing. "We're just two people having coffee."

Y/N took a deep breath and nodded, trying to ignore the stares.

They sat in silence, sipping their drinks.

Y/N's heart hammered in her chest, the warmth of the chai doing little to dispel the nerves that had taken up residence. She glanced around the bustling coffee shop, feeling the weight of the eyes on them. It was clear they were the topic of whispers and speculation. Jimin seemed unfazed, his eyes on the steaming cup in front of him, a slight smile playing on his lips as he took a sip of his macchiato.

Y/N took a deep breath and placed her hand on the cold tabletop. "Jimin, we're going to have to be more convincing," she whispered. "People are watching."

Jimin followed her gaze, noticing the curious stares. He set down his cup and reached for her hand, his touch light and tentative. The moment their skin met, Y/N's breath hitched. The simple gesture felt like a jolt of electricity, and she realized how much she had been craving this small sign of affection.

They held hands on the table, their eyes locking for a brief second before they both turned away, pretending to be lost in their drinks. Y/N felt the heat from his hand seep into her skin, warming her from the inside out. It was strange, but she liked it.

"You okay?" she asked, her voice quivering slightly.

Jimin looked up from his drink, his expression unreadable. "Yeah," he said, his thumb brushing the back of her hand in a gentle caress. "It actually feels good."

Y/N's eyes searched his, looking for any sign of discomfort. "Really?"

Jimin nodded, his grip tightening slightly. "Yeah," he said, his voice a little rougher than before. "Your hands are nice. Maybe this fake dating thing won't be so hard."

Y/N couldn't help but smile at his attempt to lighten the mood. "Okay," she said, her voice a little shakier than she had intended. "But if you ever feel uncomfortable, just tell me, and I'll let go."

Jimin's thumb stilled for a moment before he nodded. "I'll keep that in mind," he said, his eyes holding hers. "We look really convincing. Some people are taking pictures."

Y/N glanced around nervously, spotting a few phones being held up by eager onlookers. "That's good," she murmured, her heart racing.

"Let's get going," Jimin said with a smirk, standing up. "We've made our point."

Y/N nodded, her cheeks flushed. She slid her hand out of his, feeling the sudden coldness in its absence. "Yeah, I guess we have."

Jimin chuckled and stood up, dropping a few bills on the table. "You can keep holding my hand," he said, holding out his hand to help her up. "I'll drive you home."

Y/N took his hand, her heart racing. "Ok," she said.

They walked out of the coffee shop, their hands intertwined. Jimin opened the door of his sports car for her, the engine purring softly. As they drove through the city, the setting sun painted the sky a fiery orange, casting long shadows across the road. The radio played a soft, melodic K-pop song that Y/N recognized from one of her favorite playlists.

"So," Jimin said, breaking the comfortable silence, "What do you think about our first date?"

"It was so awkward," she said, "I like just hanging out with you better."

Jimin chuckled. "Same," he admitted. "But we have to keep up appearances." Y/N nodded as the reality of their situation sank in. "I know," she said, her voice barely audible over the music. "What social media posts were you saying we'd do after the date?"

"We'll start with a simple photo," Jimin said, his eyes on the road. "Something casual, but with enough contact to get the message across."

Y/N's heart skipped a beat. "Like a hand-holding selfie?"

"Exactly," Jimin said, glancing at her.

Y/N felt a mix of excitement and dread. She had never taken a selfie with a boy before, let alone one that was supposed to be for the whole world to see. "Okay," she agreed, trying to sound more confident than she felt.

They pulled up to her house, the quaint, two-story building looking even smaller in comparison to Jimin's sleek sports car. He turned off the engine, and they sat in the quiet of the evening, the only sound the ticking of the cooling engine.

"So, what's the plan?" Y/N asked, breaking the silence. "For the photos?"

Jimin said, "I'll take it right now."

Y/N nodded, taking a deep breath as Jimin took out his phone. She placed her hand in his, the warmth of his skin sending a comforting warmth through her. He angled the phone between them, his thumb hovering over the camera button.

"Ready?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Y/N nodded, her heart racing as she took a deep breath. Jimin leaned closer, his hand wrapping around hers tighter. For a moment, she forgot about the camera, about the plan, about everything except for the way he was looking at her. His gaze was so intense, so focused on her, that she felt like she was the only person in the world.

He snapped the photo, and she blinked, the moment breaking. She pulled her hand away, feeling the coldness seep back in. Jimin studied the image on his phone, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.

"Perfect," he said, his eyes meeting hers. "This will definitely throw them off."

Y/N steps out of the car, clutching her bag tightly to her chest. She glances back at Jimin, his handsome profile outlined by the soft glow of the car's interior lights. He gives her a nod before driving off, leaving her standing in the driveway with the echoes of the engine fading into the night.

In her room, Y/N can't shake the feeling of Jimin's hand in hers. She lies in bed, the photo they took on repeat in her mind—his strong hand holding hers, their eyes locked. It seemed so real, yet was so fake. They were friends.

The next morning, Y/N wakes up to the persistent buzzing of her phone. She reaches over, squinting at the screen, and sees a barrage of notifications. She opens Instagram to find the photo Jimin had posted—them holding hands with a heartfelt caption. To her shock, it's already garnered thousands of likes and comments, and it's been reposted by various fan accounts. Her heart races as she reads through the comments, a mix of excitement and doubt swirling in her stomach.

But as she scrolls down, she notices the hate. People criticizing her for being with him, calling her a gold-digger, a charity case. Her heart sinks with each cruel word, the weight of their judgement heavy on her chest. She had never experienced this kind of attention before, and it's not the kind she had ever wanted. But she reminds herself that it's all for the sake of their ruse.

Y/N takes a deep breath, willing herself not to cry. She had agreed to this. It wasn't real, just a ploy to keep their families at bay. But the sting of the words still cuts deep, especially since she had always been so self-conscious about her appearance and social status. She knew she didn't fit into Jimin's glamorous world, but she had hoped that maybe, just maybe, their friendship could be the exception.

With a heavy heart, she gets ready for school, pulling on her favorite baggy sweater and a pair of worn-out jeans. She doesn't bother with makeup, letting her dark circles and nerdy glasses be the main focus of her look. She tells herself that it's all for the best, that the less attention they draw, the better.

Y/N walks into the bustling school hallway, her head up, trying to avoid the whispers and glances that follow her. She can feel the shift in the atmosphere around her, the subtle ways people treat her differently now that she's "dating" the school's most eligible bachelor. It's a strange mix of envy and pity, and she's not sure which one she hates more.

Her eyes scan the crowd, searching for the familiar face she's been dreading and craving all at once. And then she hears it—her name, shouted over the din. She turns around, and there he is, Jimin, striding towards her with a smile that reaches his eyes.

"Y/N!" he calls out, his voice cutting through the chatter.

Her heart skips a beat as she turns around to face him. He's wearing a simple black t-shirt and jeans, looking as gorgeous as ever, his dark hair styled to perfection. He's holding a bouquet of roses, which he presents to her with a flourish.

"Good morning," he says, his smile bright.

"Morning," Y/N responds, trying to keep her voice steady. She takes the roses, feeling the velvety petals against her skin. "Thank you."

Jimin's smile widens as he takes her hand in his, his grip firm yet gentle. "Let's go," he says, leading her through the throng of students.

Y/N's heart races as they walk side by side, his hand in hers, feeling the warmth and strength that she didn't know she craved. It feels surprisingly natural, as if they've been doing it for years. "You're good at this. Everyone thinks its real," she murmurs, trying to keep the nerves out of her voice.

Jimin shrugs, his eyes flicking to their intertwined fingers. "It's easy when you're with someone like you," he says, his voice low enough that only she can hear.

Y/N feels a blush creep up her cheeks. "Did you see the comments on your post?" she asks, trying to keep her voice even.

Jimin nods, his grip on her hand tightening briefly. "Some of them," he admits. "But it's all shit."

Y/N can't help but laugh, the tension in her shoulders easing a bit. "Thanks," she says, her voice filled with genuine warmth.

As they settle into their seats in the business class, she glances over at Jimin, who's already engrossed in their project notes. She tries to focus on her notes, but her gaze keeps drifting back to him. The way he taps his pen against his bottom lip when he's thinking, the furrow in his brow when he's concentrating—it's all so…distracting.

"Hey, Jimin," Y/N says, her voice low enough to not draw attention. "Could I…uh, take a picture of you for my wallpaper? You know, for the fake dating."

Jimin looks up, his brows furrowed. "Wallpaper?"

Y/N nods, trying to hide her embarrassment. "Yeah, for my phone," she clarifies. "You know, to make it look like we're actually into each other."

Jimin pauses, his eyes searching hers for a moment before he smirks. "Alright," he says, leaning back in his chair. "But only if you promise to use the best one."

Y/N nods, eagerly pulling out her phone. She snaps a few photos of him, Jimin's smile growing more relaxed with each click. His eyes never leave hers, the intensity of his gaze making her stomach flutter. She chooses one where the light hits his face just right, highlighting the sharp angles of his jawline and the crinkles around his eyes. She sets it as her lock screen and shows it to him.

"Perfect," he murmurs, his eyes lingering on the image before looking back up at her. "Now everyone will know how much you love looking at my face."

Y/N rolls her eyes playfully, a blush spreading across her cheeks. "It's for the ruse, remember?" she says, tucking her phone away.

"Yeah, I know," Jimin says with a sigh, turning his focus to the project notes. "Let me take one of you. For my phone."

Y/N's cheeks warm at the suggestion. "Okay," she murmurs. She watches as Jimin fiddles with the camera settings, his thumb brushing against her knuckles as he takes a few shots. She tries to keep her face neutral, not wanting to give anything away. But inside, her heart is racing like a wildfire.

"Smile," Jimin whispers, his eyes never leaving the screen.

Y/N's eyes dart around the classroom, making sure no one is looking. She forces a smile, feeling ridiculous. "Like this?"

Jimin nods, his gaze intent on the camera. "You're so cute," he whispers. "Now, hold still."

Y/N's cheeks burn as she stares at the screen, watching the image of herself blur as she fidgets. "Jimin, seriously, I can't," she protests, her voice barely above a whisper.

Jimin snaps a picture. Y/N looks completely shy and red, her smile forced and eyes wide, but somehow it's adorable. He saves the image as his wallpaper, whispering, "Now I have something to remember you by."

The next week, the whispers grew louder, the glances more pointed. The rumor mill churned out the latest gossip: Jimin and Y/N's relationship was on the rocks. All they ever did was hold hands. No hugs, no kisses, no real affection. It was all for show, everyone said.

Jimin and Y/N sat in the backseat of his car after school in the parking lot. Y/N sat beside him, feeling the weight of the rumors crushing her. She knew it wasn't real, but it stung. "They're saying we're going to break up," she murmured, staring at the floor.

Jimin said, "I know," he said, his jaw tightening. "I think its time we step it up. We will have to eventually for my parents."

Y/N nodded, her heart racing. "But what about your touch aversion?"

Jimin took a deep breath, holding her hand, "We'll take it slow," he said, his voice firm. "We'll figure out what I'm comfortable with."

Y/N nodded, looking into his eyes. "Okay," she whispered, feeling a knot in her stomach. She didn't want to push him, but she also didn't want people to think their relationship was a sham.

Jimin leaned in closer, his hand hovering over her waist. "Ready?" he asked, his voice low and steady.

Y/N took a deep breath, her heart racing. "Yes," she responded.

Jimin leaned in, his hand landing gently on her waist. The touch was feather-light, and she felt the warmth of his hand through her sweater. "That feels good," he murmured.

Y/N's eyes searched his, looking for any sign of discomfort. "Does it feel ok?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Jimin nodded slowly. "Yeah," he said, his eyes never leaving hers.

He leaned in and before she could react, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a gentle hug. Y/N's breath hitched as she felt the warmth of his body against hers, the scent of his cologne mingling with the faint smell of the coffee shop. It was a strange feeling, one she hadn't expected from their agreement.

"What are you doing?" she whispered, her voice muffled against his chest.

"Hugging you," Jimin said simply, his arms tightening around her. "It's what people in relationships do."

Y/N's heart was racing. "Ok," she breathed, her voice shaky. "As long as you're comfortable with it."

Jimin's hand slid up her back, his touch tentative yet firm. "I am," he murmured, his breath tickling her ear. "It feels really good actually. Everything feels so much better with you."

Y/N's eyes widened as she felt his arms tighten around her. She had never been hugged like this before—with such care and intention. It was as if he was trying to convey something through his embrace, something more than just friendship. She wrapped her arms around him, her cheek pressing into the soft fabric of his shirt. For a moment, she let herself believe that this could be real, that she wasn't just playing a role in his life.

"You're so soft." Jimin whispered, his voice vibrating through her.

Y/N's eyes widened, surprised by his sudden affection. "Umph" she mumbled, her voice muffled by his shirt.

Jimin smiled and slowly backed out of the hug until they were both sitting awkwardly on their seats again. "I can start doing that in public," he said, his voice a little hoarse.

Y/N nodded, trying to calm her racing heart. "Sounds good," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "It'll get rid of the breakup rumors."

Jimin nodded. "We'll start with the hug," he said, his eyes never leaving hers. "And we'll build from there."

Y/N took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves. "Okay," she said, her voice shaking slightly. "Let's do this."

The next day at school, the whispers and glances grew more intense. As she walked down the hallway, a group of mean girls stepped into her path, their eyes narrowed.

"So, Y/N," the head cheerleader, a blonde with a sharp tongue, said with a sneer. "You really think you can land a catch like Jimin?"

Y/N's heart sank. She had hoped to avoid this confrontation, but the whispers had turned into a crescendo of accusations and snickers that followed her like a shadow. She clutched her books tightly to her chest, her eyes downcast.

"Look at her," the blonde sneered, her voice carrying down the hall. "Thinks she's all high and mighty just because she's hanging off of Jimin's arm."

Y/N felt her face flush as the words hit her like a slap. She knew she wasn't pretty enough, rich enough, or cool enough for Jimin, but hearing it from them was like a knife twisting in her gut.

"What's your game, Y/N?" one of the girls jeered, her voice echoing in the hallway. "You think you can just waltz in here and steal him from us?"

Y/N's eyes remained on the floor, her cheeks burning. She knew she didn't stand a chance with Jimin in real life, but she never expected this kind of backlash. "It's not like that," she mumbled, her voice barely audible.

Suddenly, she felt a pair of arms wrap around her waist, and a warm presence settled beside her. She glanced over her shoulder to see Jimin standing there, his arms around her, his eyes fixed on the group of mean girls.

"Hi, baby," he said, his voice smooth as silk.

Y/N stiffened for a second, then leaned into his embrace, her heart racing. "Hi," she whispered, trying to ignore the smug smiles on the cheerleaders' faces.

"What's going on here?" Jimin's voice was cool, his grip on her waist firm.

The blonde rolled her eyes. "Nothing, Jimin," she said sweetly. "We were just giving Y/N some friendly advice about how to keep a guy like you interested."

Jimin's grip on Y/N tightened. "I think she's got that covered," he said, his voice icy. "Now, if you'll excuse us."

The blonde's smile faltered, and she took a step back. "Whatever," she said, flipping her hair. "You'll see. She's not even pretty enough to be with you."

Y/N felt a surge of anger, but before she could say anything, Jimin was already speaking. "Shut the fuck up," he said, his voice cold and hard, cutting through the hallway chatter like a knife. The blonde's eyes widened, and she left with a scoff, surprised by his sudden aggression.

He turned to Y/N, his arms still around her waist. "You're not just beautiful," he said, his voice softening. "You're fucking gorgeous. Inside and out. I know this is fake, but that's real."

"Don't let anyone tell you otherwise," he continued, his eyes searching hers. "You're smart, you're kind, and you're one of the most amazing people I've ever met. You don't need to change a thing for me, or anyone else."

Y/N felt the tears prick at the corners of her eyes. "But Jimin, they're right," she whispered. "I don't wear fancy clothes or makeup or anything. I'm so ordinary and you're amazing. I don't deserve you, even as a friend."

Jimin's expression grew serious. "You deserve more than anyone to be happy," he said, his thumb rubbing small circles on her lower back. "And if they can't see that, then they're the ones with the problem. Not you."

Y/N felt a lump form in her throat, trying to keep the tears at bay. "Thank you," she whispered.

Jimin's arms tightened around her, his hand continuing to rub circles on her lower back. "You're welcome," he said, his voice gentle.

Jimin grabbed the back of her head and pulled her face down to his chest for a tight embrace. The warmth from his body and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against her cheek made her feel safe.

"You don't have to listen to them," he murmured into her hair. "You're more than enough."

Y/N's eyes fluttered closed as she leaned into the comfort of his embrace. His heartbeat was steady and reassuring against her ear, a stark contrast to the erratic rhythm of her own. "You're the best, Jimin. I really lucky to have you as a fake boyfriend."

Jimin chuckled, the vibration resonating through her. "And I'm lucky to have you as a fake girlfriend," he said, his breath warm against her hair.

The following week, Jimin took the next step in their plan. They were both in the parking lot in front of his car after school. It was empty since people had already left. "Y/N," he began, his voice low and serious, "We need to practice."

