#my friend wanted to kill me after the amount of “LEON!!”s they heard me yelling in that video goddamn-

[lunatic-pianist]

𝔸𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕘𝕖 𝕕𝕒𝕪 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝔸𝕤𝕙𝕝𝕖𝕪

I literally had so much fun in this shoot!! We were a little limited in what we could do because my hometown is boring and has almost nothing to do and nowhere good to take photos lol!!

[bitsandbobsofwriting]

Merlin has been Court Sorcerer for a couple months now;

and whilst the gang knows that, in theory, he is "The Most Powerful Warlock to Ever Walk the Earth"... they never quite realised what that meant, until he got stabbed through the chest, and he laughed...

Good-Merlin, can still be a little very dark sometimes, especially when his friends are in danger.

TW: Some fairly graphic descriptions of violence under the cut, just lots and lots of blood, and Merlin being a little very terrifying.

ONCE AGAIN the gang (5 knights, A+M) are in the woods doing some shit.

A large group of mercenaries had been reportedly ransacking some outlying villages. Arthur had been crowned for less than a year, so in a show of solidarity and loyalty to his people, he took himself, his five best knights, and the newly appointed Court Sorcerer, instead of just assigning it as someone else's problem.

The first couple of days are uneventful. Everything's been so busy in recent months, with Leon taking charge of the knights whilst Arthur gets on with his kingly duties, the change in laws, and the complete change in Merlin’s life; it was nice for everyone to just catch up and goof around.

Of course they were focused on helping their people, but they might as well relax themselves on the way there. Everyone knows, a happy, de-stressed fighter, is a good fighter.

They come across the mercenaries quicker than expected. Apparently they had grown in confidence and ventured further into the kingdom.

That also means the gang wasn't expecting it, and even Merlin is taken by surprise.

There are also far more attackers than they were expecting, and six knights, even six of the best knights, was no where near enough to keep pace with the 30 or so group of attackers, and the fight was over before it really began.

Which is what lead to the current situation.

The gang had been dragged to a clearing, all clapped in cold iron shackles (with Camelot's new change in laws.... well, the mercenaries weren't taking any chances, any of them could be hiding sorcery).

A man who has clearly established himself as the leader starts shouting orders:

"Someone get a fire lit, a big one. Chain the knights to the trees, but that one-"

(He points directly at Merlin, the only one of the group not in armour)

He gives a horrid grin before continuing:

"- bring that one here, and unshackle him. Perhaps the King will pay up quicker should we pre-emptively send a.... message."

All the knights widen their eyes at this. Apparently these idiots hadn't realised that one of the men they had shackled to a tree was the King.

I guess if they were from outside of Camelot, they might not know what he looks like? But none of them question it, all hoping that once Merlin was free of his shackles, he could make a run for it and bring an army back.

Merlin just smirks slightly to himself, so small and brief, that only Leon notices it, and allows himself to be dragged towards the man in the centre of the clearing.

The Sorcerer stands casually, trying not to gag from the smell of the mans breath.

He rubs his wrists absentmindedly, and subtly takes in a deep breath as the shackles are removed, and he feels the magic flow back through his body.

Merlin lays a steely glare on the Head Merc as the knights watch on in fear, why wasn't he running? Fighting?? Anything??

He goes to say "That was a very bad move on your part." but just as he opens his mouth to speak, he feels a sharp pain in his chest.

He opens his mouth but all that comes out is a harsh gurgle, as blood starts dripping from between his lips.

He can vaguely hear the screaming of the knights as he takes a stumbled step back, before falling to his knees, only then looking down to see the hilt of the dagger, poking out from his chest.

He coughs up some more blood as he looks up at his attacker, unable to do anything but tremble, and pull a face of confusion, blinking rapidly in shock.

He can still hear the shrieking. Someone yelling his name. Someone screaming curse words, a lot of "NO!"s

The head honcho gives him one last smirk before walking over towards the knights, who are yanking so tightly at their chains, and screaming so loudly, they're almost certain to have fractured wrists and strained vocal cords.

Merlin kneels there, looking back down at the dagger, still coughing up blood and struggling to draw breath, his whole body trembling, as The Merc begins to address his chained friends.

"His carcass will be dropped at the gates of Camelot. Hopefully that will deliver the message to your powerful King."

He starts chuckling at the knights pleading, but before he can gloat more, Merlin starts wheezing. Loudly.

He turns around, about to yell at someone to finish him off and shut him up, when he realises in horror, that the wheezing, is slowly morphing into laughter.

