#park jimim x you

[demonshauntingthedoves]

Right of ravage- providing to the lord the right to devastate the fields of his own domain and much more.

Pairing: Lord Jimin x maid reader

Timeline: medieval period (inspo french revolution)

Warning: yandere, power disparity, feudal system, destruction, slavery, foul language, implied physical assault, harsh treatment, degradation.

a part of my Debt series (maknae line)

It was distraughting. You screamed watching your farm burn away.The merciless fire swallowed the precious crops.All the year’s worth of work ashened to nothing. All the food was gone.

Your loud wails echoed over the growling of fire.You were frantic and begged his brother who groped at your hair.

“You’d been returning the money since decades. You ugly peasants should never be offered slack. Now bear the consequences.” He spat in mirth and disgust and threw you in the soil.

Jimin observed the clamour from over his horse. He remained unaffected as if the earth wasn't burning beside him. Your tear clamped eyes shifted to him. You knelt before him, pleading for his pity.

Ugly sobs made you shudder. And he for sure pitied you. Helplessness in human form.

“Lord, please spare us. Please stop the fire.” You cried. The triangles of your neck and the dips of your clavicles appeared with every breath you heaved. Red rimmed eyes stared at him in hope. For he would give the last word in this.

But as much as he pitied you, he wanted to claw up that little hope in you and chew at it. So, he nodded in approval at his brother rather than dismissal and backed his horse away, watching your face turn grey like the smoke swaying in the sky.

This was exactly what he wanted.

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You winced when the needle dug in your finger, you sucked the pierced part, before getting back to stitch the button. This pain was negligible compared to what you’d dealt with.

“Are you fine?”

You faintly smiled and nodded in response to the lady by whose feet you sat. The lord's wife- Mrs. Park. A soft feather amongst stones. Unlike the other harsh noblewomen, she had treated you so well since you were kept to work as a maid. Her kindness was a balm to all your wounds. The same wounds her husband caused.

“Ha-eun.”

Your back cowered at his voice. The said woman made her way to him, humming to her beloved. You kept your eyes lowered, resisting the trembles his fearful presence stirred in you.

Mr. Park retrieved his carriage and placed it on the bed, on the other side of which you remained.

“ My dear, you said your visit there was a month away.” Mrs. Park’s voice saddened, she pressed herself to Jimin’s side, her head over his shoulder.

“The officer has asked for me, I would need to leave today, to reach there in five days.” he informed her, eyes dissecting your reaction to the news, every flicker of your lids and twitch of your lips.

“Fine. I’ll go ready your meals to pack.” she sighed and kissed his shoulder before retreating. “Y/n, get the shirt done and come to the kitchen.”

As Ha-eun footsteps dulled, your heartbeat lurched. To be left alone with Jimin filled you with dread. You hurried to sew the last patch of the shirt and leave.

As you bit the thread and bundled it, you slowed down, staring at the pair of feet that were now in front of you.

“You forgot to greet me.” he complained, voice gravelly and authority. A shiver ran down your spine from his propinquity. You hastily curtsied him, eyes pinned to his shoes.

“Hm. My shoes seem dirty, don't they?.” you understood his demand and reached for your skirt to carefully clean them. Park now held a satisfied smile, hands sneaked in the pockets of his trouser. He reveled in watching you kneel by his toes because that's exactly where you belonged.

“ You are happy, aren't you?”

“Wh-what? My lord? No.” you bend your head lower, to prevent Jimin from noticing your lies. It was true that your heart had thrumped with happiness when you heard he was leaving.

Jimin let out a laugh, which was more of a thinly veiled threat than a joyous one, a warning of impending harm.

“You seem relieved that I'm leaving the town, relieved that you’ll be free now. Awaiting your dreams to come true.”

You bit down a painful sob when he clamped his boot down on your hand, nearly crushing your knuckles. You cried when he pressed heavily on your fingers.

“And even wishing that I wouldn't ever return back and die there. This is what you’d do, right? you ungrateful wench.” Jimin spit with an intent to injure, eyes narrowed on you.

“N-no, lord, I would- I would never wish that upon you.” words tumbled out your mouth in a stumbling rush. You needed to deny it and convince him. You couldn't do otherwise. Pleadings were better before punishments than during the course of it. You crept forward to cling over his leg for forgiveness.

He retracted back in disguised disgust, before lifting his leg and wedging the tip of his shoe under your chin to tilt it up. Humiliation burned you. You still didn't flicker your teary eyes to him. You weren't permitted to look him in the eye.