"Practice what?" she asked, her eyes wide behind her glasses.

"Kissing," Jimin said, his voice even. "It's the next logical step in convincing everyone this is real."

Y/N's cheeks flushed a deep shade of red. "K-kissing?" she stuttered, her eyes wide.

"Yeah," Jimin nodded, his expression serious. "If we want this to be believable, we can't just jump into it. We need to practice, especially since you've never done it."

Y/N's heart was hammering in her chest. "Ok," she whispered, her voice shaking. "When do you want to start?"

Jimin leaned back against his car, his expression contemplative. "How about now?"

Y/N's heart skipped a beat. "Now?" she repeated, her voice squeaking.

Jimin nodded. "We might as well," he said, his voice calm. "You ready?"

Y/N took a deep breath and nodded, her heart racing. She had never been kissed before, and the thought of doing it with Jimin—even if it was just for show—was both terrifying and exhilarating. She stepped closer to him, her knees feeling like jelly. "Okay," she whispered.

Jimin took her waist in his hands, his thumbs tracing the contours of her hipbones. "We're going to go slow," he assured her, his eyes searching hers. "Just relax and follow my lead."

Y/N nodded, her breath shallow. She had read about kissing in books and seen it in movies, but she had never experienced it. The thought of doing it with Jimin—even if it was all for their act—was making her stomach flip. "Okay," she murmured, her eyes fluttering shut.

"Keep your eyes closed," he instructed, his voice gentle. "And just relax."

Y/N nodded, her eyes squeezed shut. She could feel the warmth of Jimin's breath on her face as he leaned closer.

"Now," he whispered.

Y/N felt the gentle press of Jimin's lips against hers, the sensation sending a jolt of electricity through her entire body. His lips were soft and warm, moving with a gentle confidence that made her feel safe and cherished. He tasted faintly of mint, his breath mingling with hers in the cool autumn air. The kiss was chaste and innocent, yet it held a promise of something more, something she hadn't even allowed herself to dream of.

As they pulled away, she kept her eyes closed, afraid to break the spell. "Was that okay?" she murmured, her voice trembling.

Jimin nodded, a smirk playing on his lips. "It was a good start," he said, his voice low and husky. "But you can do better."

Y/N's eyes snapped open, meeting his gaze. "Tell me what to do." she said, her voice shaky.

Jimin leaned in, his eyes locked on hers. "Just relax," he murmured, his voice a gentle command. "Let me show you."

He took her face in his hands, his thumbs brushing against her cheekbones. "Kissing isn't just about the physical act," he explained, his breath warm against her skin. "It's about connecting, about feeling each other out."

Y/N nodded, her eyes half open.

"First," Jimin said, his voice a whisper against her lips, "You have to breathe."

Y/N felt his breath mingling with her own, shallow and uneven. She took a deep breath, letting it out slowly.

"Good," Jimin murmured, his thumbs brushing the corners of her mouth. "Now, part your lips."

Y/N felt her cheeks flush even hotter as she did as he instructed, her heart thundering in her chest. She felt his breath on her lips again, this time even closer.

"Good," he whispered. "Now, let's try it again. This time, I'll kiss you, but I want you to kiss me back."

Y/N's pulse quickened as Jimin's eyes searched hers, looking for consent. She asked, "How do I kiss you back?"

"Try to mimic my movements," Jimin said, his eyes never leaving hers as he leaned in closer. His voice was low and steady, like a guide leading her through uncharted waters. "When I press my lips to yours, just respond naturally. It's all about feeling."

He pressed his lips to hers again, and this time, Y/N tentatively parted her own, feeling the softness of his tongue brushing against her lower lip. It was gentle, yet the sensation sent a shiver down her spine. She gasped, and Jimin pulled back slightly. "Are you okay?"

Y/N nodded, her eyes still closed, trying to process the new sensation. "Keep going," she murmured.

Jimin's lips met hers again, this time with more purpose. His tongue slipped between her parted lips, and she gasped at the sudden intimacy. He guided her, his movements slow and deliberate, teaching her the rhythm of a kiss. She felt his hands tighten around her waist, pulling her closer until their bodies were pressed together. The world around them melted away, leaving only the sound of their mingling breaths and the beating of their hearts.

"You're a natural," he whispered against her mouth. "Let's go at your pace."

Y/N nodded, her eyes fluttering open to meet his. She felt a surge of warmth spread through her body, and she leaned into the kiss, her hands tentatively reaching up to rest on his shoulders. Jimin's eyes searched hers, a hint of surprise and admiration in his gaze. "Good," he murmured, his voice barely audible. "Just like that."

Their kiss grew deeper, more intense with every passing second. Jimin's hands slid from her waist to the small of her back, his fingers weaving into her hair, guiding her closer. Y/N's hands roamed up his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath her palms. She kissed him back more confidence as she felt him respond. His touch was gentle but firm, and she melted into it, losing herself in the moment.

Without breaking the kiss, Jimin pushed her back against the cold metal of his car, his body pressing into hers. Y/N gasped, her eyes flying open in surprise. "Trust me," he whispered, his voice husky.

He wrapped an arm around her waist, lifting her slightly before lowering her down onto the hood of the car. She let out a soft sound of surprise, but didn't pull away. "Is this okay?" he murmured against her lips, his eyes searching hers for any sign of hesitation.

"Yeah," she breathed, her eyes fluttering shut again as she felt the cold metal against her back.

Jimin took that as his cue and deepened the kiss, his other hand cupping her cheek. Y/N felt a thrill run through her as he kissed her with a passion that she hadn't felt in any of their previous kisses. It was as if he had been holding back, and now that they were here, he was letting go of his inhibitions.

"Jimin," she whispered, breaking away to catch her breath. Her heart was racing, and she felt like she was on the edge of something she didn't quite understand.

He leaned back, his eyes searching hers. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice a mix of concern and excitement.

Y/N nodded, her breath coming in shallow gasps. "I'm fine," she said, her voice a little shaky. "I think that's enough practice for today. My lips are numb."

Jimin chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Ok," he said, his thumb brushing her swollen lower lip. "As we practice, you'll get more used to it."

He got off the hood of the car and helped Y/N up.

Jimin couldn't help but stare at her as she straightened her glasses and tugged at her shirt. The redness in her cheeks, the way her hair had fallen out of its usually neat bun and was now a wild mess around her face, the slight swell of her lips that were a shade darker from their kisses—it was all too adorable. He hadn't meant to get so carried away, but when she had leaned into him with that fiery passion, it was like someone had flipped a switch he didn't know existed.

He took a step closer, his gaze never leaving hers. "Y/N," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "Look at you."

Y/N blushed even harder, trying to smooth down her hair. "What?" she asked, her voice small.

Jimin's eyes trailed over her, taking in the disheveled state of her clothes and the way her glasses had slid down her nose slightly. "You're so cute," he said, the corner of his mouth lifting in a smirk.

Y/N's cheeks turned an even deeper shade of red. "I-I'm not," she protested, her hands flying to her hair in an attempt to tame the wild strands.

Jimin chuckled, reaching out to ruffle her hair gently. "You are," he said, his voice filled with affection.

Y/N swatted his hand away playfully, trying to compose herself. "I look like a mess," she muttered, still feeling the heat of their kisses on her skin.

Jimin's smirk grew wider. "You look beautiful," he said, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "But if you say so." He leaned in and gently ruffled her hair again, making it even more chaotic.

"Jimin!" Y/N squealed, batting his hand away. She couldn't help but smile, though. It was strange, feeling so… desired. "Stop it!"

"Fine!" He suddenly leaned in and gave her a peck on her lips, a playful glint in his eyes as he stepped back. "I'll drop you home."

Y/N's eyes widened in surprise, her hand flying to her mouth. "Jimin!" she exclaimed, her voice a mix of shock and delight. "I thought you hated touching me."

Jimin smirked as he opened the passenger door of his sleek black sedan. "It's different with you," he said, his voice low and warm. "You're my friend. We relate. You understand me."

Y/N nodded, still feeling a little light-headed from the kiss. She slid into the luxurious leather seat, the scent of Jimin's cologne filling the car. "We do," she said, trying to keep her voice even.

Jimin climbed into the driver's seat, his movements fluid and graceful. He started the engine, and the car purred to life. "Ready to go?" he asked, glancing over at her.

Y/N nodded, feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement. "Yeah," she said.

The next day, as the final bell rang, Jimin turned to Y/N, his eyes filled with anticipation. "Ready for round two?" he asked, his voice playful.

Y/N's heart skipped a beat. She had been thinking about the kiss in the parking lot all day, replaying it in her mind. "Yeah," she said, trying to keep her voice steady. "But we should go to my place this time."

Jimin raised an eyebrow. "Your place?"

Y/N nodded, feeling a little nervous. "My parents are away," she said, her voice a whisper. "They're on a work trip."

Jimin's eyes lit up, and he couldn't hide the excitement in his voice. "Perfect," he said, grabbing his backpack. "Let's go."

They drove to Y/N's quiet small house in comfortable silence, the tension building with each passing minute. As they pulled up to the curb, Y/N took a deep breath. "Okay," she said, unbuckling her seatbelt. "Here it is."

They enter the house and Y/N's eyes scan the living room, ensuring everything is in its place. She turns to Jimin with a slightly nervous smile. "Make yourself at home," she says, gesturing to the couch.

Jimin sets his bag down and takes a seat, his gaze never leaving hers. "Where do you want to start?" he asks, his voice low and steady.

Y/N swallows hard, her heart racing. "We can just use this couch." she suggests.

Jimin nods and she sits down next to him, her hands fidgeting in her lap. "Okay," she says, taking a deep breath. "Let's start with a review of last time."

Jimin leans in, his eyes locked on hers. "I liked last time," he murmurs, his voice low and intimate. "But I want to see if we can take it to the next level today."

Y/N nods, her heart racing. "Okay," she whispers, her voice trembling with anticipation.

Jimin leans in again, his eyes locked on hers. This time, his kiss is more assertive, his hands moving from her waist to cup her cheeks, his thumbs brushing against the sensitive skin just below her ears. He parts her lips with his tongue, exploring her mouth with gentle strokes that make her shiver. His touch is like fire, igniting a passion within her that she never knew existed.

Y/N kisses him back with a newfound aggression, her tongue meeting his in an intimate dance. Jimin groans, the sound sending a jolt of pleasure through her body. He whispers against her lips, "That's it," as his grip tightens, his thumbs tracing the outline of her jaw.

The kiss grows more intense, Jimin's tongue delving deeper into her mouth. She can't believe she's doing this, that she's kissing Jimin like this, but she can't stop. She's lost in the sensation, the warmth of his body, the taste of him.

He pulls away for a moment, his eyes searching hers. "More," he whispers, his voice hoarse with need. "Use your hands."

Y/N nods, her breath coming in shallow gasps. She brings a tentative hand up to his cheek, her eyes wide. "Is this okay?" she asks, her voice shaky.

"More than okay," he murmurs, his thumb brushing against her bottom lip. "You're doing great."

Y/N feels a thrill at his words and brings her other hand up to cradle the back of his neck, her fingers tangling in his hair. Jimin's kisses grow more demanding, his hands sliding into her hair, cupping the back of her head. The kiss deepens, their breaths mingling in the quiet room, the only sound their muffled moans.

"Jimin," she whispers, breaking away for a brief moment to catch her breath. He kisses along her jawline, his teeth grazing her skin before he nibbles at her earlobe.

"Yeah?" he asks, his voice a seductive murmur.

\She leans into him, her eyes fluttering shut as he nibbles on her earlobe.

Jimin's lips travel from her ear to the sensitive skin of her neck, kissing and nipping gently. The sensation sends a shiver down her spine, making her gasp. His touch is like a brand, leaving a trail of heat wherever he goes. Y/N's hands tighten on his shoulders, her nails digging in slightly. "Jimin," she whispers, her voice breathy.

His teeth graze her neck, making her arch her back, her head falling to the side to give him better access. He sucks lightly on the pulse point at the base of her neck, eliciting a soft moan from her. She feels like she's melting into the couch, her body responding to him in ways she never knew it could. "Jimin," she says again, her voice a plea.

He pulls back, his eyes dark with desire. "What is it, Y/N?"

Her heart races. "Do you think I'm good enough at kissing now to show your parents?"

Jimin laughs softly. "You're more than good enough, Y/N."

Y/N's eyes widen. "Really?"

Jimin nods, a smirk playing on his lips. "They're coming back from their business trip next week," he says. "I want to introduce you to them. We're doing pretty well with this whole 'fake relationship' thing."

Y/N's eyes widen in surprise. "Why so soon?"

"They're making me restart my blind dates with rich girls when they return," Jimin says, his thumb stroking her cheek. "And I hate it. But if we can show them we're serious, maybe they'll cancel them. That was the whole point of our fake relationship, right?"

Y/N nods, her heart racing. "Yeah."

Jimin smiles at her, his eyes warm and affectionate. "Good. Now, let's talk wardrobe," he says, his tone shifting to one of excitement. "You can't meet the parents looking like a college student who just rolled out of bed."

Y/N looks down at her baggy sweatshirt and leggings, feeling a little self-conscious. "I don't have anything fancy," she admits.

Jimin stands up, a mischievous glint in his eye. "That's what shopping is for," he says, taking her hand. "Come on, let's go to my favorite store."

Y/N blinks, a little overwhelmed but also excited. She's never been to an expensive boutique before. Jimin's hand is warm and reassuring in hers as they walk into the luxurious store. The smell of leather and expensive fabrics fills her nose, making her feel both intimidated and thrilled. "Jimin," she says, her eyes wide as they walk through the racks of designer clothes. "This is…"

"Perfect," Jimin interrupts her, his eyes scanning the store with the ease of someone who's been here countless times. "Trust me, Y/N. I know exactly what to pick for you."

Y/N feels a mix of excitement and anxiety as they start sifting through the racks. Jimin selects a stunning red dress that clings to her curves and makes her look like a goddess. He holds it up against her, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "This is it," he says with confidence. "This will knock their socks off."

"Its too much." Y/N says, pointing to her simple college outfit.

"You're doing this for me. The least I can do is buy you a dress." Jimin says, before pulling her in for a peck on the lips.

Y/N can't help but smile, feeling a flutter in her stomach. "Okay," she says, allowing him to take the dress to the fitting room.

Once inside, she slips it on, feeling the silky fabric against her skin. Looking in the mirror, she feels insecure, the dress clinging to her body in a way her usual baggy clothes never do. "Jimin, I don't know if I can do this," she calls out, her voice quivering.

"You're stunning in whatever you wear," Jimin says from outside the fitting room. He's holding a pair of heels over the door that she would never dare to wear. "Just try it on. For me?"

Y/N takes a deep breath, stepping into the shoes, which feel like they could snap her ankles with the slightest misstep. She opens the door tentatively, and Jimin's jaw drops at the sight of her. "Perfect," he whispers.

He steps into the fitting room, closing the door behind him. The small space feels even smaller with his presence, and Y/N's heart races as he traces the outline of her body with his eyes. "You look…" He searches for the right words. "Incredible."

Y/N feels self-conscious under his scrutiny, her hands moving to cover her stomach. "I don't know," she says, her voice wavering. "I've never worn anything like this before."

"You look amazing, trust me," Jimin assures her, his eyes never leaving hers. He gently takes her hands and places them at her sides. His own hands move to her waist, his fingers tracing the curve of her body, sending shivers down her spine. "Your beauty is not defined by what you wear," he whispers, his thumbs brushing over the soft fabric. "But this dress just… highlights it."

Y/N's inexperience with such attire and the attention it brings makes her feel exposed. She shifts nervously, trying to cover herself. "Jimin, I don't know if I can pull this off."

Jimin's gaze never leaves hers as he leans closer. "You're beautiful, Y/N. The dress is just a frame for the masterpiece that is you." His voice is soft, a soothing balm to her nerves. His fingertips trace the line of her waist, sending a shiver up her spine. "Every curve, every inch of you is perfect."

"Jimin, you don't have to pretend right now," she whispers, her eyes searching his. She's not used to such praise, especially from someone so out of her league.

"I'm not pretending," he says firmly, his hands moving to cup her face. "You truly are the most beautiful person I know, inside and out."

Y/N's eyes fill with tears, and she looks away, not sure if she believes him. Jimin sighs and leans in, capturing her face in his hands and tilting it up to meet his gaze. "Look at me," he whispers.

Their eyes lock, and he leans in to give her the most genuine, loving kiss he has ever given her. It's tender and sweet, a stark contrast to the passionate kisses they've practiced so far. His lips are soft and gentle, moving slowly against hers as if savoring every moment. His touch is reassuring, and his kiss speaks of comfort and care, not the practice that usually fuels their interactions.

Y/N gasps against his mouth, surprised by the sudden shift in intensity. She wraps her arms around his neck, her hands tangling in his hair as she responds with the same gentle affection. "Jimin," she whispers when they part, her voice trembling with emotion.

"Hmmm" he hums, his thumbs brushing away the tears that had escaped her eyes.

Y/N's breath hitches as she looks into Jimin's eyes, seeing a warmth and affection she never knew was there. "Is it already time for practice?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Uh huh," Jimin murmurs, his thumbs still caressing her cheeks.