The knights turn their stares back to their friend, confused and horrified, as Merlin looks up at The Merc from his place in the floor.

He slowly stands, swaying on his feet, grinning wildly, blood now pouring from his mouth, his teeth stained. A dribble comes out of his nose, his eyes manic, and his body still shaking.

"How... how is this possible?!-"

The Merc takes a step back, as all of his... employees... stare on, too shocked to act.

"- even if you were a sorcerer this is.... this is IMPOSSIBLE!"

He takes another step back, getting paler by the second, and a blood soaked Merlin grins at him,

He tilts his head, looking like a madman, and wheezes out a crazed:

“You think you get to kill me?”

The knights stare on in near-revulsion, as he lifts a hand wet with blood up, pulling the dagger from his chest, groaning briefly.

The red streak on Merlin’s chest begins to grow rapidly at this, and he bends over, almost falling, as he coughs up an impossible amount of blood, keeping the dagger gripped tightly in his hand.

As Merlin looks up, once again grinning, the leader regains a small part of his composure, and yells:

“KILL HIM! FOR GODS SAKE SOMEONE KILL HIM!!”

Before the swordsmen can take even one step towards Merlin, the grin drops from his face, his eyes glowing gold as he begins to snarl.

He begins taking disjointed steps towards the Head Merc, not even looking at the other men, trusting his Magic to do what he wants without much guidance.

He is vaguely aware of the screeching all around him, and begins to smirk again as the man he’s heading towards darts his gaze around the clearing in pure terror. The knights are also looking horrified, staring at the sharp vines bursting from the ground, and viciously ripping their attackers to shreds.

The Head Merc looks back towards Merlin, somehow managing to look even more petrified, as Merlin’s walking, and breathing, seem to become easier with each step.

The shrieks die down, and the clearing becomes silent, save for the harsh, frantic, panting of the only man left. The glow fades from Merlin’s eyes, his magic settling back into him. He spits out one last mouthful of blood, still walking, his chest fully healed, and the threats taken care of.

Still, he smirks.

The man falls backwards to the ground, rabidly scrambling away from Merlin, paler than ever:

“What.... what are you??? Please.. please!! I DIDN’T KNOW!!”

Still, Merlin walks towards him.

Still, he smirks.

The knights just about manage to tear their gazes away from the carnage in the clearing, staring at Merlin in fear.

Merlin’s eyes flash briefly gold once more, as he absentmindedly waves his hand, using his magic to pull the Merc to stand before him.

He’s trembling hard, but is too scared to make even a single noise.

Merlin tilts his head and, whilst still smirking, says:

“You attack my friends. You put me in cold iron. And you think you’re the one that gets to kill me?” 

The knights shudder at the deadly tone of voice, one they’d never heard Merlin even get close to before.

Merlin’s hand rushes up and grips the man’s hair, yanking it back, as he drops his smirk and starts snarling again.

Quick as lightening, he thrusts the dagger that had previously perforated his own chest, up into the man’s heart, staring him into his eyes as the breath leaves his body:

“You don’t get to kill me.”

The Merc stops moving quickly, clearly falling to a more accurate blow than the one he’d given the sorcerer.

Merlin drops him, his eyes following his carcass in clear disgust.

The Sorcerer lets out a short, huffed, laugh, but before he can do anything else, he’s pulled from his thoughts, by Lancelot’s trembling voice:

“M... Merlin?”

Merlin’s head snaps up towards his friends, and his eyes widen just a fraction, before he casually waves his hand in their direction.

The chains that hold them to their trees crumble to the floor, and each of them slowly stands on shaking legs.

Merlin notices the fear and horror in their faces, levelling a short, assessing, stare at each of them before glancing back down to the body at his feet.

He looks back to Arthur before smiling. It’s his normal, sweet smile, as opposed to the smirk he held earlier, but it does little to comfort The King. If anything this smile is more terrifying after what they had just witnessed, and the fact that Merlin was still covered head to toe in his own blood didn’t help either.

Arthur continues to stare at him, trying not to look scared, but failing miserably. At that, Merlin shrugs slightly, before looking down at his hands, seemingly no longer even thinking about the knights (or...anything that had just happened).

He gives an irritated huff at all the blood, before moving his attention to his shirt:

“Bollocks. This is gonna be a bitch to wash. He could have at least slit my throat, instead of putting a giant hole in my shirt.” he mumbles it to himself, but the others draw in shaky breaths as they overhear him.