“Don't lie to me, I’ll crack your jaw open in one swing. I saw your face when I told Ha-eun.” He growled and threatened you. You winced when he dangerously pressed the tip of his shoe on your pulse.

“I swear, I wasn't happy about it. Please, I'm sorry if it appeared like that.” You snivelled, making desperate attempts to appease him. You were just trying to save yourself and delay your doom.

“Look at me.”

Your cowering eyes fluttered up. While Jimin's eyes were blown dark, lust overflooding his anger. He was aroused watching you grovel. He lowered his feet from your chin and dragged it down your breast, subtly prodding at it. Your breath began to writhe.

“Give me your hand.”

He rubbed soothing circles on your wounded hand, you closed your eyes at the show of his care, only to have them blink open in panic the moment your hand was placed on his bulge.

“My lord, please, I'm needed in the kitc-.”

“Go in the attic, now! ”

[kookiewithluv]

..★.──MASTERLIST──.★..

• TITLE: Tears and Temptation (Tangled In Love And Destiny Series)

• PAIRING: Jimin x Actress!Reader

• GENRE: Angst, Romance, Drama, second chance, slowburn (?), Dark Romance

• RATING: 18+

• WORD COUNT: Ongoing

• TRIGGER WARNING: This series contains emotionally intense themes, including emotional manipulation, toxic relationships, mental health struggles, unrequited love, and abandonment issues. Readers may also encounter scenes of emotional breakdowns and explicit sexual content (smut). Please be advised that these topics could be distressing or uncomfortable for some readers.

• SUMMARY: Your life has always been about running—from the fame, the past, and the love that broke you. At a gala, you meet Park Jimin, a man who offers you the escape you've been seeking. His love is gentle, safe, but you’re still haunted by someone you can’t forget. As Jimin pulls you into his world, the question looms: Can his love heal you, or will the past drag you both into a storm of heartache?

• a/n: This story is entirely a work of fiction and is the sole property of @kookiewithluv . The characters, events, and scenarios depicted are products of the imagination and are not intended to represent or reflect real-life situations, nor do I wish for anything portrayed here to occur in reality. I kindly ask that my work not be copied, translated, or reposted as your own on this or any other platform, including YouTube. Please respect the effort and originality behind this piece. Thank you for your understanding and support.

COMING SOON

a/n: Let me know what you think in any way you like—comments, messages, carrier pigeons, whatever! I'd love to hear! If you want to be tagged for future chapters, just holler.

[angellesword]

BAGGAGE | JJK (05)

Summary: Drowning in debt and blood, Jeon Jungkook knows he's better off alone, lest he brings people down with him.

But one drunken night changes everything.

In a blink of an eye, Jungkook found himself drowning not only in debt and blood, but also in dirty diapers and judgmental stares from you, a.k.a his long-lost love and the guardian of the son he didn't even know existed.

Genre and warnings: best friends to lovers, co-parenting, idiots in love, mutual pining, angst, fluff, implied smut, kissing, minor character death, slight getting back together, drama, OC cusses excessively so watch out

Pairing: dad! Jungkook x adoptive mom!Reader

Word Count: 4.6k

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***

Jungkook was in a daze the whole time you vented your feelings, but he miraculously snapped back to reality upon seeing you retreating.

You were walking away from him. Again.

"Wait!" Jungkook's hand attached to a dextrose trickled down with blood when he forced himself to stand, agitatedly running toward you. His stomach wound had barely healed. It hurt to the point where he fell to his knees, forced to whimper as he touched his bleeding stomach.

The stitches came undone. One of the nurses saw Jungkook. She gasped and immediately attended to the sick man.

"Mr. Jeon! Why are you running! Your wounds are bleeding again!" The nurse scolded. You couldn't miss it with how loud her shriek was. You were left with no choice but to look back.

As expected, a torrent of abuse escaped your mouth. You were predictable like that. Your heart was like the ocean as it was big enough to accommodate millions of creatures; one more stinky fish like Jungkook would not kill you.

"You're such a stupid bastard! Get up!" You ran back to Jungkook, your heart bleeding profusely at the sight of your pathetic ex-best friend. Perhaps you were wrong. One stinky fish swimming back to your life was equivalent to millions of gallons of oil spills in your ocean heart.

Seeing Jungkook in pain hurt you worse.