Their kisses are loving, their bodies pressed closer together in the confined space of the fitting room. Y/N's hands roam over his broad shoulders, feeling the muscles beneath his shirt. Jimin's hands slip down to her hips, pulling her closer, the fabric of the dress whispering between them.

They finally pull away, both gasping for air. Jimin's eyes are dark with passion, his gaze lingering on her swollen lips. "I should let you change," he says, his voice thick with reluctance.

Y/N nods, her hands still trembling. "Yeah," she whispers, her voice barely audible. She's aware of the racing beat of her heart, the way her body feels alive and electrified from his touch.

"I'll wait outside," Jimin says, reluctantly letting go of her. His eyes never leave hers as he steps back, giving her the space to change. "Take your time."

Y/N nods, her cheeks still flushed from their heated embrace. She quickly changes back into her comfortable clothes, her heart racing from the intensity of their kiss. She steps out of the fitting room, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves. Jimin's eyes widen as he takes in her flustered appearance, and he can't help but chuckle. "Give me the dress."

"But it's so expensive," Y/N protests, her voice filled with concern.

Jimin's grin widens as he takes the dress from her. "Don't worry about it. It's an investment in our fake relationship," he says, his tone teasing.

Y/N rolls her eyes but can't help the smile that tugs at her lips. "Okay, but if your parents don't buy it, I'm not wearing this again," she says, handing over the heels.

Jimin laughs, taking the items from her. He buys it at the counter without even looking at the price tag. "Let's get you home," he says.

The night of the family dinner arrives, and Y/N is a bundle of nerves. She's dressed in the red dress Jimin picked out, feeling both terrified and beautiful. She stares at herself in the mirror, taking deep breaths to calm her racing heart. "You can do this," she whispers to her reflection.

Jimin picks her up, looking every bit the proud boyfriend in a tailored suit. He takes her hand as they walk to the dining room table, which is set with fine china and gleaming silverware. His parents, Mr. and Mrs. Park, sit at the ends of the table, looking expectant.

"Mother, Father," Jimin says, his voice steady, "this is Y/N."

Y/N offers a nervous smile, her heart hammering in her chest. "It's an honor to meet you both," she says, her hands clutching the skirt of the red dress.

Mrs. Park's eyes scrutinize her from head to toe before a forced smile appears on her lips. "Welcome to our home, Y/N," she says, her tone cool and assessing.

Mr. Park nods in greeting.

"So, Y/N," Mrs. Park says, her voice as sharp as the cutlery before them, "Tell us a bit about yourself. Where do your parents work?"

Y/N's throat feels dry, but she takes a sip of water before answering. "My mom is a nurse at the local clinic, and my dad works at a small tech startup," she says, trying to keep her voice steady.

Mrs. Park nods, her eyes never leaving Y/N. "And what do you hope to do with your education?"

Y/N's mind races. She's not used to talking about her future with such certainty. "I'm planning on becoming a businesswoman," she says, hoping her voice doesn't betray her nervousness.

Mr. Park raises an eyebrow. "A businesswoman, you say?" His tone is curious but not unkind. "And what field are you interested in?"

Y/N swallows a mouthful of water to moisten her dry throat. "Finance, sir," she responds, her voice a little shakier than she'd like.

"Are you just saying that because Park Industries is a finance business and you're trying to impress us?" Mrs. Park's voice is sharp, her gaze piercing.

Y/N's heart races as she shakes her head. "No, I genuinely enjoy finance," she insists, her voice a little shakier than she'd like. "I've always been good with numbers and I find the stock market fascinating. I didn't know your company was focused on that until now."

Mrs. Park's smile is cold and unconvinced. "How interesting," she says, her eyes narrowing slightly. "And how do your parents feel about your career aspirations?"

Y/N feels the weight of their doubt pressing down on her, but she refuses to let it show. "They're very supportive," she says firmly, looking directly at Mrs. Park.

Mr. Park leans back in his chair, his gaze thoughtful. "Indian American, right?" he asks, his tone accusatory and curious.

Y/N nods, her grip tightening on the napkin in her lap. "Yes, my parents are from India," she says, her voice firm.

"And how do they feel about you dating a Korean boy?" Mrs. Park asks, her eyes narrowing slightly.

Y/N swallows hard, feeling the weight of their scrutiny. "They're happy as long as I'm happy," she responds, trying to keep her voice calm.

"But surely, they must have expectations for you to marry someone from your own culture," Mrs. Park presses, her smile not reaching her eyes.

Jimin steps in, worried that Y/N would accidentally reveal her engagement to the stranger in India.

"We're learning about each other's cultures," Jimin says smoothly, placing a comforting hand on Y/N's knee. "It's been a wonderful experience."

Mrs. Park's gaze remains unyielding on Y/N. "So, tell us, Y/N," she says, her tone sharp like a knife's edge, "What do you know about our culture?"

Y/N takes a deep breath, her nerves a jumble of tight knots. "Well, I know that Korean culture is very family-oriented," she starts, her voice steady despite the pressure. "And there's a strong emphasis on education and respect for elders. Just like Indian culture."

"Indeed," Mr. Park says, his eyes still on her. "But can you cook Korean food?"

Jimin interrupts before Y/N can respond to Mrs. Park's question about cooking. "Y/N's been teaching me to cook some amazing Indian dishes," he says with a charming smile. "And I've also showed her how to make some killer kimchi fried rice."

"Is that so?" Mrs. Park raises an eyebrow, looking skeptical. "Then make it for us. I'm not believing all of this. I think Jimin is playing a game with us to get out of his blind date tomorrow."

Y/N's eyes widen in shock. "Now?" she squeaks out.

"Don't panic. It's a perfect opportunity to show off your skills," Jimin whispers in her ear, his breath tickling her neck.

Y/N nods, swallowing hard. She can do this. For Jimin, she can do anything.

As they enter the kitchen, he whispers, "Remember, we're in love. My parents are gonna pretend they're waiting but in reality, they're watching us."

Y/N nods nervously, her heart racing. "What if I mess up?"

"You won't," Jimin whispers, his voice full of confidence. He squeezes her hand reassuringly.

In the kitchen, the smell of garlic and ginger fills the air as Jimin guides Y/N through the process of making kimchi fried rice. "First, we'll prep the kimchi," he says, his voice low and soothing. He opens the fridge, revealing jars of the spicy fermented cabbage.

"Okay, so we'll fry the rice," Jimin instructs, taking a pan from the cabinet. "But remember, it has to be day-old rice. It's all about the texture."

"Got it," Y/N nods, her eyes wide as she watches him heat oil in the pan. "Let me do it otherwise your parents will be mad," she says, her voice a mix of nerves and determination.

Jimin laughs, handing her a spatula. "You're the one with the secret ingredient," he teases, winking.

Y/N blushes, taking the spatula with shaky hands. "Haha," she says, her voice barely above a whisper.

While they wait for the kimchi to cook, Jimin hugs Y/N from behind, blowing into her ear making her heart flutter. His breath tickles her neck, and she leans back into his embrace, feeling safe and cherished.

"Y/N, now is the time to put our practice into action," he whispers.

Y/N nods, her heart racing as Jimin's lips trail down her neck. His breath is hot against her skin, sending shivers down her spine. She gasps, trying to keep her voice steady. "Jimin, your parents are watching."

"That's the whole point," Jimin murmurs, his breath hot against her ear as he pulls her closer. "We're in love, remember?" His hands trace the curves of her body, and she feels a thrill of excitement mingle with her nerves. She nods, her breathing shallow as the kimchi sizzles in the pan.

Y/N turns to face him, and their eyes lock. Jimin's gaze is filled with a playful challenge, and she can't help but respond. They lean in, their kisses becoming more intense as their bodies press together. "Jimin," she whispers against his lips, her voice filled with a mix of passion and apprehension.

"You're doing great," Jimin murmurs, his breath hot against her skin. His hands move to her waist, pulling her closer as they kiss. "You're perfect, baby," he says loud enough for his parents to hear.

"Jimin, the rice," she whispers, breaking away from his kiss.

"Right," he says, his voice thick with desire, turning back to the stove. They continue cooking, their movements in sync, their kisses stolen every now and then.

"Here," Jimin says, handing her a spoon. "Add the kimchi to the rice."

Y/N's hands are shaking, but she takes the spoon, trying to focus on the task at hand. "What if they don't like it?" she whispers.

"They'll love it," Jimin says with confidence. "Because you made it."

Y/N takes a deep breath, mixing the kimchi with the rice. The sound of the spoon against the pan echoes in the kitchen.

"Here it is," she says, her voice shaking slightly as she serves the steaming rice onto three plates. She carefully carries them out to the dining room, placing one in front of each of Jimin's parents. "I hope you enjoy it."

Jimin pulls down Y/N to sit next to him, his arm snaking around her waist possessively. "Let's eat," he says.

Mrs. Park watches them with a critical eye as Mr. Park takes a bite of the rice. His eyes widen in surprise, and he nods in approval. "This is good," he says, and Y/N feels a weight lift off her chest.

Jimin takes a bite and then, with a mischievous smile, he leans over and feeds Y/N. She opens her mouth automatically, and their eyes lock as the rice meets her tongue. The gesture is intimate, and his parents are surprised by the ease and affection between them. They eat and steal glances as Jimin continues to feed her, the tension in the room thick with unspoken words and unanswered questions.

As the meal winds down, Mrs. Park sets her chopsticks down with a clink against the fine china. "Your rice is quite good, Y/N," she says, her tone a mix of surprise and approval. "I see you and Jimin are very close."

Y/N blushes, the tension of the evening fading away slightly. "Thank you," she says, glancing at Jimin who gives her an encouraging smile.

"Your rice was excellent," Mr. Park says, patting his stomach. "It's clear you two have a good bond."

Y/N's heart skips a beat. Did she just hear that right? "Thank you, Mr. Park," she stammers, her eyes darting to Jimin for reassurance. He's smiling at her, proud and affectionate.

"Jimin's right," Mrs. Park says, her expression softening. "You're quite the catch." She takes a sip of her tea, setting the delicate cup down with a clink. "And I think it's time we got to know each other better. How would you feel about an internship at Park Industries?"

Y/N's eyes widen, and she almost drops her spoon. "I would love that, Mrs. Park," she says, trying to keep the shock from her voice. "Thank you for the opportunity."

Jimin's hand tightens around her waist, and she feels his warmth seep into her. "You've earned it," he says, his voice proud. "And I'll see you at work everyday if you join."

Y/N gives him a peck on the lips in euphoria and Jimin blushes. He feels his heart race as he never felt so alive before. The dinner went better than he had ever expected. His parents seem to have accepted her, and the internship offer is a cherry on top.

"Thank you," she whispers, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "Thank you for believing in me."

"Always," he says, his voice firm.

They leave the dinner table hand in hand, and the sound of their footsteps echo through the grand hallway of the Park mansion. Jimin leads her to his car, his grip on her hand tight but comforting.

"You were amazing," Jimin whispers once they're out of earshot, his breath warm against her cheek.

"I couldn't have done it without you," Y/N says, her voice a mix of relief and excitement. "Thank you for standing up for me."

They sit in the car and Jimin begins driving to her house to drop her back off. "You know, Y/N," he says, his voice low and thoughtful, "I didn't know what to expect tonight, but you exceeded every hope I had."

Y/N smiles shyly, still feeling the warmth of his hand in hers. "I'm so glad I met you Jimin."

"Me too," he says, his eyes never leaving the road. "I know our relationship is fake, but I really care about you. A lot."

Y/N's heart skips a beat. She looks at him, her eyes searching his. "Me too."

They pull up to her house, the tension of the evening giving way to a gentle warmth as Jimin kills the engine. He turns to her, his gaze lingering on her face, and she feels the heat of his body next to hers. He reaches out, and she leans into his arms, her heart racing as he pulls her into a tight embrace.

"I'll see you tomorrow," she whispers, her cheek pressed against his chest. She can feel the steady thump of his heart beneath her ear, and it calms her.

"I'll miss you," Jimin says, his arms tight around her. He kisses the top of her head, his breath warm against her hair.

Y/N laughs lightly, looking up at him. "You'll see me tomorrow," she says, her voice muffled by his embrace.

"I know," Jimin says, his voice tight. "But I can't help it. I just miss you."

Y/N smiles up at him, her heart swelling with affection. She lets go and exits the car, her legs wobbly in the high heels. She turns to wave at him before heading up the walkway to her house, the red dress trailing behind her like a fiery comet. Jimin watches her every move, his eyes devouring the sight of her, his mind reeling with a whirlwind of emotions.

"Call me when you're inside," he calls out, his voice laced with concern.

Y/N nods, her smile still in place as she walks up to the door, the porch light casting a warm glow around her. She turns the key in the lock and glances back at Jimin, who is still sitting in the car, watching her. She opens the door and waves one last time before stepping inside.

Jimin's eyes follow her until she's out of sight. He sighs, his heart feeling both full and heavy. He knows that their relationship is still a facade, but every moment they spend together feels more real than anything he's ever experienced. He starts the car and pulls away from the curb, his thoughts racing.

The next week, the evening sun casts a warm glow over the neighborhood as Y/N nervously walks towards Jimin's place. She's been avoiding telling him about the latest development in her life, but she can't keep it in any longer. She finds him alone, sitting on the couch, scrolling through his phone. He looks up as she enters, and the sight of her tear-stained face makes his heart drop.

"What's wrong?" he asks, immediately setting aside his device and moving towards her. She collapses into his arms, her sobs muffled against his chest.

Y/N takes a shaky breath, her voice trembling. "They're coming," she whispers. "My fiancé… from India. They want me to marry him next week."

Jimin's arms tighten around her, his heart racing. "Oh my god."

Y/N sobs harder, her body trembling. "I don't want to marry him."

Jimin holds her tight, his mind racing. "Shh," he whispers, his heart aching for her. "We'll figure this out. It's time to hold up your part of the deal and use our fake relationship to end your arranged marriage."

Y/N pulls away, her eyes red and puffy. "How are we going to do that?"

"We'll just have to be more convincing than ever," Jimin says, his voice firm. "We need to show your parents that we're serious about each other."

Y/N sniffs, wiping at her eyes. "But how?" she asks, her voice shaky. "They expect me to marry someone who's… who's perfect for me. Someone who fits their ideals of an Indian boyfriend."

Jimin nods, stroking her hair gently. "Alright, tell me," he says, his voice firm. "What does the ideal Indian boyfriend look like to them?"

Y/N takes a deep breath, her eyes filling with tears. "He's tall, dark, and handsome," she says, her voice shaking. "He's successful, rich. He has a good family background, respects elders, and knows all the right cultural cues."

Jimin nods, "So, I basically have all of that. Except for the dark part," he jokes, trying to lighten the mood. Y/N's laugh is choked by a sob, but it's a start.

"But seriously, Y/N," he says, his voice soothing. "We've got this. We'll just have to up our game, show them that we're crazy about each other."

"What if they see through it?" she asks, her voice muffled by his shirt.

"They won't," Jimin says firmly. "We're going to convince them that we're madly in love, and that there's no way you're marrying someone else."

Y/N pulls away, looking up at him with hopeful eyes. "Warning you now, Jimin. Kissing is a no-no in front of my parents," she says, wiping at her nose with the back of her hand. "Holding hands is the limit. They're very traditional."

Jimin nods solemnly. "Got it," he says, his thumb brushing away a tear that clings to her lashes. "But my words and actions will speak louder than any kiss."

Y/N looks up at him, her eyes hopeful. "You'll need to dress really well and bring gifts for dinner tomorrow," she says, her voice still shaky from the earlier sobs.

"Consider it done," Jimin says, his voice steady. "Anything else?"

Y/N nods, wiping her eyes. "You have to call me 'baby'," she says, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "It's what real couples do."

Jimin grins, "Alright, baby," he says, leaning in to kiss her forehead gently. "I've got this."

The next day, Jimin arrives at Y/N's house promptly at 6 PM, dressed in an Indian style suit. He's holding a bouquet of roses and a box of gourmet chocolates, his heart pounding in his chest.

"Hi," Y/N says shyly, opening the door. She's wearing a beautiful traditional Indian sari, looking stunning and nervous.

"You look amazing," Jimin says, his eyes widening at the sight of her.

"Thanks," Y/N mumbles, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of red. "I'm so nervous."

"Don't be," Jimin whispers, his hand finding hers. "Lead me to them."

Y/N's parents are sitting in the living room, dressed in their finest, the aroma of traditional Indian cuisine wafting through the air. "Ma, Papa, this is the boy I was telling you about," she introduces, her voice shaking slightly.

Jimin bows respectfully, extending the bouquet and chocolates. "Thank you for having me," he says, his eyes darting to Y/N for reassurance.

Y/N's mother, Mrs. Gupta, takes the gifts with a tight smile. "Welcome, Jimin," she says, eyeing him up and down. "You're not Indian?"

"No, ma'am," Jimin says, his voice steady. "I'm Korean-American, but I'm learning about Indian culture."

Mrs. Gupta's eyebrows rise slightly, but she doesn't comment further. Instead, she motions for him to sit next to Y/N on the couch. "Your family, they are from Korea?"

"Yes, Mrs. Gupta," Jimin says, sitting down with a grace that belies his nerves. "They run Park Industries."