The knights glance at each other quickly, before slowly making their way to Merlin. None of them come within arms reach of him however.

(Though they are all now aware, after that terrifying display, that Merlin didn’t have to even be thinking about it, to hurt them).

It’s Leon that gulps, and speaks first:

“Merlin? Are you... feeling alright?”

Merlin looks up in confusion about that, but the speed of it makes the knights all flinch.

He looks around at them as he replies:

“Yeah? Why wouldn’t I be? I already told you guys, I’m immortal.”

He looks down at himself, looking frustrated again, before perking up with sudden happiness:

“OH! I can just-”

He once again waves his hand, eyes flashing gold, as the blood disappears from his clothes and skin, and the hole in his shirt repairs itself.

The knights look amongst each other again, before Leon pipes up once more:

“Merlin you just... you laughed. You wiped them out. Do you... does your head feel alright?”

Merlin frowns at that, before turning around and looking at the carnage for the first time.

His voice is quiet when he speaks again:

“Oh. Yeah. My magic is pretty protective of you guys. I told it I wanted them all dead for hurting you, and I guess... that’s what it did-”

He looks back at them once more, his expression holding slight, worrying, amusement:

“As for the laughter, I just think it’s kind of funny that people keep underestimating me. And they keep dying for that mistake.”

He glances at the bloody scene again, only quickly, but when he looks back this time, he’s biting his lip and looking worried. Looking much more like the scared Merlin they used to get, all those years ago. He fiddles with his hands roughly, and seems to shrink in on himself as he looks at Arthur:

“Was that... was that wrong? You didn’t want any of them alive did you? I’m pretty tired now, but I could probably summon one of their spirits if you wanted to ask some questions or something?”

Arthur is taken aback at that, but he calls upon his bravery, and is the first of the knights to move closer to Merlin, only hesitating for a second, before pulling him into a brief hug:

“No, no it’s fine Merlin, you did great. I... we just haven’t seen you show off the extent of your powers yet and it was a little... unnerving.-”

The King pulls back, but keeps one hand on Merlin’s shoulder, glancing at the others, finally shuffling closer, before continuing:

“-I have a feeling we won’t be seeing any more of these guys, if there are others. Though one or two survivors would be great, next time.”

Merlin nods thoughtfully at that, as he receives a shaky smile, and clap on the back from Gwaine.

As Arthur lets go, and starts to pick his way through the bodies, looking truly unnerved, Gwaine following him, the rest of the knights briefly smile as they pat Merlin on the back one by one.

All of them get to work piling the bodies in one big heap, to burn them, and All of them are thinking the same thing:

“Thank fuck Merlin is on our side.”

THE END ✌

Soz lads, I know this is lot more gory than what I normally go for, but I just LOVE the concept of Merlin letting his dark side getting the better of him when the people he cares about are in danger.

Plus the idea of the gang finally seeing, finally understanding, why Emrys is worshipped by like 95% of magic users they come across....finally understanding that Merlin... their sweet, innocent, must-be-protected-at-all-costs Merlin,,,,, is basically a God. Noice

[minsugapie]

moonchild: part 9 (3070 words) - amortentia

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secretly running an infamous bookstagram, you only want to get through the school year with relative ease. after being paired with namjoon for a class project, you find out that he’s more than he seems to be.

you’re more than you seem to be.

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“we're born in the moonlight

ain't a fantasy

can't breathe in the sunlight

gotta hide your heart”

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oof - it’s a been a few. please enjoy this as we get back to our regular scheduled programming...

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A party was the last place you wanted to go tonight, so naturally, you found yourself getting ready for the aforementioned event. When Jimin had barged in on your reading session, demanding whether your being invited to the party directly by Kim Namjoon had been a joke. 

He asked in a pant, “I just heard from Stacy that heard from Leon that talked to Kiki that overheard Kim Namjoon ask you to the party after class today! Is it true?”

“Uh, yeah,” you shrugged, not really reading too much into it. Jimin was classic for overreacting. 

“We’re getting you some serious dicking,” he sang out, going through your closet to help you find some clothes. It was either black or more black, so it wasn’t like he had much of a choice. Changing the subject, you added to your previous statement, “But didn’t you get an invite from Yoongi again anyways?”

“Again…that was for the whole class! Your invite came directly from the devil’s mouth, and it was only for you! What exactly did he say?” Jimin made it abundantly clear that he wasn’t leaving anytime soon and that you were definitely going to that party. 