"Mr. Jeon, please get up. We're going to treat your wounds." Another nurse arrived with a wheelchair, assisting Jungkook to sit on it. Jungkook followed, but he gripped the hem of your shirt without the intention of letting go.

"Mr. Jeon," the nurse subtly rolled her eyes. She wasn't paid enough for this, making you feel embarrassed on behalf of said annoying patient.

"I won't leave." You assured but it didn't do much to calm Jungkook. He refused to let you go--one thing his past self didn't have a problem doing before.

"I promise, okay?" You let out a breath. You never broke your promises. Jungkook was appeased, having a taste of your promises earlier when you claimed you wouldn't have gone back to Incheon hadn't been for your vow to your precious Jisoo-unnie.

"You'll be here after they treat me?" Jungkook's voice was barely above a whisper. You couldn't remember your ex-best friend using this tone before, like a kicked puppy begging for love. 

"I will be, but not with him." you glanced at Soobin, who still had his ears covered. The little boy's brattiness knew not to cross boundaries. At three, Soobin already knew you were not some force to be reckoned with. No one (not even Jungkook) could handle an angry you as your attitude turned to something akin to that Japanese legend, Arahabaki. It was terrifying.

"Alright," Jungkook relented.

The nurses silently thanked you before leaving. You merely nodded before turning to your son.

"You can uncover your ears now, sweetheart." You kissed your son's tiny hands. They were very soft.

"Mama not mad?"

Your heart softened. You couldn't help but kiss Soobin again, "Of course not, mon amour. How about this? I'll buy you ice cream later if you promise to be good to Uncle Min. Do we have a deal?"

Soobin popped a thumbs up. "Bin-bin miss you."

"I'll miss you too, baby. But I'll only be gone for a few hours. Have fun, alright?"

You made the necessary phone calls after that. A few minutes later, an Aurus Senat car appeared in front of the hospital.

The car's window rolled down.

"Hi, Mam!”

You would be lying if you said you were pleased to be face-to-face with your boyfriend's assistant, but it's not like you had a choice. Your boyfriend trusted this assistant, so you, by extension, learned to trust him, too. You just didn't like his overly enthusiastic smile.

"I'll be back later tonight. Please take care of my son." You personally placed Soobin on the baby seat, ignoring the assistant's piercing gaze.

"Will do, Mam. You know how much I adore Soobin~~."

You didn't honor that with a response. You said a few more words to your son before gently closing the door.

The assistant was still looking at you. You rolled your eyes, wanting nothing but to wipe that smirk off his face.

So you did, "Tell my boyfriend I said hi. I terribly miss him. Best if he gets ready for me tonight."

That seemed to work. The assistant lost his smirk at once. He let out a choked hum before rolling up his window and driving away.

You knew it was petty, but you felt victorious as you made your way inside the hospital. The nurses told you it would take time before you could talk to Jungkook again. You thanked them, then sat patiently on the waiting bench, pensive about how you should discuss things with Jungkook.

You regretted losing your cool earlier. You got quite the temper—a persistent problem you had had since you were young. You thought having Soobin by your side somehow lessened your anger issues (maybe it did), but Jungkook seemed to bring out the worst in you and hurt you.

Right. Jungkook had hurt you multiple times. 

Seven to Six years ago; 2016 - 2017:

It was an auspicious time for you. Your thesis adviser during college wrote you a recommendation letter that landed you a spot in a prestigious university for your Master's degree.

"Ugh, you're going to school again." Jungkook pretended to retch, but he was fooling no one. Despite his hatred toward the education system, he still got you a present before your classes officially started.

"This is something I enjoy doing, you know?" You responded as you opened your best friend's gift. 

It was a customized ballpen with your name on it. Others might find it ordinary-looking, but you knew that this cost Jungkook a fortune.

"Seriously...?" You couldn't help but stutter a breath. "You're giving me an 18k gold pen?"

"Seriously." Jungkook wrapped your hand around your waist, pulling you closer and gently nibbling your ear. He whispered seductively, "I'll give you everything this world considers best." 

Jungkook's gift to you was from a luxury brand called Montegrappa. He understood how big of a deal this could be for others but not for him. The ballpen's price did not break Jungkook's bank at all. It did not even leave a dent because while you busied yourself with your studies, Jungkook grew his money through business.

Bighit's market share shot through the roof. You were an investor there but only held a small percentage of ownership. You only invested in Bighit to appease Jungkook, though you couldn't lie that even your initial investment profited 5000% more.