"What?!" Mr. Gupta says, "You are the Jimin Park? The CEO's son?"

Y/N's father's astonishment fills the room, making Y/N's heart race. She squeezes Jimin's hand under the table, giving him a look that says 'you're perfect'.

"Yes," Jimin says, his voice calm and collected.

"And you're dating our Y/N?" Mr. Gupta asks, his tone a mix of shock and disbelief.

"Yes, sir," Jimin says, smiling at Y/N. "I've never been happier."

Y/N's mother looks skeptical. "And what do your parents think about this?"

"They're happy," Jimin says smoothly, his gaze never leaving hers. "As long as I'm happy, they're happy."

Mrs. Gupta raises an eyebrow, her expression unreadable. "But Y/N's arranged to be married next week. How do we know this is serious and risk her engagement elsewhere?"

"Ma, please," Y/N interjects, her voice shaking. "I don't want to marry him."

Mrs. Gupta's gaze remains steady on Jimin. "Then, if you're so serious about her, you must prove it. With a proposal," she says firmly.

Y/N's eyes widen, and she turns to look at Jimin, her heart racing. "Ma," she says, her voice trembling. "Why are you so persistent about marriage?"

Mrs. Gupta's gaze remains unyielding. "Because, Y/N," she says, her voice firm, "you can't just break an engagement without a good reason. And if you're going to choose this path, we need to know that you're committed to Jimin."

Y/N's eyes dart to Jimin, her heart racing. She feels his hand tighten around hers, offering silent support. He clears his throat. "Mrs. Gupta, I understand your concern," he says, his voice steady. "But Y/N and I are still getting to know each other. A proposal might be a bit premature."

"Premature?" Mr. Gupta echoes, his brow furrowed. "If you're serious about our daughter, you should be willing to take the next step. Right, Y/N?"

Y/N gulps, her eyes wide. "I-I guess," she stammers, looking at Jimin for guidance.

Jimin's mind races. He never thought it would come to this, but he's not one to back down from a challenge. "Mrs. Gupta, Mr. Gupta," he begins, his voice strong and steady. "I understand your concern, but Y/N and I have only just begun to explore our feelings for each other."

Y/N's mother nods, her gaze sharp. "But you've known her for weeks," she counters. "And you've seen what a good match she is for you. Why wait? Get to know each other after marriage. Y/N is of age now."

Y/N's heart sinks. "Ma, Pa, please," she pleads, her voice trembling. "I need more time."

"More time for what?" Mr. Gupta asks, his voice firm. "To decide if you want to marry a good boy from a good family? We've already made our decision. You will be married next week. No buts. Jimin, thank you for your time. Please leave and don't disturb my daughter again."

Y/N's eyes widen with panic as she watches Jimin's face fall. "Pa," she says, her voice shaky. "Please, I need to talk to him."

"Out of the question," Mr. Gupta says firmly, rising from his chair. "You will not disrespect our family's decision."

Y/N's eyes fill with tears as she looks at Jimin, silently begging him to understand. He nods, his expression unreadable. "Okay," he says quietly, standing up. "If that's what you want."

"It's not what I want," she whispers, her voice breaking. "But it's what I have to do."

Jimin nods, his eyes sad. "I know," he says, squeezing her hand one last time before letting go. "Call me if you need anything, okay?"

Y/N nods, unable to speak as she watches him leave, the door closing behind him with a finality that echoes through the house. She leans against the frame, her body trembling with unshed sobs. She knows her parents are just trying to protect her, but the thought of marrying someone she doesn't love is unbearable.

The next day, she pulls herself together and makes her way to Jimin's place. She's made up her mind; she can't drag him into this any further. She needs to end the fake relationship before it gets more complicated. She finds him in the kitchen, a sadness in his eyes that mirrors her own.

"Hey," he says softly, setting down the pan he's holding.

"Hi," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. "We need to put an end to this fake relationship deal."

Jimin's eyes widen in surprise, "What? Why?"

Y/N takes a deep breath, "It's just too much. I can't ask you to lie to your family like this, and I can't lie to mine either. I didn't even work in my case," she says, her voice shaking.

"Ok," Jimin says, "But I care about you, Y/N," Jimin says, taking a step closer to her. "I don't want to lose the friendship we have."

Y/N's eyes well up with tears. "I know you do," she says, her voice cracking. "I care about you to. We are friends. That won't change. But I am getting married next week. My fiance's coming to see me for the first time today."

Jimin's face falls, the weight of her words sinking in. "Married?" he repeats, his voice hoarse. "Your parents stuck to their word?"

Y/N nods, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. "They want what's best for me," she whispers. "And I'm done arguing. Besides, my fiance may turn out to be really nice and handsome."

Jimin swallows hard, his heart feeling like it's being squeezed in a vice. "Yeah, sure," he says, his voice forced. "You'll make a beautiful bride."

"Thanks," Y/N says, her voice small. "Do you want to help shop for a wedding dress?"

Jimin's eyes widen. "Me?" he stammers. "Aren't you supposed to do that with your family?"

"I know," Y/N says, her voice trembling. "But I trust your taste. And I… I don't know if I can do this alone."

Jimin nods, his throat tight. "Okay," he says. "I'll help." She was his friend, after all. And if this was what she needed from him, then he would be there for her. Right?

Y/N's eyes light up with gratitude, "Let's go!" she says.

In the car on the way to the bridal shop, the air is thick with unspoken words and emotions. Y/N's hands are clutching the seatbelt, her knuckles white with tension. Jimin breaks the silence first. "So, what kind of dress are you looking for?"

"I don't know," she admits. "Something traditional, but not too flashy."

Jimin nods, his eyes focused on the road ahead. "Okay," he says. "I'll make sure we find the perfect one."

Y/N smiles. "Thanks," she whispers. "I appreciate it."

They arrive at the bridal shop, and the moment they walk in, Y/N is overwhelmed by the sight of countless dresses in every color imaginable. The saleswoman looks at them expectantly.

"We're looking for a traditional Indian wedding dress," Y/N says, her voice shaking slightly.

The saleswoman nods, her smile professional. "Let's start with these," she says, gesturing to a rack of exquisite saris.

Y/N nods, trying to keep her composure as Jimin's gaze lingers on her. She selects a few options and heads to the fitting room, her heart racing. As she changes into the first one, she hears his footsteps outside the door.

"How's this?" she calls out, her voice shaking.

Jimin opens the curtain a crack, his eyes widening at the sight of her. "Perfect," he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion. "But let's try another one."

They spend hours in the fitting room, Jimin meticulously scrutinizing every detail of each sari, his eyes never leaving hers for long. She tries on dress after dress, each one more beautiful than the last. With each one, she feels a little more like a bride, a little less like a girl playing dress-up. His suggestions are always spot-on, his eye for beauty unmatched.

Finally, they find it—the perfect dress. It's a deep emerald green sari with intricate gold embroidery, the color making her skin glow like the moon in a midnight sky. Y/N gasps as she sees herself in the mirror, feeling like a princess. "This one," Jimin says firmly, his voice thick with emotion. "You look… stunning."

Jimin steps into the fitting room, Y/N's heart racing as Jimin's eyes lock onto hers. He reaches out, his fingertips brushing the fabric lightly. "Turn around," he whispers, his gaze intense. She does, feeling his warmth behind her. He steps closer, his breath on her neck as he carefully arranges the pallu of the sari.

"It's perfect," he murmurs, his hands lingering on her shoulders. "But let's make sure." He turns her to face the mirror, his hands resting lightly on her waist. She looks up at their reflection, their eyes meeting in the glass. His gaze is filled with something she can't quite decipher—desire, maybe, or perhaps just admiration.

Y/N's heart skips a beat as he leans in, his breath warm against her ear. "You know," he says softly, "this reminds me of that day we had to practice kissing for our 'relationship'."

Y/N nods, her throat dry. "Yeah," she whispers, her eyes locked onto his in the mirror.

Jimin turns her around and takes a deep breath, his eyes searching hers for permission. He leans in, and this time, it's not a choreographed kiss for their act. His lips are soft, tentative at first, as if asking if this is real. Y/N's eyes flutter shut, and she leans into him, her heart pounding. She feels his arms wrap around her waist, pulling her closer, his kiss deepening.

"Jimin," she whispers, her voice shaky.

"I know," he says, his voice filled with understanding. "But it feels right."

Y/N nods, her eyes brimming with tears. "We shouldn't. I'm getting married."

Jimin's grip on her waist tightens, his gaze never leaving hers in the mirror. "I know," he whispers, his voice thick with emotion. "But for this moment, can we just pretend that's not happening?"

Y/N's eyes are pools of conflicted feelings, but she nods ever so slightly, her breath hitching in her throat. He leans in again, and their lips meet in a kiss that is tender and true. It's not the frantic, passionate kiss from their practice sessions, but one that speaks of a quiet, burgeoning love that neither of them had expected.

As they pull away, Jimin whispers, "Y/N, you're amazing and you deserve everything good in the world. I hope your fiance can be that for you."

Her eyes are filled with unshed tears as she looks at him, unable to formulate any words.

"Jimin," she whispers, her voice trembling. He nods, understanding the unspoken question in her eyes. "You don't have to say anything that makes it harder."

He brushes a tear from her cheek with his thumb, and before she knows it, their lips are on each other again. This kiss is different from the others—it's filled with a desperation that makes her heart ache. It's a kiss that says everything they've held back, everything they can't have. Y/N's eyes squeeze shut, her hand coming up to cradle his face as she leans into him, her body pressed against his. She can feel the tremor in his chest, the rapid beat of his heart echoing her own.

The salty taste of tears mingles with their kiss, making it bittersweet. They're both crying now, their tears falling like raindrops on the silk of the sari. Jimin's hands tighten around her waist, pulling her closer as if he can somehow absorb her into him, keep her there forever. Y/N's breath comes in ragged gasps as she clings to him, her fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt. They're lost in the moment, the world outside the fitting room forgotten.

Their kiss is a silent conversation, a plea for more time, for a different outcome. His tongue traces the seam of her lips, coaxing them apart. Her mouth opens to him, welcoming him in. It's a kiss that says goodbye, a kiss that says I love you, a kiss that says I'm sorry. Y/N's hand slides up to cup his cheek, her thumb brushing away a tear that clings to his lashes. His eyes are closed, his face a picture of concentration as if he's trying to memorize every detail of her face.

In a second, it's over. They pull away, gasping for air. Y/N's eyes are wet with tears, and she quickly wipes them away. Jimin's face is flushed, his eyes searching hers for anything. But she doesn't have the words. They both know what they've done. They've crossed a line that can't be reached.

"Let's go," Y/N whispers, her voice trembling.

"Y/N, I need to tell-" Jimin starts.

"Jimin, please don't make this harder than it already is for me," Y/N says, her voice barely audible.

"But Y/N," Jimin starts, his voice laced with desperation.

"Please," she says, cutting him off. "Just take me home."

Jimin nods, his eyes filled with understanding, and they leave the bridal shop in silence. The drive back to her house is torturous, the unspoken words hanging heavily in the air between them. When they pull up to her house, she opens the door but pauses, looking back at him.

"Thank you," she whispers, her voice choked with emotion. "Wait here while I grab you something."

Y/N rushes into her room, her heart pounding. She grabs a small box from her desk drawer and quickly returns to Jimin. She opens the box to reveal a stunning pair of cufflinks, a perfect match to the wedding invitation she had picked out.

"These are for you," she says, her voice more confident. She holds out the invitation, "Please lets just forget about what happened today and be normal again. You're invited to my wedding."

Jimin stares at the invitation, his heart sinking. He takes it from her, his hands shaking. "Your wedding," he repeats, his voice hollow.

"Yes," Y/N says, her own voice trembling. "I want you to be there. As my best friend."

Jimin takes the invitation, his thumb tracing the gold embossed letters of her name and her fiancé's. He looks up at her, his eyes searching hers. "Y/N, I'll do what makes you and your family happy. I want whats best for you. I'll be there."

Y/N nods, a small smile playing on her lips, trying to keep her emotions in check. "Thank you," she whispers. "It means a lot to me."

Jimin nods, taking a deep breath. "Of course," he says, his voice a little shakier than he'd like. "I'll get going then. See you later."

Y/N nods, unable to say more. She watches as Jimin pulls away from the curb, the taillights of his car fading into the night. She takes a shaky breath and heads into the house, the weight of the situation settling heavily on her shoulders.

The days leading up to the wedding are a blur of rituals and preparations. Y/N's mother is in full wedding planner mode, her eyes shining with excitement. Y/N tries to ignore the pang of sadness in her chest every time she thinks about Jimin. She focuses on her duties, the haldi ceremony, the mehndi night, and the sangeet. Her heart feels like it's been squeezed into a tight fist, but she puts on a brave face for her family.

On the day of the wedding, Y/N is a vision in the emerald sari they picked out together. She stands in front of the mirror, her mother's gentle hands placing the final jewel in her hair. Her heart skips a beat when she sees the matching cufflinks Jimin had given her, gleaming in the soft light. She slips them into the pockets of her lehenga, a secret reminder of what she's leaving behind.

The wedding is a whirlwind of vibrant colors, the air filled with the sweet scent of jasmine and the sound of laughter and music. Y/N's eyes scan the crowd, looking for the one face that could provide her with comfort. She spots Jimin standing by the sidelines, looking dashing in a traditional sherwani. Their eyes lock, and for a moment, it feels like the world stops spinning. He gives her a small, sad smile, and she knows he's thinking about their stolen moments in the bridal shop.

Her groom, Raj Kapoor, is a nice man. He's kind and gentle, with a sense of humor that makes her smile. His eyes are warm and comforting as he takes her hand to lead her around the mandap for the pheras, the sacred rounds that signify their union. Y/N tries to focus on the meaning behind the rituals, to find solace in the ancient traditions that have brought them together. But every time she looks into his stranger eyes, she finds herself wanting to see Jimin's.

The wedding goes off without a hitch, the guests showering them with rice and petals as they are pronounced husband and wife. Y/N's heart feels like it's breaking into a thousand pieces, but she holds her head high, determined to make this marriage work. After all, she's known worse fates than marrying a good man and making her parents proud.

Once the initial rush of greetings and well-wishers subsides, Y/N slips away from the crowded banquet hall, searching for a moment's reprieve. She finds Jimin leaning against a pillar, his eyes distant as he watches the festivities.

"Jimin," she calls softly, and he turns to face her, the sadness in his eyes unmistakable.

"Hey," he says, his voice low.

"Hi," she says, trying to smile, but it comes out as a half-hearted grimace. "Thanks for coming."

"Congratulations," he replies, his eyes sad. "You look… beautiful. Now it's Mrs. Kapoor? He seems nice."

Y/N nods, her throat tight. "He is," she whispers. "My parents are really happy."

Jimin says, "And how about you?"

Y/N lies, "I am, too."

Jimin's gaze never leaves hers, his eyes searching for the truth she's hiding. He can see it in the way her eyes flicker, the slight tremble in her lower lip. "Y/N," he says softly, taking a step closer. But before he can say anything, Raj approaches, his smile wide and friendly.

"Hello," Raj says, extending his hand to Jimin. "I don't think we've met. You must be one of Y/N's college friends."

Jimin nods, his eyes never leaving Y/N's. "Jimin Park," he says, taking her new husband's hand. "A very close one."

"Oh, the businessman," Raj says with a nod. "Y/N has told me about you."

Y/N's heart races as she watches the two men interact. She's acutely aware of Jimin's eyes on her, feeling his silent question. She quickly jumps in, "Yes, we did a project together," she says, her voice a little too bright. "Jimin's family owns a big company."

"Ah, I see," Raj says, nodding with interest. "It was nice meeting you. I'll steal my wife from you now," he joked.

Y/N's heart squeezes at the word 'wife', and she can't help but look at Jimin's hand, remembering the way his fingers had felt intertwined with hers. His eyes drop to their joined hands, and she sees the flash of pain in his gaze before he forces a smile. "I'll take my leave, then." he says, his voice tight.

Y/N nods, feeling a sudden urge to grab him and tell him everything. But she knows she can't. "Ok, have a good night."

Jimin nods and walks away, leaving Y/N feeling more alone than ever before. She watches him until he's out of sight before turning to face her new husband, her heart heavy.

The days turn into weeks, and the weight of her decision presses down on her like a ton of bricks. Jimin throws himself into his work, rarely coming up for air. His office becomes his sanctuary, his laptop his only companion. He works tirelessly, preparing to take the reins of Park Industries, the company his father built from the ground up. His parents are proud, but there's a sadness in his eyes every time they look at him.

Y/N, on the other hand, tries her best to adjust to her new life. She moves into a beautiful house with Raj, her mind racing with thoughts of Jimin each time she passes the street where they used to walk together, holding hands and pretending to be in love. The house feels too big, too empty without his presence. She throws herself into her internship at Park Industries, determined to prove to herself that she can still be happy.

"You're going to do amazing things, Y/N," Raj says with a warm smile as he kisses her goodbye on her hand each morning. His support is unwavering, his belief in her unshakeable. Yet, she can't help but feel like a fraud.