Rolling your eyes, you finally put the bookmark in your book and set it down on your night stand. “I was just putting my books back in my bag after class, and he asked what I was doing tonight before telling me that he wanted me at the party. No big deal.”

“I can’t believe we’re friends. We’re those his actual words?! How are you not freaking out over here! He said he wanted you there! I might blast off like team rocket any minute if you don’t smarten up, missy.”

“He was just being nice! Besides, I think he’s figured out that parties are not my scene. Honestly, Chim, we don’t have to go!” Even as the words exited your mouth, you knew you were going. He had made up his mind, so there was no getting out of it. Besides, he had actually managed to pick out an outfit. Surprise! It was all black and paired with your converse sneakers. 

Now, on your way to the party with Chim playing Pokemon Go on your arm, you couldn’t help the questions running through your mind. Why did he invite you really? Was he going to come find you? Why did you even care? 

You’d literally only known the guy personally for a little over two weeks and after a couple project sessions, but that didn’t mean you were friends. It definitely didn’t mean that you had to go to parties just because he gave you the invite. 

After ringing the doorbell once to be polite and receiving no answer, the two of you walked right in.

The house was already hoppin’ with drunk people. Chim finally put his phone away and let the surroundings capture his attention. You had no idea why these parties were so popular, but it looked like everyone was having at least a decent time. 

Because of the sheer amount of people that were going to be here tonight, you knew that you had to prepare yourself mentally to put on your brave face and try to walk with confidence. Chim was holding onto your anyways, so you wouldn’t have to worry about completely falling on your face in front of everyone, yet. 

The look on your face would have definitely been funny to any outsider that was watching. In fact, you knew that your jaw basically dropped to the floor after seeing the inside of their house. It was huge, reeking of affluence. You and Jimin were surely a sightly pair. 

It didn’t take long to locate the members of BTS. They were constantly surrounded by people. The girls wanted to be with them, and the guys wanted to be them. They were all surrounding a table with leftover alcohol dripping off of it. Everyone was laughing, except from Kim Namjoon, who was just listening, clearly distracted. Jimin noticed the guys too, commenting, “They’re so fucking hot.”

Mentally, you agreed with him. 

But when he said, “Look, there’s your man. Go get your dicking…” you rolled your eyes and walked away, getting a drink. If you were going to be able to handle being here, you needed alcohol in your system. 

Jimin excused himself to the bathroom, leaving you all alone to find a drink. You didn’t really care that much since you enjoyed being alone. What you weren’t expecting, however, was that Kim Namjoon would come find you. 

“Hey,” you heard him from behind you. It didn’t startle you, but you knew that that was what he had wanted to happen. 

“Hi,” you replied, turning around with your newly acquired alcoholic beverage in hand. You made it strong, and after this drink, you were sure to be tipsy. 

“You made it.” The classic Kim Namjoon smirk was plastered on his face. His eyes didn’t leave your face as yours shifted around the kitchen, seeing if anyone was going to spy on the two of you, or knew that you two were together. 

You were alone, which was both kind of exciting but also scary. 

“I brought my friend Jimin along with me. He’s around here somewhere,” you replied, taking a large sip of your drink. The quicker you got drunk, the easier it would be to get what Jimin said…

A small chuckle escaped his lips, revealing his beautiful dimples. You’d noticed them before, but never up close and directed towards you in this way. “I saw when you walked in. Are you going to go find him again or…?”

“I probably should before he starts talking to some random person about his personal Pokemon achievements. It’s been nice talking to you Namjoon. I’ll see you whenever when we work on our project.”

Before he could even reply, you made your way out of his presence, trying to find Jimin. Maybe the serious dicking would not be happening tonight. What you lacked in self-confidence you gained in self-doubt. There was no way that he would want to hook up with you, so why even try?

However, your efforts to find Jimin were spoiled as you literally ran into Sook while disturbingly looking at some couple sucking face in the wide open. 

“Y/N!” She yelled, louder than you expected. Her literal perfect face formed a smile. You wondered briefly where Jungkook was, but as the thought crossed your mind, he waltzed in from around the corner, arm slipping around Sook’s waist from behind and chin resting on her head. 

He smiled at you like he’d met you before, but you were absolutely positive that this was the first time that you’d even been this close to him. “Nice of you to come,” he commented, nodding his head at you. 

A small blush arose on your cheeks at just how attractive he was. You began to realize why they were so popular. You knew they were hot from afar, but being this appealing up close was a whole other level. 