Jungkook coaxed you to invest more, but you learned the importance of diversifying your investment in your finance and accounting courses. You maintained only your initial investment in Bighit while putting its interests on various things: bonds, stocks, mutual funds, and more. You basically hit the jackpot after profiting from the Bighit.

Jungkook was the only one who remained loyal to Jimin, refusing to invest anywhere else.

The Bighit had gotten lucky in the past two years because of Jungkook's machinations. You weren’t completely lying when you said Jungkook was licking asses. It took many fancy meetings with other businesspeople before he successfully landed deals with them. You knew Jungkook was at the top of his game because even Jisoo, your older sister, was drawn into investing in Bighit.

Jimin wasn't exactly idle, either. Truthfully, he's busier than Jungkook since he recruited and managed company workers. In short, Jungkook enchanted investors while Jimin oversaw their business operation.

People like you were the ones who had it easy. The only thing Bighit needed from you was your capital. Admittedly, you barely knew how the company operated. You didn't bother with this, knowing your share was less than 20%. Instead, you focused on your studies for the next two years, and before you knew it, you were already on stage to receive your diploma.

But your heart was unhappy; your shoulders slumped as you looked at the crowd. There were two seats reserved for your graduation guests. Jisoo smiled reservedly at you as she occupied the chair on the left, but the spot next to her was empty.

It only meant one thing:

Jungkook did not attend your graduation ceremony.

You deflated. You really couldn't have it all. Jisoo didn't attend during your college graduation as she was busy with work. Now that you were getting your Master's degree, Jungkook couldn't attend.

"Hey, congratulations! I'm looking forward to seeing your next achievement!" The two most important people in your life might not be around at the same time, but your former thesis adviser was always present. He supported you in all your academic pursuits and considered you like his own daughter.

"Thank you, Professor Choi." You forced a smile, sad because of Jungkook and a little uncomfortable because of your thesis adviser's meaningful smile. The ceremony just ended, yet you felt Mr. Choi was planning something for you again.

"No worries, dear. The academe appreciates a rare talent like you. Actually..."

And there it is.

You couldn't avoid listening to Mr. Choi talk. Apparently, your former adviser initiated sending your work to different reputable universities. He said he sent it in passing, but Verlaine, a French professor from Sorbonne University, reached out to him because he had read your work and was hoping to connect with you and offer you a scholarship at Sorbonne.

"I don't know, Mr. Choi," you bit the inside of your cheek, pensive. You had just finished your Master's degree and were planning to rest for a while before pursuing a doctoral degree.

You wanted to travel the world and drink expensive wine with Jungkook. (And maybe sleep with him, too) Admittedly, you missed the feeling of Jungkook's warm body on you; you missed the high you got only when Jungkook whispered sweet nothings to you —the only thing that made you feel like you could conquer the world.

It's been a while since you last had a proper conversation with your best friend. The past few months had been crazy as you prepared for your final feasibility defense. Meanwhile, Jungkook skirted around the topic of 'fixing' a clause on their contract agreement with their associates and subsidiaries.

You learned not to pry regarding Jungkook's proper business; it's your way of showing respect and trust. You couldn't bear to fight Jungkook like you did years ago. That's too messy, and cajoling Jungkook was not for the weak. It's too troublesome. 

But now that you thought about it, perhaps it wouldn't hurt to enquire about the business's standing. Something might have gone wrong for Jungkook to miss your special day. You didn't think Jungkook would mind, considering you deserved an acceptable reason and a sincere apology.

"Jisoo-unnie," your eyes flicked at Jisoo. "Aren't you an associate at Bighit? How's the business these days? Did Jungkook and Jimin hold a meeting?"

Jisoo couldn't meet your gaze, but she forced out an answer. "There's been some lower management issues, but Jungkook-ah told me he's handling it well. Don't worry, alright? You know Jungkook. He'll get around it somehow." Jisoo offered a champagne glass to you, "Here, drink. We should celebrate and discuss your plans to study in France."

Your eyelids fluttered shut, smiling uptight. "I've had enough of this topic, Jisoo-unnie. Actually..." You looked around; the graduation party was far from ending. You were rapidly getting used to ditching your own celebration. "I want to meet up with Jungkook. Can you entertain the guests for me?"

Jisoo seemed to disapprove, but you looked too pitiful. You were many things; you were loud and couldn't pass two minutes without insulting anyone, a defense mechanism you learned when young. But Jisoo knew precisely what was under your edgy mask and sharp tongue.