Y/N nods and smiles back, swallowing the lump in her throat as she watches him leave for work. Their house, just a few blocks from her parent's place, feels like a prison of unspoken truths and forced smiles. She misses her couch, the coziness of a place that held only her secrets and memories of Jimin. The silence here is deafening, only filled with the echoes of their polite exchanges and the ticking of the grandfather clock in the hallway.

As soon as the door clicks shut, she lets out a sigh and sinks into the plush armchair by the window. She stares out at the unchanging view, her thoughts racing like a hamster on a wheel. The house is spotless, thanks to their live-in maid, but it feels empty without the mess of love that she and Jimin had created. She wonders how long she can keep playing this part of the happy wife. The walls seem to be closing in on her, and she craves the escape her internship at Park Industries offers.

One afternoon, as she's buried in paperwork at her desk, she feels a presence behind her. She turns to find Jimin, looking every inch the CEO in his sharp suit. His eyes are filled with concern as he takes in her hollow cheeks and the dark circles beneath her eyes.

"Y/N," he says gently. "Could you come to my office, please?"

Y/N nods, her heart racing. She follows him through the labyrinth of the office, feeling the weight of his gaze on her.

"Please, have a seat," Jimin says as they enter his office, his tone softer than she's ever heard it. She sits down, her hands clutching the edge of the chair.

"Y/N, I've noticed… you're not yourself. Are you okay?" His eyes are filled with genuine concern, and she feels a lump form in her throat.

"I'm fine," she says automatically, her voice wavering. But the lie tastes bitter on her tongue. "How have you been doing?"

Jimin's expression is unreadable. "Busy," he says curtly. "But that's not why I called you here. Has he been treating you badly?"

Y/N's eyes widen in surprise. "No," she says quickly. "Raj is super nice. He's away on business trips a lot, but when he's home, he's super nice."

Jimin nods, his gaze unwavering. "So he leaves you alone?"

"Mostly," Y/N says, her voice barely above a whisper. "But it's okay."

"It's not okay," Jimin says, his voice tight with barely contained anger. "You deserve someone who loves you every second of every day. Does he call you, at least?"

"Not really," Y/N whispered.

Jimin's jaw clenched, his eyes flashing. "What do you mean, not really?"

Y/N shrugged, looking down at her hands. "He's busy," she said. "We talk at dinner, but it's mostly about work or his day."

Jimin leaned forward, his hands clenched on the desk. "And what about you? Does he ask about your day?"

Y/N looked up, her eyes meeting his. "Sometimes," she said.

"Sometimes?" Jimin's voice was incredulous. "Idiot."

Y/N's head shot up at the sudden harshness, eyes wide. "What?"

"I said, 'idiot'. For not seeing how much better you deserve," Jimin clarified, his voice a mix of frustration and regret. "You shouldn't have to settle for someone who doesn't cherish every moment with you."

Y/N stared at him, her eyes wide with shock. "Jimin," she started, but he didn't let her finish.

"You're brilliant, Y/N. You're beautiful, and kind, and strong, and you deserve someone who sees that every single day." His words spilled out in a rush, each one more fervent than the last. "Someone who doesn't need a fake relationship to realize how amazing you are. Someone who doesn't need to practice kissing with you to know that your lips are heaven."

Y/N's eyes grew wide, her heart pounding in her chest as she took in Jimin's words. "Jimin, please," she whispered, "don't."

But he wasn't listening. His eyes blazed with passion and pain as he continued, "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, and I let you go. I let you marry someone who doesn't know the first thing about you. Who doesn't know how much you love your chai in the morning, or that you hate the sound of people chewing gum. I was too much of a coward to fight for you, and now…"

Y/N's eyes were brimming with tears as she watched him. She had never seen Jimin like this—so raw, so vulnerable. "Jimin," she whispered, reaching out to touch his hand. He flinched at her touch, his gaze snapping to hers.

"If you touch me, I won't be able to control myself."

Y/N's hand hovered in the air, and she slowly retracted it, understanding the turmoil raging in him. Jimin's eyes searched hers, a storm of emotions playing out across his face. "Y/N, I love you," he said, the words tearing out of him like a confession he'd held in for too long. "I've loved you since that first coffee date, when you made me laugh over something so small, but it felt like the most significant thing in the world. I didn't realize it until it was too late."

Her own emotions surfaced, a mix of joy and agony. "Jimin," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I love you too."

Their confession hung in the air, electric and palpable. For a moment, the world outside the office didn't matter. It was just the two of them, standing on the precipice of something real and profound. But reality crashed back in, and Y/N's eyes fell to the wedding band on her finger, a stark reminder of the life she had chosen.

"Jimin," she said, her voice thick with unshed tears, "it's too late. I'm married."

His face fell, the realization of their situation finally setting in. He took a step back, creating a space between them that felt like an unbridgeable chasm. "I know," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "But I had to tell you. I couldn't keep it in anymore. It was eating me out."

Y/N felt her heart crack into a million pieces, the pain of their love unrequited in the face of their current reality. "What do we do now?" she asked, her voice shaking.

Jimin took a deep breath, his eyes never leaving hers. "We keep going," he said, his voice firm despite the sadness in his eyes. "We support each other, like we always have. We pretend that this is just a job, that we're just colleagues. And we move on."

Y/N nodded, her eyes brimming with tears she refused to shed. She knew he was right; they had to keep up appearances. But the thought of pretending with Jimin, of acting like nothing had changed, was unbearable. "Okay," she whispered, her voice cracking.

Months passed, and the pain of her confession became a dull ache. Y/N threw herself into her work, finding solace in the numbers and deadlines that didn't demand her heart. But life had other plans for her. A few months after her wedding, the news broke like a storm—Raj had been caught cheating with a foreign businesswoman. The scandal was everywhere, and Y/N felt like her world was crumbling.

Her eyes were swollen from crying as she knocked on Jimin's office door, hoping to find refuge in his arms. He looked up, surprise flickering in his gaze before it was replaced by concern. He stood up and rushed over to her, taking her in his embrace without a word. For the first time in months, she felt safe.

"What happened?" Jimin's voice was low, his hand rubbing her back in soothing circles.

Y/N's words came out in a rush, tumbling over each other as she recounted the events of the day. "It's all over the news," she said, her voice thick with tears. "Raj… he's been having an affair."

Jimin's arms tightened around her, his heart breaking for her. He knew the pain of feeling unlovable, and he hated seeing her go through it. "I'm so sorry, Y/N," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

Y/N leaned into his embrace, feeling his warmth and the steady beat of his heart. She took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. "Thank you," she said, her voice muffled against his chest. "I don't know what to do."

Jimin held her tighter, his eyes burning with anger at the man who had hurt her so deeply. "You don't have to do anything right now," he said firmly. "Let's just get through today, okay?"

Y/N nodded, taking a shaky breath. "Okay," she murmured. Jimin's cologne filled her nose, bringing back memories of their stolen moments together. She closed her eyes and leaned into his chest, feeling his heartbeat against her cheek. It was comforting, familiar.

Y/N pulled away slightly, her eyes searching his. "Jimin, I need you to kiss me."

He froze, his heart hammering in his chest. "What?"

Y/N looked up at him, her eyes filled with a desperation he had never seen before. "I need you to kiss me, Jimin. I can't do this anymore. I've loved you so much for so long and it's ripping me apart. But now that Raj and I won't be together, I don't need to hold back anymore. I can't."

Jimin stared at her for a moment, his own emotions a tumultuous storm. He knew he shouldn't, knew it was wrong, but the love for Y/N was too strong. He leaned down, his breath warm against her cheek as he whispered, "Y/N, I've wanted to do this since the day I watched you walk down the aisle."

Their eyes locked, and in that moment, all the barriers, the fears, and the societal expectations crumbled. He kissed her, his lips tentative at first, as if asking for permission. But as she melted into him, her arms wrapping around his neck, the kiss grew deeper, more desperate. It was as if they were trying to make up for lost time, to reclaim the moments stolen by their fake relationship and the man who had betrayed her.

Y/N's hand slid into Jimin's hair, pulling him closer, as his hands found their way to her waist, holding her tightly. The kiss was everything they had been denied—passionate, tender, and filled with the love they had for each other.

"I'm sorry," Jimin murmured against her lips, his breath warm and uneven. "I should've fought for you."

Y/N's eyes searched his, the truth of his words resonating deep within her. "It's not your fault," she whispered. "I didn't know how to tell you, and now…"

Jimin's thumb traced her jawline, his eyes full of love. "Let me love you now."

Y/N nodded, her eyes fluttering shut as Jimin's hand slid around the back of her neck, pulling her closer. Their kisses grew more urgent, their breaths mingling in the quiet room. They had waited so long for this, denied themselves so much, and now it all spilled over like a dam breaking.

Without breaking their kiss, Jimin's hand slid down her back, finding the zipper of her dress. He pulled it down gently, and she shivered at the cool air that met her bare skin. He kissed her neck, his breath hot against her, as he peeled the fabric away, exposing her to his eyes. She could feel his need for her, and it made her own desires burn brighter.

Y/N's knees gave way, and she found herself lying back on the couch, Jimin hovering over her, his eyes filled with a hunger she had never seen before. He kissed her again, his hand sliding under her skirt to caress her thigh. The warmth of his touch sent a jolt through her body, and she wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer.

Jimin groaned against her mouth, his hand moving higher, his thumb brushing against the lace of her panties. She could feel his arousal pressing into her, and she knew she wanted him just as much. He broke the kiss, his eyes searching hers for confirmation. She nodded, her breath shallow, and he took it as the invitation it was. He kissed her neck, his teeth grazing her skin as his hand cupped her through the fabric, making her gasp.

"Baby," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "You're so wet for me."

Y/N's cheeks flushed with heat, and she couldn't help but moan as Jimin's finger slid beneath the fabric, teasing her sensitive skin. He kissed her neck, his tongue tracing a hot line along her collarbone, making her arch into him. Her hands found the buttons of his shirt, frantically working to free his bare chest. She needed to feel his skin against hers, to erase the months of longing that had built up between them.

"You're so beautiful," Jimin murmured against her ear, his breath hot and ragged. His hands roamed over her body, setting her nerves alight with every touch.

"Tell me what you want," Jimin demanded, his voice low and rough. Y/N's cheeks were aflame, but she didn't shy away from his gaze.

"I want you," she whispered, her voice trembling with need. "I want all of you."

Jimin's eyes darkened, and his hands stilled. "Fuck, I'm yours, baby," he said, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down her spine. He kissed her again, his tongue delving into her mouth as his hand slid down her body, cupping her firmly through her panties.

Y/N's hips jerked, and she moaned into his mouth, her body responding instinctively to his touch. "Tell me you're mine," he murmured, his teeth grazing her earlobe. "Tell me you want me as much as I want you."

"Yes, Jimin," she gasped, her hands fumbling with the buckle of his belt. "I'm yours. I've always been yours."

With those words, his control snapped. He slid two fingers into her, feeling her tightness and warmth, her wetness coating him. Y/N's eyes rolled back, and she let out a moan that was music to his ears. "Fuck," he murmured, watching her face contort with pleasure. "You're so perfect. Your little pussy is so tight around my fingers."

"Jimin," she gasped, her hips rocking into his hand. He curled his fingers, hitting that sweet spot deep within her, making her cry out his name. "Yes, like that," she panted, her nails digging into his shoulders.

He watched her, his eyes dark with desire. "You're so responsive," he murmured. "Your body tells me exactly what you need." His thumb circled her clit as he pushed deeper, her walls tightening around him.

"Jimin," she moaned, her eyes squeezed shut. "More."

He complied eagerly, adding a third finger and pumping them in and out of her in a steady rhythm. "Like this, baby?" he asked, his voice strained with his own desire.

Y/N could only nod, her eyes screwed shut as pleasure crashed through her. "Yes," she panted. "Just like that."

Jimin groaned, his own arousal straining against his pants. He needed to taste her, needed to show her just how much he adored her. He slid his fingers out of her, making her whimper at the sudden emptiness, and then his mouth was there, replacing his hand.

Y/N's eyes shot open in surprise, and she watched as he licked her folds, his eyes on hers, watching her reactions, learning her body's language of desire. "Jimin," she gasped, her hips bucking upwards to meet his mouth.

"Does that feel good, baby?" he murmured against her, his breath fanning her sensitive flesh.

Y/N nodded, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy. "Yes," she moaned. His tongue still moving, Jimin's skilled fingers had her panting and begging for more. He slid them in and out, curling them in just the right way to hit her g-spot, making her body tighten around him.

"You're so wet," Jimin murmured, his voice filled with awe as he tasted her. "So fucking wet for me."

Y/N's thighs trembled as she felt him lick and suck, his tongue swirling around her clit with a skill that left her breathless. Her body responded to him in ways she had never experienced before, a symphony of sensations that had her on the edge of release. She threaded her fingers through his hair, holding him to her as she rocked her hips, urging him on.

"Jimin, please," she begged, her voice hoarse with need. "More."

Without a moment's hesitation, Jimin's teeth sunk into the soft fold of her pussy, and she screamed his name, the pleasure bordering on painful. He chuckled darkly against her skin, the vibration sending another shockwave through her.

"You like that, don't you?" he murmured, his breath hot against her clit.

"Oh, god, yes," she gasped, her voice a desperate whine.

"You're so beautiful," Jimin said, his voice thick with need. "So fucking perfect."

Y/N's body trembled as he took her folds between his thumb and index finger, pinching them gently at first before increasing the pressure. "Oh, god," she moaned, her eyes flying open to meet his.

"Does it feel good, baby?" Jimin's voice was rough with desire, his eyes never leaving hers as he worked her clit with his thumb and slid his fingers into her again.

Y/N nodded frantically, her body a live wire of pleasure. "Yes," she moaned, her voice high and desperate. "So good."

Jimin's eyes lit up with satisfaction as he watched her response. He knew he had her right where he wanted her—on the brink of ecstasy, begging for more. He pinched her folds harder, rolling them in his fingers before letting go with a sharp twist. She screamed, her body arching off the couch, her eyes squeezed shut.

"Look at me," he ordered, his voice commanding. Y/N's eyes flew open, locking onto his, and he could see the need in them. "I want to watch you come."

Y/N's breath hitched in her throat as Jimin's thumb and forefinger found her sensitive clit again. He rubbed and pinched, his movements rough and demanding. She felt the pressure building, her muscles tightening, and she knew she was close.

"Tell me when," Jimin said, his eyes never leaving hers. "I want to feel you come apart around my hand. Don't break eye contact."

Y/N nodded, her breath coming in shallow gasps. "Now," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Jimin's eyes never left hers as he applied more pressure, his thumb and forefinger moving in a merciless rhythm that had her body tensing. "Come for me, baby," he urged, his voice low and demanding. "Let go."

Y/N felt the orgasm building, a crescendo of pleasure that seemed to fill her entire being. "I'm… I'm close," she panted, her eyes locked onto his, her hips moving in sync with his hand.

"Good," Jimin murmured, his voice low and seductive. He increased the pressure on her clit, his thumb and forefinger working in unison, creating a delicious friction that had her toes curling. "Come for me, baby. Let me see you lose control."

Y/N's breath hitched, and she felt the heat rising in her cheeks as she stared into Jimin's eyes. She had never been with a man who was so attentive, so focused on her pleasure. "JIMIN!"

His name tore from her throat as the orgasm crashed over her, her body convulsing around his fingers. She watched as his eyes darkened, his pupils dilating with satisfaction at her release. He didn't stop, instead increasing the pace and pressure, drawing out her pleasure until she was a trembling mess beneath him.

"You're so fucking beautiful when you come," Jimin murmured, kissing her inner thigh. "Do you know that?"

Y/N's breath hitched as she tried to regain control of her racing heart. "I've never… never felt like this before," she confessed, her cheeks flaming.

Jimin chuckled, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. He leaned back, his hand sliding out of her, and brought his glistening fingers to his mouth. He sucked them clean, his eyes never leaving hers, savoring the taste of her arousal. "You're addicting, baby," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

Y/N watched, her eyes wide, as he licked each digit with a slow, deliberate stroke of his tongue. She felt a renewed sense of arousal watching him, his actions so intimate and erotic. "Jimin," she breathed, her voice shaky.

"Mm," he hummed, his eyes flicking up to hers before returning to the task at hand. "So sweet," he murmured, his voice thick with desire as he cleaned her pussy thoroughly.

Y/N watched, a mix of shock and arousal playing across her face as Jimin licked and sucked at her sensitive skin, not leaving an inch of cum behind.

"Jimin," she whimpered, her legs trembling. "Enough teasing."

He smirked against her skin, his warm breath fanning over her sensitive nipples. "But you're so delicious," he murmured, his hands moving up to her shoulders to gently push the fabric of her blouse down. "So, so delicious."

Y/N's heart hammered in her chest as she felt the cool air kiss her skin. "Jimin," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I need you."

With a gentle touch, Jimin hooked his fingers under the edge of her bra and began to lift it up. "Let me see you, baby," he murmured, his eyes filled with a fierce tenderness.

Y/N's hands fluttered to cover her chest, a blush creeping up her neck. "Jimin," she protested weakly, but he shushed her, his eyes never leaving hers.

"Let me, baby," he whispered, his voice filled with a gentle demand that she couldn't resist. With trembling fingers, she reached back and unclasped her bra, the material falling away to reveal her soft, brown mounds.