“I was invited, and my friend Jimin really wanted to come, so here we are,” you answered, awkwardly playing with your cup. 

“Yeah, Joon was convinced you weren’t going to come. He was distracted until you got here. And then all of a sudden, we saw him follow you into the kitchen,” Sook revealed, probably breaking some kind of bro code. 

Jungkook pinched her side, making her jump before you could even reply. “Sook, baby, let’s not anger the bear, okay?”

Sook sheepishly smiled and then spoke again, “Well anyways, you look beautiful tonight, Y/N. Really.”

Hearing such a compliment from her surprised you. “Oh, thanks. But seriously, you’re always so stunning. You kill me, Sook.”

“Girls are so vocal and weird about this kind of thing. I don’t understand it,” Jungkook commented under his breath but both you and Sook caught it.

With a smile and a goodbye, you told them that you needed to go find Jimin again. He would be getting into all sorts of shenanigans without you, you were sure of it. 

Although finding Jimin was important, getting another quick drink was next on your list. The party was getting busier, and you needed that liquid courage to be around so many people at once. You took a shot and then filled another glass. By the time you made it out of the kitchen and back to wandering the endless hallways looking for your best friend/roommate, you were significantly influenced by alcohol. 

You were so influenced, in fact, that when you looked into one room, you had to stop and look around, even though Jimin was clearly not inside. You easily conclude that the person whose room this was was smart. There were hundreds of books neatly organized neatly in a wooden bookcase. Instantly, it had caught your attention. You weren’t sure you pegged any of BTS as readers. 

You soon realized that the room belonged to Namjoon because there were pictures of people on the desk, BTS, but there were a few singular ones of him and what looked to be like his family. 

“Looks like you found my room.” It was the same voice that came up to you earlier —Kim Namjoon. You looked up at him to see him leaning on the doorway with a smirk and a drink in his hand. One foot was crossed over the other. 

You place the picture that you were holding back not he desk and blush, thankful that the lights were dim. “Yeah, I’m sorry for snooping. I was trying to find Jimin…”

“Among my pictures?” His voice was teasing as he entered the room, shutting the door behind him. Your heartbeat quickened; you were alone. 

You were stumped. There really was no reason that you were holding his picture, and you couldn’t come up with one. When you didn’t answer soon enough, he kept walking towards you. Not understanding why he was walking right up to you, you back away and into a bookshelf. Your back pressed against two shelves at different levels, you hold your breath as he set his drink down and trapped you with his arms. 

“You look different tonight,” he commented. You could feel his breath on your face as he only stared at your lips. For a brief second, his eyes met yours. He smelled amazing, and you didn’t know if you were going to pass out. He was like your personal drought of amortentia. 

Feigning confidence, you replied, “I look the same as I always do.”

“It’s a nice different. You’re flushed. Carefree.”

The movement of his lips caught your attention. It was like his words were coming out in slow motion. They were full, totally kissable. He was totally kissable. 

It was clear to you that he wanted to kiss you. You weren’t born yesterday. His body language was a given, but what if Jimin was wrong? What if you didn’t need a serious dicking to realize that it was no use liking RM?

“Namjoon, I—” You started, but he cut your off. 

“You can call me Joon, Y/N,” he encouraged, tilting his head and sticking his chin out, watching to see if you were going to turn him down in any way. 

“I have to pee,” you blurted before you could stop yourself. You were out the door and around the hallway before he could reply, but you realized one tragic thing…you’d forgotten your phone in his room, and you needed it, so you had to go back.

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You slipped from under Namjoon’s arms faster than a bar of soap from his fingers. Either you really didn’t want to kiss him or you were really going to pee your pants. 

Either way, Namjoon wasn’t butthurt about it. He hadn’t planned on pinning you against his bookshelves, but you really were looking amazing. It had been hard to stop himself when he’d originally seen you. 

Namjoon often got what he wanted, and right now, he wanted you. Unfortunaltely for him, you clearly didn’t feel the same. 

He took out his phone, checking to see if Rosebud had texted out of habit. But then he remembered what he figured —you were Rosebud. He wondered if he’d ever find out. Would he want to meet with you after all that you’d talked about? Would; you still want to meet him if you found out that lot.

While his phone was out, he decided to shoot her a text, asking what she was up to. 

He heard a buzz come from the table near the pictures. It was your phone. He didn’t mean to snoop, but it was mandatory. His heart skipped a beat when he saw that the message that lit up the screen. 

It was from him, RM. 