You loved hard, and it happened that you loved Jungkook the most.

"I'll let you go," Jisoo tapped your back. "Call me, alright?"

"Thanks, Jisoo-unnie."

And that was how you found yourself in front of Jungkook's apartment. You even brought an unopened bottle of champagne Jisoo had gifted you which you couldn't drink as the police sirens assaulted your ear.

"What the f..." You gulped down the profanities in the presence of the law enforcers. It wouldn't do you or Jungkook well if you caused trouble. You blinked and rephrased your question, calmly asking the female officer why they were bringing boxes out of Jungkook's high-end apartment and where Jungkook was.

"We have a search warrant, Miss." The officer explained nonchalantly, probably not to worry a civilian like you. "We can't discuss the criminal case for now, but I assure you that Mr. Jeon is not in trouble. He is merely invited to the police station for a statement."

"How the fuck is that supposed to assure me?" Your temper flared up at once. The officer did not flinch and refused to explain further.

Agitation overtook your senses as you cursed yourself for not knowing anything law-related. You debated calling your lawyer but decided against it because Jungkook was not some fragile little boy. If anything, Jungkook was probably ten steps ahead of these officers. Perhaps he orchestrated this whole thing.

You looked around, too. Jungkook lived in a high-security place. No one here would dare blab the situation to the public. The neighbors kept their doors tightly shut, refusing to associate themselves with the investigation.

You did everything to reassure yourself and keep your sanity. You left the officers in favor of driving to the station, realizing you didn't need to call your lawyer or anyone else; you only needed to see Jungkook.

To your luck, you immediately spotted Jungkook outside the station, laidback and grinning widely while talking to two police officers.

"Jungkook." You never claimed to be a patient woman. You went straight to Jungkook and ignored the officers.

It was rare to see a surprise Jungkook, too. He arched his brow, mouth slightly parted as he took in your slackened jaw. "What are you doing here? Aren't you with Jisoo-noona?"

You felt yourself flinch. Since when did Jungkook start sounding and acting like your presence was a big burden?

"You didn't attend my graduation," you said resentfully.

Jungkook merely looked at you before switching his gaze to the officers; his smile returned as he bid them goodbye. After that, Jungkook simply walked away, ignoring you, who stood there dumbfounded.

This bastard—!?

"Jungkook, you shit!" You ran after your best friend and soon caught up with him.

Jungkook still didn't stop, so you had no choice but to block his way.

"What do you want?" Jungkook wasn't his usual goofy self. In fact, his voice was uncharacteristically cold.

You felt your heart leaping to your throat, your boldness cowering at the presence of a reserved Jungkook. You were none the wiser but were able to change tactics at the last minute.

You grasped his wrist, "What happened to you? Are you in trouble? Can...can I help you?"

Jungkook was taken aback, obviously not used to you being soft-spoken.

"It's nothing." Jungkook used his free hand to caress your cheek. They were cold. You must have ran just to see him. "Nothing I can't handle. Don't worry, your two brain cells can't understand it even if I try to explain it to—"

"I got my Master's degree today, you fucking bastard!" You were about to hit your best friend, which Jungkook immediately dodged. He had memorized everything about you, from your insults to your breathing to your movements—

"You did." Jungkook was an enigma, and gone was the cold haze enveloping him. He pulled you close to him and hugged you tightly.

—and even the rhythm of your heartbeat. 

"Congratulations on getting your Master's degree, sweetheart." He kissed the top of your head.

You stuttered a breath and punched Jungkook's chest. "You're so annoying. I don't understand you at all."

Jungkook chuckled lightly, drawing circles on the small of your back, and then he said:

"You're not supposed to. I love you; that's all you need to know."

It was, in fact, not all you needed to know. Days passed after your graduation, and Jungkook's business remained a mystery to you. You couldn't reach your best friend at all, so you reluctantly reached out to Park Jimin. Like Jungkook, Jimin was also unreachable.

"What the fuck is happening?" You cussed, feeling your blood running hot. You were pissed and were kept in the dark. Jungkook hadn't gone this long without contacting you. It was already bad enough when Jungkook acted all hot and cold during your graduation day; Jungkook even refused to cuddle with you that night, opting to just talk to you in your living room. When you woke up the next day, Jungkook was already gone. You received no news about him since then.