Jimin's eyes darkened with lust as he took in the sight of her. "So beautiful," he murmured, his hands sliding up to cup her breasts. He leaned down, his mouth capturing one nipple, his tongue flicking over the sensitive peak.

"Oh, Jimin," Y/N gasped, arching her back into his touch. She had never felt so exposed, so desired. Her hands tangled in his hair, holding him to her as he sucked and bit, his teeth grazing her skin.

"You like that?" he murmured, his mouth moving to her other breast.

Y/N's breath hitched as she nodded, her eyes fluttering shut. "Yes," she whimpered. "It feels… amazing."

Jimin's hands continued to knead her breasts, his thumbs teasing the sensitive peaks as his mouth traveled lower, kissing a trail down her sternum. He reached her belly button, his tongue darting out to circle it before diving in, exploring the depths of her navel. "You taste so good," he murmured, his voice muffled against her skin.

Y/N giggled, the sensation tickling. "Jimin," she protested, but the sound was breathless, her body betraying her.

He looked up at her, a smirk playing on his lips. "What, baby?" he asked, his voice muffled by her belly. "You don't like this?"

Y/N's cheeks burned, but she couldn't hide the smile that tugged at her own. "It's just… it tickles," she giggled.

Jimin's eyes sparkled with amusement, his hands still kneading her breasts. "Is that so?" He kissed her belly button again, this time his tongue swirling around it before dipping in deeper, eliciting a surprised gasp from her. "Does this feel better?"

"Yes," Y/N giggled, squirming beneath his touch.

"I'm just getting started," Jimin said, his eyes dark with desire. He reached her navel again, this time his tongue tracing a slow, deliberate circle around it. "You're so sensitive here," he murmured, his breath warm against her skin.

"Jimin," Y/N gasped, her hips bucking slightly. She couldn't believe how much his mouth on her belly was driving her wild. "It feels weird."

He chuckled, his breath warm and moist against her skin. "Weird good or weird bad?" he teased, his tongue darting out to flick her navel again.

"Good," she moaned, her eyes squeezing shut as the sensation grew more intense. Jimin's tongue moved in slow, deliberate circles, the gentle pressure making her squirm with pleasure.

Y/N's hand found the back of his head, her fingers threading through his hair as she urged him closer. He chuckled against her skin, the vibrations sending a delicious shiver down her spine. "You're so responsive, baby," he murmured, his breath hot against her stomach.

Jimin's tongue danced around her navel, flicking and swirling in a hypnotic pattern. It was a sensation she had never felt before, a strange mix of tickling and arousal that had her hips lifting off the couch. "Jimin," she moaned, her voice thick with desire. "What are you doing to me?"

His eyes never left hers as he continued his sweet torment. "Exploring," he murmured, his voice low and seductive. "Your body is like a map, Y/N, and I want to know every inch of you."

Y/N felt her core tighten at his words, and she couldn't help but let out a soft moan as his tongue delved into the sensitive dip of her navel. It was as if he had discovered a secret spot, a button that sent electric currents through her body, making her squirm with need. His movements were slow, deliberate, and maddening, as if he knew exactly how much she could take before begging for more.

Jimin's fingers, still slick from her earlier release, slid back down her body, finding their way to her pussy once again. He parted her folds, his digits slipping in and out with ease, his eyes never leaving hers. Y/N's hips bucked upwards, eager for the friction, and he chuckled darkly at her desperation. The sound of his fingers moving in and out of her filled the room, a wet, delicious sound that only served to heighten her arousal.

"So greedy," Jimin murmured against her stomach, his tongue still playing with her navel. His fingers curled, hitting that spot inside her that made her toes curl and her back arch. "You want more, don't you, baby?"

Y/N could only nod, her breath coming in shallow pants. Jimin's eyes gleamed with satisfaction, and he slid his hand away from her, leaving her feeling empty and needy. "Take off your skirt," he instructed, his voice low and commanding.

With trembling hands, Y/N did as she was told, her cheeks flaming as she revealed herself to him. He took a moment to appreciate the view, her legs bare and spread wide, inviting him in. "Fuck, baby," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "You're so wet."

Jimin's eyes never left hers as his thumb circled her clit, the pad of his thumb applying just the right amount of pressure. "Look at me," he ordered, his voice firm. Y/N's eyes snapped to his, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as his thumb moved in tight circles.

Her body was on fire, every nerve ending alight with pleasure as he continued to torment her. She felt like she was drowning in it, like she could never get enough of him. His fingers slid in and out of her in a rhythm that was both torturous and exquisite.

Y/N's hips rolled with his touch, seeking more, her breath coming in pants. "Jimin," she gasped, her eyes squeezed shut as she fought the urge to come again. "I can't…"

He ignored her, his tongue pressing deeper into her navel, his breath hot against her skin. His fingers curled inside her, hitting that spot that made her legs shake, and she couldn't help but moan. "You can," he murmured, his voice a dark promise. "You can handle it."

Y/N's eyes snapped open, meeting his intense gaze. "But… but it feels…" she couldn't find the words to explain the delicious ache building within her.

"It's supposed to," Jimin murmured, his eyes hooded with lust. His thumb continued to circle her clit, his other fingers working their magic inside her. She watched as he leaned back slightly, his eyes never leaving hers, and licked his palm before bringing his hand back to her pussy. He smeared the saliva over her clit, his fingers coating her in wetness before diving back in.

The sensation was new, the feel of his wet hand on her skin sending a fresh wave of heat through her. "Oh," she gasped, her body tightening around his hand. "What are you doing?"

"Making sure you're ready for me," Jimin replied, his voice a low purr. He watched as her eyes grew wide, her breathing shallow. "You're so tight, baby."

Y/N's legs trembled as he spoke, his words sending a shiver down her spine. She felt his hand move away, and she bit her lip, anticipating his next move. He stood up, his erection straining against his pants, and she couldn't help but admire the way his muscles rippled as he undid his belt and zipped down his fly.

Her eyes widened as he pulled out his cock, the sight of him making her feel both nervous and incredibly aroused. He was bigger than she had imagined, and the thought of him filling her made her pussy clench in anticipation. Jimin's eyes never left hers as he stepped closer, his hand reaching out to touch her face gently.

"You're okay?" he asked, his voice thick with need. Y/N nodded, unable to find the words to respond as she took in the beauty of him, standing before her, completely naked and vulnerable.

Jimin stepped closer, his cock jutting towards her. Y/N's eyes widened as he positioned himself at her entrance, the tip of his cock nudging against her swollen clit. "Ready?" he whispered, his voice a hoarse whisper.

Y/N nodded, her eyes never leaving his. "Yes," she murmured, her voice a shaky breath.

Jimin's hand slid down her body, his fingertips teasing her folds before he pushed the head of his cock against her. "You're so wet," he murmured, his voice thick with need. "So ready for me."

Y/N nodded, her eyes never leaving his as he pushed into her inch by inch. The feeling was overwhelming, the stretch and the fullness unlike anything she had ever experienced. She felt a twinge of pain, but it was quickly overshadowed by the intense pleasure that followed as he filled her completely.

Jimin's eyes searched hers, watching for any sign of discomfort, but all he saw was the raw need reflected back at him. He groaned as her warm, wet heat enveloped him, the sensation so exquisite he thought he might come right then and there. With a gentle hand on her cheek, he leaned down to kiss her, their lips moving in a silent promise of love and passion.

Y/N's body tensed around him as he began to move, her nails digging into the couch cushions as she tried to adjust to the feeling of him inside her. It was tight, a little painful even, but the way he kissed her made it feel like she could handle anything he gave her. Jimin's movements were slow and deliberate, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through her body.

He broke the kiss, his eyes searching hers. "You okay, baby?" he asked, his voice thick with concern.

Y/N nodded, biting her lip to keep from crying out as he pulled almost all the way out before sliding back in. "It's just… it's a lot," she admitted, her eyes squeezed shut.

"I know," Jimin murmured, his voice soothing. "Take your time. We'll go as slow as you need." He kissed her again, his hips moving in a gentle rhythm that had her body slowly relaxing around him. "You're doing so well, baby."

Y/N nodded, her eyes fluttering open to meet his. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice shaky. She watched as his muscles tensed and relaxed with each stroke, his eyes never leaving hers. His gentleness was surprising.

Jimin's pace grew steadier, his cock sliding in and out of her with an ease that she hadn't anticipated. Each time he filled her, she felt a spark of pleasure that grew stronger with every movement. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper, and she could feel her orgasm building again.

"Jimin," she gasped, her voice a needy whine. "It feels…"

"Good?" he asked, his voice strained as he fought to keep his own pleasure at bay. He didn't want to come before she did.

"Faster," Y/N panted, her nails digging into his back as she urged him to go faster. Jimin complied, his hips moving with more urgency as he claimed her body completely. She felt herself climbing higher and higher, each stroke sending her closer to the edge.

Jimin's hand moved to her clit, his thumb circling the sensitive nub as he drove into her. The combination was too much, and she felt herself teetering on the brink of release. "Oh, Jimin," she gasped, her body tightening around him. "I'm… I'm going to come."

His eyes darkened, and his movements grew more urgent. "Do it, baby," he murmured, his voice strained with his own need. "Come for me."

Y/N felt the orgasm hit her like a freight train, her body convulsing around his cock. She cried out, her nails raking down his back as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. Jimin's eyes never left hers as he watched her come apart, the sight of her in the throes of ecstasy pushing him closer to the edge.

"Fuck," he groaned, his hips pistoning faster, his thumb pressing down hard on her clit. "You're so beautiful, baby. So fucking beautiful."

Y/N's body was a symphony of sensation, each stroke of his cock and flick of his thumb sending her spiraling into a vortex of pleasure. She felt him swell inside her, knew he was close. "Jimin," she whispered, her voice shaky. "I'm… I'm…"

"I know, baby," he gritted out, his eyes never leaving hers as he chased his own climax. His movements grew more erratic, his breath ragged. "Come with me."

Y/N could feel the tension in his body, the way his muscles tightened as he neared the edge. She wrapped her legs around him, her heels digging into his ass as she urged him on. The friction of his thumb on her clit was unbearable, sending her spiraling closer to a fourth orgasm. "I'm… I'm trying," she moaned.

"Good girl," Jimin murmured, his voice thick with his own need. His thumb moved faster, his eyes never leaving hers as he watched her face contort with pleasure. "Come for me, baby. Let me see you come again."

Y/N's eyes rolled back in her head, her body tensing as she felt the orgasm approaching. "Jimin," she moaned, her voice a desperate plea. She was so close, so close.

And then it hit her, a tidal wave of pleasure that had her screaming his name, her body clamping down on him as she came, her walls pulsing around his cock. Jimin's eyes widened, the sight of her pleasure pushing him over the edge. He thrust into her one last time, burying himself deep as he came, his release filling her up.

For a moment, they stayed like that, their bodies joined, their breaths mingling. Jimin's thumb slowed on her clit, his movements gentle now as he rode out his own orgasm. Y/N's legs trembled, her body still shaking with the aftershocks of pleasure.

Finally, he pulled out, his cock glistening with their combined juices. He leaned down to kiss her, his tongue sliding into her mouth as if he couldn't get enough of her taste. Y/N moaned into the kiss, her arms wrapping around his neck as she clung to him.

Breaking away, Jimin looked into her eyes, his own filled with a mix of concern and desire. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice gentle. Y/N nodded, a soft smile playing on her lips.

"More than okay," she murmured, her chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. "That was…" she searched for the right word, but nothing seemed to encapsulate the intensity of what they had just shared.

Jimin leaned back, his hand caressing her cheek. "I've been waiting to hear you scream my name like that for so long," he admitted, his voice low and filled with emotion.

Y/N's cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red. "I didn't know it could be like that," she whispered, her eyes still glazed with passion.

Jimin pulled out of her, his cock slipping free with a wet sound that had her biting her lip. He sat back on the couch, pulling her into his lap. "Neither did I," he admitted, his voice rough. "Not with anyone else."

Y/N looked up at him, her eyes searching his. "What do we do now?" she asked, her voice trembling. The reality of their situation was setting in, the weight of their actions heavy on her shoulders.

Jimin sighed, his thumb tracing circles on her cheek. "Will you marry me?"

Y/N's eyes widened in shock, her breath catching in her throat. "What?" she whispered, sure she had heard him wrong.

Jimin's gaze was steady, his voice firm as he repeated his question. "Marry me, Y/N. Make this real, for your parents to get off your back."

Y/N's heart hammered in her chest as she processed his words. The heat between their bodies was palpable, the scent of their shared passion lingering in the air. "Jimin, I…" she began, but her voice trailed off, unsure of what to say.

"Think about it," he urged, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. "We can make it work, I know we can." His arms tightened around her, and she felt his warmth seep into her bones. The idea was ludicrous, but the sincerity in his voice was undeniable.

Y/N swallowed hard, her mind racing with the implications of his proposal. "Let me divorce Raj first. Then I'll marry you."

Jimin's eyes searched hers, the gravity of her words sinking in. He nodded, his expression a mix of relief and determination. "I'll help you through it," he promised, his arms tightening around her.

Y/N leaned into him, feeling the rapid beat of his heart against her chest. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice shaky.

Jimin's arms tightened around her. "Don't thank me," he said gruffly. "You deserve to be happy, and if that means being with me, then I'll fight for us."

Y/N nodded, a sense of peace washing over her. "Let's do it," she whispered. Jimin's smile was the sweetest thing she had ever seen, a mix of relief and hope that made her heart soar.

Days turned into weeks, and with Jimin's help, she navigated the painful process of her divorce from Raj. To her surprise, her parents were more understanding than she had ever imagined. They had seen the love she and Jimin had for each other, and after a heart-to-heart conversation, they had given their blessing.

"Y/N, I know this isn't what we had planned for you," her mother said, her voice filled with a rare softness. "But your happiness is all that matters to us. "

Y/N looked at her dad, who nodded solemnly, his hand resting on her mother's. "We've seen the way Jimin looks at you," he added. "And how you light up around him. We can't ignore that."

Her mother took a deep breath, wiping away a tear. "We just want you to be happy, beta," she said. "If he makes you happy, then we support your decision."

Y/N felt a weight lift from her shoulders. She had been so scared of their reaction, but here they were, understanding and accepting. "Thank you," she said, her voice thick with emotion.

The months that followed were a whirlwind of planning and preparation. A fusion of Indian and Korean traditions, their wedding was set to be the event of the season. The guest list grew longer with each passing day, filled with the who's who of both communities. The pressure was on, but Jimin was by her side every step of the way, his love and support unwavering.

The day of the wedding finally arrived, a vibrant tapestry of colors and culture. The grandeur of the venue was a testament to the union of two families, each with their own distinct heritage. Y/N looked breathtaking in a custom-made lehenga, her eyes sparkling with excitement and nerves. Jimin, dressed in a traditional Korean groom's attire, couldn't help but stare at her, his heart swelling with pride.

Their friends and family, a mix of Indian and Korean traditions, had flown in from across the globe. The air was filled with a symphony of languages and laughter as everyone mingled, eager for the main event to begin. Y/N's parents had pulled out all the stops, ensuring that every detail reflected the love story that had blossomed between their daughter and Jimin.

The wedding ceremony itself was a spectacle of color and emotion. The stage was set with an intricate blend of reds, golds, and pinks, traditional to an Indian wedding, alongside the elegant simplicity of white, a staple in Korean ceremonies. The scent of jasmine and roses filled the grand ballroom, as the sweet sounds of a sitar and a traditional Korean string instrument wove together in a melodic harmony.

Y/N walked down the aisle, her heart racing with excitement and love for Jimin. She could feel the weight of hundreds of eyes on her, but all she saw was him, waiting for her at the altar with a smile that seemed to hold the universe within it. Her father gave her away, his eyes misty with joy and a hint of sadness, as she stepped into a new chapter of her life.

"You look like a goddess," Jimin murmured as she reached him, his voice thick with emotion.

Y/N looked into his eyes, feeling a rush of love so profound she thought she might burst. "And you, a king," she replied, her voice a whisper.

Their wedding was a spectacle to behold, a true fusion of their two worlds. The pandit and the minister exchanged knowing glances, their voices rising and falling in a harmonious blend of Sanskrit and Korean as they recited their vows. The air was electric with love and anticipation as they exchanged garlands of marigolds and jasmine, the scent of incense and traditional Korean spices swirling around them.

"With this jaee, I promise to cherish and protect you," Jimin murmured, his eyes never leaving hers as he tied the sacred knot around her neck.

Y/N's heart raced as she whispered her vows in return, feeling the weight of the gold necklace, a symbol of their union. "And with this mangalsutra, I pledge to love and honor you," she responded, her voice steady despite the nerves dancing in her stomach.

The room erupted in applause as they were pronounced husband and wife. Jimin leaned in, capturing her lips in a tender kiss that promised a lifetime of passion and love. The crowd cheered, a cacophony of English, Hindi, and Korean, their friends and family showering them in a rain of rice and flower petals. Y/N's eyes sparkled with joy as she broke away, her cheeks flushed a pretty shade of pink.