The message was clear as day. The exact same words as he’d just sent from his phone. He sent a smiley face as a test, and it came through. 

Running his hands down his face, he went through all the possibilities of knowing and confronting you, but when you walked through the door, and grabbed it. She was gone before anything could be said or confronted. 

• • • • • •

Jimin was zipping his pants up, not looking away from the man on the bed in front of him. Shirt still somewhere unknown on the floor, he smiled. “That was fun,” he managed, earning half a smile from the regularity quiet man he’d just fucked. 

It wasn’t uncommon for Jimin to hookup with guys at parties, but it was entirely new that one of his hookups was with a member of BTS. He’d been sure that they were all straight men that only thought about girls and drinking, yet after being forced into this bedroom and looking around, he knew that they had to be more. Jimin observed equipment used for music, notebooks strewn everywhere, comic books littering the desk, and concert tickets in a collage on his roof. It was a typical room for a typical boy, nothing special but entirely personal. 

Yoongi barely acknowledged the comment by Jimin, and Jimin noticed that he was simply staring at him. Once Jimin’s eyes found his shirt, he quickly threw it over his shoulders and awkwardly stood there until Yoongi said something. He debated speaking again. 

“We should do that again sometime,” Yoongi finally spoke, remaining still on the bed. 

The only reply Jimin was able to conjure was, “I didn’t know you were gay.”

This sparked a small grin on Yoongi’s face. “I’m not much for labels.”

A small inkling of doubt krept through Jimin. Had he simply been a college experiment? Sure, he got an amazing finish out of it, but he didn’t like being used in that sort of way. His last boyfriend went right back to girls after him, resolving that he wasn’t into men. 

That shit hurt. It didn’t matter that he tried to convince himself otherwise. 

Yoongi must have sensed something in Jimin because he added, “Besides, you’re not my first. I always hookup outside of school. For privacy.”

Biting his lip, Jimin tried to hold back a smile. Yoongi clearly knew that they went to school together, even though he admitted that he always did things with people who had no idea who he was. 

“I won’t tell anyone.”

Yoongi finally moved, pushing his hair back from his face —something that made Jimin’s knees weak. He’d had it bad for Yoongi since he’d first seen him. “I know you won’t.”

Jimin’s phone suddenly went off in his pocket. Breaking the intense eye contact that he and Yoongi had, he looked to see that it was you. He doesn’t answer. He noticed all the messages that you’d sent him, asking him where he was because you were looking for him and needed him. He knew that it was his cue to leave. 

Heading to the door, Jimin looked at Yoongi one last time. “I’ll make sure no one sees me leaving the room.”

With a slight nod from Yoongi, Jimin left, finding you in mere minutes. 

No one had seen him leave Yoongi’s room, but he did overhear Kim Seokjin asking Kim Taehyung where Yoongi had gone because they were supposed to be playing a game of poker, and Yoongi was essential to counting the cards properly. 

As soon as he found you, he could tell that you wanted to leave, so you made your way out of the loud house and across campus to your apartment only two blocks away. Not a word was said the whole walk home, but as soon as the apartment door was closed behind the two of you, Jimin grabbed ahold of your shoulders and revealed, “I got some serious dicking tonight.”

Your eyes went wide, and you smiled. “OMG! Who?!”

“Min Yoongi.”

“Hah! Okay, Chim, sure.” You laughed, going to the cupboard to grab a glass for some water. You didn’t want that headache when you woke up. 

“Friends don’t lie, Y/N. Min Yoongi was the best sex of my life so far. The man knows what he’s doing,” Jimin admitted, grabbing a mug in the shape of a poké ball from the cupboard for his water instead of just using a glass.

Looking at him with an unbelieving yet impressed expression, it was your turn to spill the tea. “Joon and I almost kissed.”

“Y/N! That’s not even close to some serious dicking! What did we talk about?!”

Covering your face with your hands, you groaned. “Ugh, I know! I was a chicken. He was smelling so good, and his lips looked so plump, and I just couldn’t do it. People would talk. He likes books, Jimin, actual books. It freaked me out to see that different side of him! Plus, RM messaged me, and I realized that it felt wrong to be there with Joon.”

“Look at you calling him Joon…” Jimin teased, trying to lighten the situation. You knew he could tell that you were anxious. 

“You’re a brat,” you mumbled, making your way to the bathroom to get ready for bed. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow…”

“Watch some porn or something! Get yourself off since you couldn’t get Namjoon to do it for you!”

“Have I ever told you that I hate you when you’ve just gotten laid?”