You flopped down the couch, remembering Professor Choi's advice, "You're too hotheaded, dear. It will one day be your downfall. Why don't you calm down before opening that mouth of yours? Are you familiar with the 4-7-8 breathing technique?"

It had gotten so bad back then. You were defending your research paper before the panelist when you felt your temper flaring up. Luckily, Professor Choi was there to call for a short break and pacify you.

Looking back, Professor Choi's advice was of great help to you. You could apply it now, so after settling on the couch, you breathed in and distracted yourself by watching the news.

Wrong move.

The headline sent you into a spiral, "Breaking News: Bighit, a start-up and a unicorn company, turns out to be the second Enron of this generation."

You couldn't breathe, yet you forced yourself to understand what was happening. If you remembered the lectures in your MBA courses correctly, then Bighit was compared to a unicorn because of its rare success in the business world (much like a mythical unicorn), with Bighit being valued at one billion dollars or more in just a few years of operation. 

It was a good thing, but the headline did not stop with just that. Bighit was linked to Enron, too, a bankrupt company that committed fraud and ruined countless lives.

How could Jungkook's company be linked to something diabolical?

You refused to believe the news; regrettably, all evidence stated otherwise. You checked the stock price per share of Bighit, and your jaw dropped, seeing how much it had fallen. The news was cut short, though a few minutes later, it televised Park Jimin walking out of the police station. Your lips quivered while watching Jungkook's beloved hyung look like a pale ghost; his eyes barely opened because of how flashy the camera flashes were.

You didn't know where to go or who to call anymore. You couldn't barge into the police station like you did days ago. The place was crawling with reporters, and for once, you made use of your brain, afraid that your fragile temper would burst and make the situation worse.

For a while, all you could do was wait.

***

It was established before that you had the patience of a three-year-old. You couldn't sit still, so you did the only way you could think of to talk to Jungkook: you bought a large amount of Bighit's share over the counter. Ango Sakaguchi, the previous stockholder from whom you brought your shares, did not hesitate to sell his shares. Although Ango looked at you as if you were crazy. Bighit was at risk of getting delisted from major stock exchanges; the value of its market per share was basically at the basement of a rock bottom.

But you did not care. Being a major stockholder at Bighit guaranteed you a seat in the company's board meeting. Truth be told, you finally saw Jungkook, Jimin, and even your Jisoo-unnie during the emergency meeting.

"Dear, what are you doing here?" Jisoo was surprised to see you, but you merely looked at Jisoo, whom you also couldn't contact these past few days.

"My client isn't participating in this meeting as a board member but simply as a shareholder who values her contribution to the company." You had come prepared by bringing your lawyer and letting him speak on your behalf. You might not know a thing or two about the law, but you didn't get your MBA degree for a show. You knew the threats that came from buying Ango Sakaguchi's shares.

Unlike Jimin and Jungkook, you and Jisoo were merely stockholders who funded the business. You did not oversee the operations of Bighit, so now that the company was in trouble, the only problem for you and your sibling was the threat of not getting your investment back.

You and Jisoo were invited to today's meeting to discuss the order of priority in the payment of the company's liabilities as well as its threat to be delisted by the Security and Exchange Commission. (SEC)

The meeting commenced. Your focus was not on the speaker but on Jungkook. The latter did not bother to shoot you a glance; his attention focused solely on the meeting and Jimin.

You clenched your fists. This was not the time to be jealous, but the green-eyed monster had long engulfed you. 

"The SEC gave us 90 days to pay our legal obligations. First to the taxes we owed, then the unpaid wages and other benefits of our employees, followed by our outside debtors, and lastly, our shareholders." Jimin announced. He also filled in the board members and others about their pending criminal case.

You slouched on your swivel chair, listening intently to your lawyer, who was whispering some legalities to your ear. Your eyes were shooting holes at Jungkook, though.

You tilted your head and raised your hand.

"Yes?" Jimin turned to you.

"I am abandoning my shares."

Now, that caught Jungkook's attention. Your best friend looked you dead in the eyes, his jaw ticking, but he refused to speak.

Jimin sighed, "You owned a significant number of shares in Bighit. Are you sure you want to forfeit your rights to any remaining assets?"

You did not respond at first and just twirled in your hand the golden pen Jungkook gifted you two years ago. Your lawyer spoke on your behalf, "My client does not care about the money. She wants her shares to be liquidated and used to pay the company's obligations. We humbly implore you to prepare an agreement to honor my client's request."

Jimin was about to agree, but Jungkook beat him to it.

"Bullshit." 