"Mr. and Mrs. Park," the DJ announced, and the music swelled, a fusion of Bollywood beats and K-Pop anthems. The dance floor filled with a riot of color, as guests in elegant saris and traditional Korean garb mingled and danced together. Jimin's friends from the company whispered congratulations, their eyes lingering on the stunning new CEO and his equally enchanting bride.

Y/N's heart was in her throat as she and Jimin stepped into the center of the dance floor, his hand firmly around her waist. "Ready?" he murmured into her ear, his breath tickling her neck. She nodded, her palms damp with nerves. The spotlight found them, and the crowd parted to make way for their first dance.

"This is it," she whispered, her eyes meeting his.

Jimin nodded, his grip on her hand tightening. "We're in this together, Y/N."

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My high-school worst enemy | Park Jimin ff part 7

Summary : Park Jimin was a jerk and you hated him your entire time in high school but what happens when he isn't the asshole he appears to be?

genre: angst and fluff.

warnings : swearing, a bit of bullying and violence.

author's note: this chapter is also long, i'm sorry.

Laying on your bed, thinking about the day's events while holding your pillow over your face and squealing into it. Why the fuck were you so excited? Your vibrated instantly gaining your attention. You unlocked it and an Instagram notification popped up on your screen. 'Parkjimin1306 is following you, would you like to follow back?' You weren't entirely shocked but a part of you had expected it, given the fact that you were now friends and he had liked your post before.

The idea sent blush to your cheeks and your body warmed up at the thought. Were you really blushing? The fuck? Your emotions were seriously messed up. You snuggled into your cozy blanket while shrieking and giggling like an idiot. Your door clicked open and you realized that you must have looked like a freak in front of the unknown person. Turning to face the door, you were met with the sight of Jungkook with an amused expression on his face.

"You look like a pig so tell me, what's got you smiling like a fool." He questioned arching a brow. Your vision blinded briefly by a light, that's when you realized he was taking a picture of you. Oh gosh. "Shut up." You mumbled internally groaning. This was so fucking embarrassing. "You look like a chihuahua, you know?" He asked with his stupid smug smile, your hands itched to slap it off his face. "Coming from an animal born into a family of apes." You retorted, hiding your face under your blanket in embarrassment.

This banter was normal between you both. Well, it sounded weird but calling each other names or hitting each other was your love language. You were always arguing and on each others' necks, in a good way. Kind of.

"I'm being serious this time, what got you smiling like that?" He asked, his expression neutral. You were reluctant to tell him but he would find out eventually. It's bound to happen especially when he knows when you aren't being honest. To be blunt, he knew every detail about you especially the fact that you were a terrible liar. You couldn't lie to save your life. There was no point lying to him, it really isn't that big of a deal. But the amount of teasing you'll get. Gosh, he was really sent by God to torment you for all the sins you have committed.

''You know Jimin yeah?" You cleared your throat awaiting his response, even though you already knew the answer. "Of course I do! He's my teammate, the one you hate, what about him?" He paused "Wait. Don't tell me-" ''It's not like that!" You shouted, cutting him off before he got the wrong idea. "Well, umm I-we umm, we're kind of friends, yeah Jimin and I are friends now." You said slowly, eyes looking expectant at him, waiting for his reaction. "What!" His eyebrow shot up in surprise.

"Wait. Let me get this straight, I need some time to process this. You mean my teammate, Jimin, the one you hate, the one that embarrassed you in the school's hallway, in front of everyone is now your friend?" He questioned with wide eyes as you nodded your head up and down as a yes. "Wow! Shocking." He muttered still letting your revelation sink in.

"Well... yeah?" You said a bit nervous. ''So, how the fuck did it happen? I'm curious, I mean you hold grudges, no offence." He questioned, rushing to sit down at the side of your bed. "Spill the tea." Jeez, he loved gossip way too much to be called a boy. ''None taken, umm you know how he's my partner for my science project yeah? Well he took me to his house and made me jjajangmyeon. We talked and he apologized. I forgave him and we're friends now, He's a better cook than you, no offence." You explained causing Jungkook to gasp. "What the fuck? He took you to his house?! Made you jjajangmyeon?! And apologized?! How the hell does his cooking compete with mine? How dare you!" His eyes were as wide as saucers, you snorted at this.

"Oh wow. So you're just gonna replace me when I'm still alive and breathing fine?" He continued. "Of course not. You need to calm down there, way too many questions. Why are you even shocked?" You asked, your eyebrows scrunched in confusion.

"First of all, Jimin never cooks for a random person. Secondly, he never takes a random person to his house, I've only been there like four times and thirdly, his pride is over the roof and he can't hurt his ego for shit, so apologizing to you means he actually means it. What the hell did you do to him?" "Really? And for your information I did nothing to him." You huffed. "Whatever." He rolled his eyes. "He was very nice though." "See, I told you he wasn't that bad." He replied with a cocky smile. "Now let's watch Rebel Ridge."He said changing the topic. "Hey!" You whined when he pulled the blanket off you.

"It's mine now." He said hugging the blanket to himself. "You did not just do that!" You gasped dramatically before lunging at him and dragging the blanket away from him. You both ended up sharing the blanket. You covered your your eyes during the fighting scenes and Jungkook would laugh and call you a baby and you would stuff popcorn into his mouth to shut him up.

You enjoyed your movie night and you decided to follow Jimin back on Instagram. He was definitely not the asshole he seemed like in school and he was so freaking hot! He even has tattoos, the fuck? You really need to get your brain checked because why the hell was your mind getting dirty? Were you attracted to him? Hell no! Of course not, right?

After the movie ended, you chased Jungkook to the couch in your room and slept comfortably. For the first time in your life you were actually looking forward to school tomorrow.

It was time for school and you actually woke up before Jungkook. He was a morning person and he woke up at 6 am every morning, but you woke up at 5 :45 am today which is quite unusual. What was wrong with you these days? When Jungkook woke up to see you brushing your teeth he screamed, as in SCREAMED! "This is a dream right? I think I should go back to sleep and wake up again just to make sure." He exclaimed dramatically before covering his face with his blanket. He wasn't actually kidding, he was really trying to go back to sleep and he says you're the dumb one. Well takes one to know one.

"Get up! This isn't a fucking dream! I don't want to be late for school!" You screamed even though you still have two hours before school starts. "Stop lying and looking for excuses. Just say you wanna meet your 'new friend', Jimin at school." He snorted, air quoting his words before sitting up. "Ouch!" He screamed, when you hit him with a pillow, even though it didn't hurt.

"Shut up you asshole!" You gritted your teeth. "Like it's not true, lover girl." He teased, instantly regretting it when you landed a hit on his head. "What the hell did I do!" He asked pretending to be innocent. ''You know exactly what you did you dork." You scoffed. "Now go get ready while I make breakfast.'' You said before leaving your room.

When you got to school, you were in a happy mood. You're just hoping this depressing school doesn't change that. After taking your things from your locker you decided to listen music on your headphones. Talk that talk by TWICE was playing and you were just vibing. "Tell me what you want, tell me what you-" You stopped singing when you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned and saw Jimin.

"Hey." He greeted with the smile you were getting familiar with. "Hey." You greeted back while turning your headphones off feeling slightly embarrassed that he caught you singing. He must have noticed because his next words shocked you. "Just so you know, your singing is great, I umm, well now that we're friends, uhm I- oh gosh, I sound so stupid right now. Can I have your number?" He asked while rambling.

Was he really asking for your number? Was he feeling shy? This is weird, the Jimim you saw everyday was always confident around girls, what made you an exception? What was up with him these days? "Oh uh thank you, uhm okay, sure, just give me your phone." You said not knowing how to respond. You felt flustered by his compliment. He gave you his phone and you typed in your number.

"Text you later.'' He winked before departing to his lesson. "Bye." You smiled at his disappearing figure. How on Earth does he transition from shy to flirtatious? He really was impossible. On your way to your lesson a Whatsapp notification popped up on your phone.

010658

Add contact Block

| Hey.

It's Jimin

You better save my number!

You smiled before replying, what a smartass.

You

Hlo

You better save my number!

I Know, I was going to.

aren't you in class?

how has the teacher not caught u?

Jimin😏

I have my ways😏

Oh shit the teacher's coming!

Gotta go

Bye👋

You

Bye👋👋👋

Your classes weren't too bad, especially when you were just zoning out and thinking about you and Jimin's new friendship. If anyone saw you they would think you were a lovesick puppy dreaming about her crush. Why were you feeling like this all of a sudden?

It was lunch time and Jungkook had gone to take his food, leaving you at the table alone when six familiar boys showed up. "Hey." Jimin smiled at you. "Hey." You replied mirroring his smile. "They're some of my friends and I figured since you're one of them now...erm you might want to know them, if you dont mind?" He continued, eyes looking at you expectantly in a pleading expression. With the way he was looking at you you knew you couldn't say no.

"Yeah sure, I'm Y/N by the way." You replied, introducing yourself to the boys. "Yeah we know, we've heard lots about you." Seokjin snorted while giving Jimin a teasing smile. "Shut up." Jimin mumbled embarrassed. Umm what? Has Jimin been telling his friends about you? Was he talking shit about you? He hated you before so it's understandable but still. Namjoon was it? must have noticed the drop in your expression because his next words made you feel releived.

"Not in a bad way though." He said jabbing Seokjin in the stomach before taking a seat like the rest of the boys. "So, erm you're Seokjin, right?" You asked the elder. "Just call me Jin." He said smiling softly. He was beautiful and hot, one of the cutest guys you've ever seen. "Sure." You said before digging into your food. The boys introduced themselves, not like you didn't know their names already, you just couldn't identify them individually.

There was a brief moment before you broke it. "Not to sound rude or give a terrible first impression but.. Hoseok please, tell your bitch to stay out of my fucking life! Gosh, she's bullying me and tryna convince me to leave my brother alone for her 'cause apparently he's 'her man.' She's so delulu, no offence." "She's not my bitch, we broke up a long time ago." He grimaced. ''Regret ever dating her, I can relate." He said looking at you apologetically. "No seriously it seems she'll only listen to you, she's tormenting me just because I hugged Taehyun at the basketball event! My fucking brother! And she even got me detention for next week Monday. I'm sure she cried to her mama when I bust her stupid bubble." You scoffed. "I like her." Yoongi said clacking his tongue before smirking.

"We're gonna be close friends." "Sure.'' Yo answered almost immediately. "You seem cool." Yoongi smugly smiled at your response. "So the rumours are true, your bro's Taehyun?" Taehyung asked with an arched brow. "Yes, and that's why I hate my life." You slumped into your chair. "Woah, you really hate him?" Namjoon asked chirping in. "No. He's adorable, it's just-" You sighed ''People only see me as his little sister not as me you know? Girls wanna be friends with me 'cause they want his number and guys wanna date me to be friends with him. It's like everyone uses me to be close to him for their benefit." You felt somewhat lighter revealing this to them. Even though it was the first time actually having a conversation with them.

"I can't relate to that but it must probably suck." Jimin snorted being oddly quiet most of the conversation. "Yup. It's shitty as hell. At least I've got Yuna. She's such a sweetheart." You sighed dreamily. "May I ask you if you do don't mind?" Seokjin asked raising a brow in which you nodded in response. "Who's Yuna?" "She's Taehyun's girfriend, been dating since forever. She's one of my best friends." You said cheerfully.

The sounds of ohs and ahs were made by the boys. "Anyways, forget about my story and my sad ass life. How's basketball treating you guys?" You asked wanting to change the topic realizing you had said too much. Though you were a bit curious. You've answered all their questions, it was their turn to be on the hot seat. "First of all, it sounds like a drama I would like to watch, but since you asked a question, I'll answer it." You laughed at Yoongi's humour. "It's going well, a bit harsh but it's part of the package." He answered, manspreading his legs and leaning back against his chair.

"Good to know, and how about you Jimin? It might be harder for you. I mean your the shortest basketball player and the smallest compared to the others." You said teasingly but what you hadn't expected was for him to smirk cockily and slouch comfortably against his chair. "Oh, but the length of my dick isn't." He retorted with a playful glint in his eyes. You immediately chocked on your saliva and whined. "Jimin!" "What? I just stated a fact." He said faking innocence like he didn't just say something way more disgusting than a pile of dog shit. "Don't act like you don't like it." He said with a scoff.

Your little attempt to tease him was counter-attacked with a way more absurd response. "You wish." You snorted and grimaced clearly disgusted. Gross. Were boys always like this? The members however, just laughed and snickered, amused at the interaction between you both. Before you could bite back or say anything else Jungkook arrived with his tray of food in his hands. The wrongest moment to arrive. You had the perfect K.O line and it was you time to shine! You had the perfect insult to roast Jimin like a chicken eaten on Sundays.

You say your dick is so long, bet you probably don't know how to use it. Girls say you're the worst fuck.

"There you go dork, I bought your favourite vanilla milkshake, pay me by doing my homework..." He paused. "What are you guys doing here?" He asked curiosity lacing his tone. Before any of them could respond you jumped in and decided to speak first. "Since I'm friends with Jimin, the boys thought it would be a good idea to know me as well." You continued. "By the way,I didn't ask for it, your tactic to make me do your homework wouldn't work this time, but thank you anyway." You gave him a sarcastic smile. "Sure." He scoffed. "Besides, I'm wack at maths, why do you need my help?" You questioned. It was true. You never got above a grade six in Maths, it would be a miracle if that happened to be honest. And you hate the fact that it was compulsory.

"Just testing your self control." He shrugged, dipping some fries into his mouth. Everyone close to you knew you had a sweet tooth, hence the reason why your weight always fluctuated. "Self control my ass." You scoffed. "Are you gonna finish that?" He turned his head towards your food. "Just say that you're hungry and stop asking questions." You slapped his hand away from your food, stopping him from taking some of your fries causing the boys to cackle and snicker. "I see you're taking this friendship seriously..."He turned to the boys before continuing. "You should have seen her last night, she was like a girl with a cru-" You cut him off by aggressively stuffing his mouth full of fries, stopping him from spewing some embarrassing shit you did last night. You sat properly in your seat and huffed before pouting, trying to hide your embarrassment before deciding the paws of your oversized hoodie were more interesting.

The boys gushed about how cute you were causing you go beet red from the unwanted attention. They- especially Seokji- I mean Jin said that your duality was mind blowing. It was kind of true and Jungkook just had to ruin the moment by making a snide remark about how you were not cute but just an angry cat even though you had a bunny face. Surprisingly Jimin pointed it out, bursting Jungkook's bubble.

Lunch went better than you had expected it to go. The boys weren't that bad. In fact they weren't bad at all! How could they appear to be dicks when they were really just six crackheads? Jin kept calling himself 'World Wide Handsome' and spent most of the time during lunch cracking jokes that were not that funny, but you would always laugh because of the members' reactions. Especially Hoseok's, his side eye was intense! Yoongi was so chill and savage. His short replies were really effective in shutting people up. He was pretty cool though. Namjoon was calm and very smart. He called you dumb in a hundred languages and even with his glasses he still looked hot. Hoseok was very cheerful and his presence brightened up the mood. His smile was so contagious. But its crazy how he goes from cheerful to savage, like damn, his eye roll.

Taehyung was a bit shy, but was cute. He was so nice but so off topic. They said he was weird and even nicknamed him 'Alien.' Jimin was so free and his laugh made him look so beautiful. The way his eye crinkled into moon crescents and the way his lips lifted high up displaying his laugh lines. Wait, what! Why were you so observant?! Why was your brain thinking like this?! To be fair he was handsome. He and Hobi were literally the same. His sassiness is unmatched. Even you as a savage can't beat him at that. It was fun though, you ignored the glares and jealous looks you got from girls for now. For now. It was going to come back to bite you, you just had to prepare for it.

After gymnastics and cheer practice you got home and checked your phone wondering why the hell your phone was vibrating constantly from the repeated notifications. You found out the reason.

|The group chat😎

Jimin😏

Y/N if you're wondering why you're here I added you to the boys' group chat.

You

So I'm the only girl?

Jin😘

Hey Y/N

Welcome to the group chat!

Jimin😏

So I'm the only girl?

Is that really all you care about?

You

Of course not!

But you guys have to formally welcome me.

Hobi😃

Welcome Y/N!☺️🤗

Joonie🤓

Welcome Y/N.

Jimin😏

Fine, welcome.

Kookie🐰

Hell nah!

You

then no money for banana milk🥛 from me.

Kookie🐰

fine, welcome😒

Tae😁

Welcome Y/N!🥰

Yoongi😎

u can leave if u want bcs I'm not saying that.

You

why so savage?😢🤧😭

Yoongi 😎

'cause I can😏

Hobi 😃

here we go again🙄

You

here you go again Hobi!

why am I surrounded by savages?

Jin😘

'cause you are one.

Kookie 🐰

how come yoongi doesn't get to welcome u?

it's not fair!😫😩

You

'cause you are one.

no i'm not!

it's not fair!😫😩

life's not fair either.

now STOP BLOWING UP MY PHONE!

I wanna sleep

good night 🌃.

You turned off your phone and went to sleep. You've made the perfect friends. These crackheads are insufferable.

[msryujin]

what a time (1/2) | pjm

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pairing: jimin x reader genre: fluff word count: 561

1:11am. for three hours, you’ve been nonstop texting jimin. nobody seemed to want a stop to the conversation, always finding something to talk about. you could talk about anything with him and he’d find it amusing. you loved how you both could be comfortable with each other and smile at the dumbest things. 

today, you’d planned to sleep early so that you could wake up for a meetup you and jimin arranged through text. it had been a while since you both went out alone to the park. of course, you both went out with your friend group but you wanted to spend some alone time once in a while.

everyone knew you both had something special, but you didn’t quite know what it was. maybe it was the fact that you guys can’t get enough of each other or maybe it’s the way he looks at you like you were so special he didn’t want to stop admiring you. it always made you feel some type of way but you knew better than to destroy a friendship for something that isn’t even for sure going to last. you pushed it away but you knew deep down you’d never move on if you didn’t get closure. so, you waited for him to initiate anything if he wanted you the way you wanted him. that day didn’t come.

since then, you knew he wasn’t interested in you but your heart still fluttered every time you see him. it’s so damn hard to get over him when he smiles at you or hugs you with such a comforting embrace, and that’s when you knew no matter what you did, you would never find anyone like him.

you and jimin send each other goodnight messages with a cute gif of a bear cuddling his lover, pulling up the bedsheets and turning off the lights. you smile at it and put down your phone as you start to drift off to sleep.

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should i wear this or this? you struggle to find a top that would be perfect for the outing. ultimately, you decide on the one you think jimin would like the most.

you grab your keys and headed out, waiting for jimin’s car to appear near you. once you’ve spotted his gray car, you immediately wave so he knows it’s you. his expression immediately glows and you wonder how he looks so good all the time. he puts his sunglasses on the side and unlocks the door for you. when you get in, he immediately starts driving to the park.

“y/n, you look so good today.” you blush and wonder if he does this with everyone since he’s such a flirt when you’re around. you didn’t want to mistake his actions for something else/

“thank you, you look good too.” as you’re saying it, you could feel your cheeks warm up so you look out the window to hide it. 

usually, his comments would feel normal and you wouldn’t make such a big deal out of it. however, he was a bit different today and you couldn’t help but feel something.

as you walk into the restaurant, your eyes immediately light up as you look around you, adoring the fancy decorations. you wondered who would be lucky enough to experience this nearly every day. you were jealous of jimin’s future girlfriend.

[vinetae]

~Up In The Attic~

❀Pairing: hybrid!jimin x human!reader

❀Genre: cat!hybrid, smut >16+<

❀Word Count: 2.8k

❀Summary: Y/n had been taking care of an endearing kitten for about a month, when she finds out there's more to that fluffy calico-like fur than meets the eye.

❀Warning(s): fingering, vulgar language, mentions of begging, hickeys, scratching, cock slut, teasing, hints towards rough fucking, breast play, nipple play, edging.

❀a/n: So I had originally thought of doing a fluff cat-hybrid thing, (because my cat reminds me so much of Jimin as a boyfriend) but as you can tell it got a lil...side-tracked.

❀Date: November 16th, 2021.

"Do we have everything, y/n?"

you had been planning to go on a three-day weekend trip to the mountains for your uncle's work. Your parents had fallen ill at a young age, so you were taken in by your aunt and uncle. Soon, the papers were all signed and you had officially belonged to them. They were now your parents, and for the ongoing 5 years now. You run past the small corridor from your bedroom to the while marbled prestige kitchen. Grabbing the charger and yanking it from the outlet, you quickly run to the car, shoving all of your bags to the left of you. Your uncle chuckles while looking back in the mirror at you being buried by all of your items.

"Are you sure you want to bring all of that, y/n? I told you to pack lightly."

You had packed lightly. But secretly you had brought all of the necessities for a kitten you had met there the last time you went. A small, tri-colored cat had appeared at your window one night while you had been showering. Light scratches at the door had made the little guy very noticeable. Your uncle and aunt had been out to dinner for the night because it was their anniversary. So, you decided to take the kitten in. And ever since, you had been feeding, grooming, and cuddling the little fluff ball for about a month now. Your aunt had given you quite a look when you begged to go to the pet-store. Rumbling through all the shiny, squeaky toys, you had finally gotten what you needed. And now, the journey begins. You lean back, putting in your earbuds, while staring out the window, imaging all the fun things you're going to get to do at the cabin.

Except it hadn't all gone to plan. Your uncle had fumigated the cabin the night before because of some pesky little ladybugs that had crawled their way in. Now, all of your things were covered in plastic wrap. You quickly rush past the large living room with a 13 foot-high ceiling, and a huge 28 foot glass wall that had connected the inside to out. Plopping your bags down next to the old wooden chair, you begin stripping the room of anything and everything kitten-hazardous.

"all done!" you brush your hands off, while looking around the medium sized bedroom at all the hard work you had put in.

"now- they leave at five...so if he comes by at six-thirty-" you begin to plan everything out onto a small tiny crumbled piece of paper.

"until who gets here?"

A familiar voice stops you in your tracks. You aunt had brought some towels in from the guest bathroom, since it was going to be vacant throughout the trip. You push the papers off of the bed, and out of sight before she could read any. She crosses the room towards your bed, and sits herself softly down onto the dark maroon-colored duvets. A slight sigh leaves her chest.

"y/n...we've been noticing your...strange. Behavior." you cock your head towards her direction, taking a seat adjacent to your aunt. A confused but guilty look plastered your face.

"w..what do you mean, mom?" she looks around the room, adorning the arched closet just to the right of the bed. The huge glass wall-window sits on the left of your bedside, while a small animal print rug lays flat against the dark oak stained hardwood floors.

"honey...just-" she stops, bringing her hand up to caress your cheek. "just...be honest, okay?" you nod, as your uncle comes hustling up the stairs, carrying a small diamond-encrusted pocketbook. "let's go, love. The resturant will be closing soon" your aunt stands up, fixes the beautiful purple fish-tailed dress you hadn't had noticed when she had entered the room.

"be safe, y/n. make sure to lock all the doors. love you!"

your uncle yells out while dragging his wife towards the front door. A heavy sigh of relief falls from your lips.

"here kitty kitty kitty~" you push a bowl out the small opening of the attic door. You had been sitting there for over two hours waiting for your precious baby to return. You figured might as well start thinking of names. "Alex..snowflake...snowball...art..ic" A warm inviting sensation overtakes your body, pulling you into a deep sleep.

"y/n? y/n? wake up- y/n?"

a voice echoes through the room. You open your eyes, being met with the bright lights of the moons glistening across the hardwood floors. You shuffle a bit, seeing a small white kitten in the corner of the room, playing with a small ball of something that had been folded. A small giggle rolls off your lips, as you make a tutting sound to call him over. He lifts his head, glancing in your direction, but going back to his previous game. You sluggishly stand up, making your way over to the playful kitten. He had grown a bit since the last encounter.

"aww what are you playing with-"

you bend down, picking up the small crumpled up piece of fabric, recognizing the lace-imprinted patterns.

"hey! you little pervert!~"

He sits up, just letting out a small mewl. You see the shadow of another similar figure blocking the moon's rays.

"daisy?"

An unfamiliar voice echoes through the room.

"daisy? are you in here?"

You turn around, being met with a rock hard chest bumping into your own. You look up, seeing a brown eyed boy, with delicate cream colored skin.. "w..what in the-" he cuts you off.

"oh shi-....y/n??"

he backs up, you now being able to see more of his soft features. Black thick hair rolled down the sides of his face. The glistening of his skin gently across the surface just memorizes you.

"u-uh.." you pause. No coherent sentence was going to be made by you any time soon.

"oh fuck it is you-"

you take a few steps back, seeing him picking up the small calico kitten.

"w..who...who are you and how did you get into my house??" you quickly run over, grabbing a ski pad to defend yourself with. He takes a step closer, whilst still holding the kitten in his hand.

"y/n.. just put the ski down, and let me explain-" the small white kitten had jumped out of his grasp, now a whirl of white dust and specs float through the air, soon stopping as fast as it had begun. A beautiful small 6 year old looking little girl emerges from where the kitten had previously jumped down to. Her skin matching with the strange man's, her eyes having coveted small glistening gold specs. A smile spreads across her face as she runs towards you, wrapping her arms tightly around her waist.

"mommy!" The strange man quickly pulls the small child away, as she tries escaping his grasp to reach towards you. "no!" He lets out a nervous laugh, pulling her further from you.

"i told you that's not your momm-" she breaks free of his grip faster than he could explain the situation. You're frozen for the second time tonight. Who the fuck were these... these things?? She hugs your waist tightly, burring her small nose into your hip. He scratches the back of his neck, while examining the scene.

"She's confused-" "yeah so am I! who the fuck are you people!?" he gulps, while taking a step back. "you just look like her mom" he adds. The same, familiar white dust surrounds the man, as he quickly shrinks down about half his size. The white dust disappears, revealing a small, calico kitten, looking to be much older than the previous one.

"y..you're...the cat that i took care of..." he looks up, and makes a weird mewl towards the little girl, as she whines, transforms and is right by his side. One more small mewl and he transforms back to his original height.

"you've been gone for quite a while now.." he looks down to the small pure white kitten, picks her up, as she cuddles into his chest. how adorable. no! fuck these people just broke into your house! "I'll go take her back, then i can explain everything".

You didn't know what to say, and he hadn't left you the chance even if you wanted to. He quickly disappears into the night, leaving you on the floor questioning life right about now.

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"y/n? honey, time to wake up. y/n?" Something shakes you awake. You look around, peeking out of your crusted-shut eyes, seeing you're in your bed. "w..what..what happened?" a groggily moan rolls off your tounge, and out into the atmosphere. "What do you mean? i just came in here to say your father made breakfast." your aunt stands up off of the end of the bed, and shuffles out lf the doorway. You look aroune, seeing everything in it's original spot. The images from the pervious night had flooded your head. You quickly run up the stairs past the kitchen, to the small corridor leading to the attic. You reach for the small string that hangs down, making it easier to open. Right before you can tug at the little string, your uncle calls you back down to eat.

"so I was thinking that we should all go skiing today" your uncle retorts.

"oh that sounds lovely, honey! what do you think, y/n?" you sat there, picking at you eggs and French toast. The thoughts and what little conversation you had had with the man before still lingers in your mind. It wasn't until your father had cleared his throat loudly, while setting down the coffee pot on the kitchen counter. You sit up, your attention now on the startling noise.

"what do you think, y/n?" You hadn't really had thought about the conversation they had been having, so you just do a measly nod, and dump your plate into the sink, walking to your bedroom.

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"goodnight, y/n!" your aunt calls from her bedroom.

"goodnight, mom! sweet dreams, dad!"

he grumbles back, having already been half asleep. You grab a flashlight from the nightstand table on your right, and quietly make your way towards the attic. you step up, looking around the dimly lit un-finished room. Nothing out of the ordinary. A sigh leaves your chest. You turn on your right heel, just as you were about to go to bed for the night, a voice echoes softly through the chilling atmosphere.

"have you been waiting for me?"

his voice sounds very warm and inviting. The soft wind howls right along the side of the house, making a small but peaceful atmosphere. You climb up, quietly making your way over to where the voice had came from.

"Why didn't you come last night like you said you would?"

you feel around for any kind of heat source that might be his. Or at least a damn LIGHTSWITCH. "I did~" his voice had grown near with each passing second.

"You were asleep. So-"

a pair of arms snakes around my waist, as a hot, brush of air rolls down the nape of my neck. His emitting warmth from his body had pulled me to sit. He chuckles, already sensing the power he had over me. "how do you think you gotten in bed?" god. Bed. the way he said it was just- enticing. You could feel a slight stir in your core, like something was waking up inside of you.

"W..why did y-you do th-that"

the small breaths he had been taking in were just agonizing to you. He shifts slightly, pulling you to sit between his legs. He drags his index finger gently across the surface of your skin, drawing tiny figure eights with the pad.

"Because-" he leans down even more, his soft, plush-like lips graze over your virgin skin of your neck.

"I couldn't let you sleepy here all alone, could I? what would your parents have to say?"

A small moans escapes your lips, as you quickly cover your mouth. Small fits of chuckles brush past your arm. 'cute" he replies. You subconsciously cuddle up closer to his chest, laying all of your weight against his. His hand now trails down the side of your hip, teasing the small dips between.

"S-so...what are you?"

he stops his movements, cocking his head to the side to face yours.

"do you want the long story or the short story?"

Long? Oh fuck, just imagining his sliding deep against your walls, as you moan out loudly while he has a hand covered against your mouth to suppress what little dignity you had left. The grunts he would make while thrusting his hips against yours, ever inch of his long girthy length just splits you wide open, him having you pressed against the wall, every cell in your body his for the taking.

"y/n?"

He questions, while you get pulled from your fantasy land. "y-yeah?" great, a fucking stutter. way to go, y/n. He chuckles, taking in a small whiff of your scent.

"are you horny right now?"

He asks as if he's telling one of his friends if they want to go bowling with them on Friday night. A light moan rolls past your tounge. He chuckles, while resuming his movements against your skin. Gently, the pad of his index finger burns the surface of your skin. What the hell was this feeling? You've been horny before with previous partners but..this? this was pure flith.

"I know I get humans horny but not this much~" he teases.

"f-fuck you" you release, while holding onto his arm from the amount of pressure in the air.

"Oh really?~ You sure your want that, sweetheart? For your family to hear how much of slut you are for my cock? Them hearing who's fucking their innocent little girl? Making her scream another man's name. For them to hear your whiny ass begging for my hard cock to just fuck you into tommorow. Fuck, you want the whole neighborhood to hear how much pleasure I'm giving you? You want my lips wrapped around your tight little cunt, while you beg to cum? You want that baby?"

You hadn't even noticed how your nails had begin to dig into the flesh of his thigh, moans growing louder by the second. A smirk presses against his lips, as his right hand dips into the opening of your pajama pants, his digits start moving in circles against your bulb. Small, muffled moans threaten to escape your throat as your throw your head back against his chest. His free hand slithering it's way up to your breast, cupping it gently, while rolling the nub gently between his two fingers.

"oh fuck-" You whine, arching your back from the pure pleasure you're getting. A pair of soft, moist lips leans down to the base of your neck, licking a strip up towards your jawline, before lightly sucking on the thin skin. Your eyes had now rolled to the back of your head, as your legs start twitching from the stimulation. This was pure bliss. The rises and falls of his chest against your back, and rock hard object your could feeling pocking at your butt, the way his middle finger teases your entrance slightly pushing the tip in, only to be yanked right back out.

"i-im gunn..ah..-"

You're right on the edge, you could practically see the climax cliff. His finger than had been working your core, fastened.

"oH fuck!" you yelp out, knowing damn well that your aunt and uncle heard. But you didn't care. You only wanted one thing. And that was to-

"nuh uh~"

his voice brushes gently against your ear, as all of the pleasure just stops. You turn around, seeing his bring his two fingers to his mouth, sucking on the leftovers of your juices.

"what the fuck?!" a smirk presses against his lips. He stands up, brushing himself off, while you're just sitting there confused as hell. he crouches down to your level, whispering softly into your ear.

"I can't let you have all the fun, now can I?" he walks towards the window, and sits on the edge, as he prepares to jump down.

"sweet dreams, darling~"

he smirks, turns, and hops down. Who the fuck was he? You hadn't even gotten a name! Who was the little cat-girl..daughter..kid with him, and WHY was he messing with you?? You sit there, processing what the fuck had just happened when-

"y/n!? what the hell!?!" you look to see your aunt and uncle standing above you, looking down at the wet stop that had stained the antique rug. One thing's for sure. You we're gunna be in a whole lot of shit tonight.

[winterscurze]

miss me more // jimin

"Did you miss me?", he asked his eyebrows raised.

" ofcourse not, I was busy all week", you said grinning at the man donning an expression that clearly warns he's about to get pissed off. His piercing gaze made your heart race at a devilishly fast rate.

" well, I kind of missed you", he said in a low, timid voice as he started heading closer until your foreheads touched, breaths mingled, your chest merely grazing his. His hands caging you on either side, making you search for salvation from the unholy desires invading your thoughts.

You clearly couldn't get him off your mind this whole week, and no work was a distraction enough to keep him away from your thoughts. But you still chose to deny it in front of him, make him dread for more, give you more so next time you'd do a better job missing him. Until everyday becomes a prayer to see him, lock yourself in his eyes, desperate for his touch, and the blanket of comfort it brings along.

He looked at you, held your gaze for a while before he took your hands in his, brought them to his face, and kissed your palms. You can feel the warmth radiating off his cheeks, flushed in a light scarlet shade. " why did you not miss me", he spoke, his eyes still hooded, pinning you down, as his hands left yours to graze your sides. He pulled you closer, shrinking the distance between your bodies, a hand on your waist, the other enclosing your nape. He leaned in to peck at your lips. a quick, soft peck. And started tracing soft kisses along your neck, your collarbones, sending a shiver down your spine everytime his soft, plump lips met your skin. Your mind's losing every little grip of consciousness, muffled in the haze of his holy scent as his lips moved in a sinfully slow pace. Then he stopped. Breathing you in, he whispered into your skin " This time I'll make sure you miss me more".

a/n: so another jimin drabble, let me know if you like it!