The curse reverberated through the meeting room. If this was an ordinary day, you would surely respond with twice or thrice Jungkook's cuss, but you were too hurt by Jungkook's silence these past few days that you chose to shut up.

"Dear, have you thought about this?" Jisoo couldn't help but interfere, too.

Your lawyer cleared his throat and answered for you again, "The matter has been discussed thoroughly by my client and me. No one here needs to worry."

Jimin felt the tension's thickness, so he tried to cut through it, "Very well. This is highly appreciated. Atsushi, please draft the agreement with Jisoo’s sister now."

The meeting continued for two more hours before Jimin adjourned it. Everyone started to leave, and you told your lawyer to be on your way, too.

"See you soon, Mam." The lawyer nodded and left.

You remained seated in the swivel chair, lightly turning as you watched people leave until Jungkook was the only one left.

Jungkook stood up and made his way to the door, but you pretended to be unconcerned. Your heart was in your throat, though.

But your trepidation didn't last long when you heard the lock click in place.

You exhaled and twirled your chair to face Jungkook, who was leaning on the door with his arms crossed.

"So what now, shithead?" Your silence was only reserved during the meeting. Now that you were alone with Jungkook, you couldn't help but bark.

The corner of Jungkook's mouth ticked. "Classic you. Are you that desperate to talk to me that you wasted millions so I can throw you a bone?"

You weren’t wearing your choker, but you felt as though something was squeezing your neck. You found it hard to breathe.

"You think you can agitate me with your words? I've been too hotheaded, haven't I?" You stood up, slowly but heavily trudging toward your best friend. "Well, guess what, shitty Jungkook."

It was instantaneous. You grabbed Jungkook's shirt collar and slammed him on the wall. Jungkook's eyes rolled at the back of his head because of how hard you had pushed him.

"You can tease me all you want, but between you and I, you know who fucked up, and it isn't me."

Something flashed across Jungkook's face. If you were to name it, it would probably be pain, but you couldn't be sure as it was gone in the blink of an eye.

Jungkook smirked.

"Why? Because I didn't run to you crying about how I fucked up? You would want that, wouldn't you?" Jungkook laughed mirthlessly. "Over my dead body."

You were wrong. It wasn't pain that flashed on Jungkook's face. It was anger. After all these years, you realize that Jungkook had not fully forgiven you for saying he had made the wrong decision of venturing with Jimin.

Suddenly, you lost your will to fight Jungkook because this wasn't just about Jungkook ghosting you. It was about Jungkook building his walls against you.

You let go of your best friend at once, and then you took a step backward, defeated.

But Jungkook wasn't done with his attack. Years of frustration had bubbled up, and now, it exploded.

Jungkook's Adam's apple bobbed. It looked as if it took everything in him to say what he needed to say, but it still didn't prepare you for the pain that would shoot your heart and soul.

"I slept with Jisoo-noona."

One sentence, five words.

You and Jungkook had been friends since you were five. You had said hurtful words to each other before—all of which you didn't mind much. How could you, when you knew your words hurt Jungkook more?

But this…this was different. Nothing could ever top this betrayal.

"Y-You…" You choked back a sob. Fury and hurt crawled from your feet to your neck; they were like a knife blinding your eyes with one swift cut.

The tears obscured your vision. You couldn't (didn't want) to see Jungkook's expression.

You cast your gaze on the floor, watching your tears stain the cold tiles.

The silence was suffocating. Neither of you could take it anymore.

"You know," so you shattered it. "I might be a cussing machine, but I'm not as cruel as you, Jungkook."

You balled your hands into fists, forcing yourself to meet Jungkook's gaze. Just this once. You wanted to look at Jungkook and let him see just how much he had hurt you.

"I don't know shit about your company, but I know one thing." You smiled sadly, "I know I was wrong to believe you love me."

Once, someone told you, 'I love you; that's all you need to know.' Then, he proceeded to break your heart after.

"You—"

"But if you insist that you love me, then…" You cut him off. "Take it away because I don't want it. I've got no use for your disgusting love."

With that, you left, ignoring all calls from Jungkook and your Jisoo-unnie. You only answered one text, and it went like this:

To: Paul Verlaine I accept the scholarship. When can I leave for France? ***

A/N: Hi guys, apologies if there are so many boring jargon, i tried to minimize it as much as i could, but they’re mostly imperative for the story to progress, so i couldn’t fully eradicate it. This chapter is a bit funny to me because honestly, I am so OC who couldn't forget lectures I've learned during college 😆 I've written SO MANY academic papers because of that company's scandal.

anyway, i’ve mentioned before that this fic is originally a bsd fanfic, so the oc is patterned to chuuya nakahara, please stop sending me anon message complaining that oc is cussing too much and she overdoes it because I know. she is supposed to be that way and trust me when I say it is also imperative for the plot. you will come to realize that in the following chapter, but if it really annoys you, please do yourself a favor and stop reading this fic. there are so many fics out there which are much more well-written and would not annoy you. read that instead. thank you ~~

as usual, comments are highly valued! i’ll edit this chapter later, my eyes are hurting now huhu

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[luke-patch]

[nucleo-bang-tan]

The Uisa's Daughter | Prologue

Pairing/s: Kim Taehyung X Reader, Jeon Jungkook X Reader, Slight Min Yoongi X Reader

Genre: Medieval Korea AU, Mystery, Strangers To Lovers, Angst, Smut

Ratings: 18+ Mature Themes

Warning/s: None for the Prologue except extreme confusion

Word Count: 450

A/n: Hanseong: Modern day Seoul; Uisa: A doctor, Please leave comments, I love to hear from you guys...

Teaser Chapter I Chapter II Chapter III Chapter IV

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In the 1700s, the Jeon Dynasty spread all across the Korean peninsula.  Happiness quadrupled with the founder Emperor's presence, or so it seemed. Secrets scattered over the palace in the capital city, Hanseong* were known to none except a few.

None pretty, all better when hidden from the kingdom.

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What does freedom mean? The question has been haunting her for twenty years. What she got for an answer was a good thrashing, more oppression, and no escape from the life she lived. Her only connection to reality was her addiction to him. Being with him was the only thing that kept her alive.

He was the only one who made her feel free. Oh, how couldn't he? The love was utterly pure, the lust was never-ending, may it be physical or emotional, and he couldn't help but ask for more. They were each other's restraint from going insane.

All she wanted was to run away with him and be addicted to him for the rest of her life. He was the cure.

All he wanted was for her to be with him. He wasn't the one to hesitate even a bit to kill for her. She was the cure.

Only there was another. Whose eyes were reserved only for her, many years past and many to come. Oh, but she was forbidden.

But only when Eve ate the forbidden fruit did humanity come into existence. How was he supposed to keep himself from her then?

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"Who are you?" She looked at his drenched form, mirroring hers. The only thing that differed was his bare torso. A sudden realization made fear shoot through every nerve of her body. He seemed to be a commander of higher rank and she just made him save her clumsy self from the rain. What if he tells the emperor? She could be put to death for just being here.

He was scared too, but for a different reason. Being with her scared him. His love and obsession for her scared him. The last thing he wanted was to see her hurt. That is why he kept his distance all these years, but guess what? Even fate wants them to meet eventually.

"I am sorry but you need to be more aware of your surroundings." He said trying to sound nonchalant. He could see the fear in her eyes but chose to ignore it. Did he scare her?

"I-I'll keep that in mind." She bowed fervently.

"Jungkook..."

"What?" She tilted her head in confusion.

"I am Jungkook, Jeon Jungkook." Prince Jungkook?

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To burn with desire and keep quiet about it is the greatest punishment we can bring on ourselves. ---Federico García Lorca

[mykoreanlove]

city lights

Ever since you were young, you believed in a fairytale love.

You longed for a lover that was destined to be with you, head over heels, all-in for you. A love that felt comfortable yet thrilling at the same time. You dreamed of a lover that would sweep you off your feet and rescue you from everything bad in the world.

Sadly, you gave up on that idea a long time ago.

You sat next to your boyfriend on the pitch-black balcony overlooking the bright city lights. He was worn out, deep frown lines etched into his pretty face. A lit cigarette was dangling in between his fingers, that was the only source of light left in the both of you.

You took another sip of your red wine, tasting the sourness on your tongue. At least it felt less sour than your own life.

“I cheated on you”, Jimin declared sternly. There was no emotion left in him.

You nodded your head in silence. This wasn’t a surprise as both of you had been unhappy for far too long. You snatched the cigarette out of his fingers and took a drag. It tasted disgusting.

“I cheated on you, too.”

Jimin didn’t even turn around to face you, he couldn’t care less. This wasn’t love anymore, this was destruction.

In that moment of revelation, the air between you two felt heavy with the weight of truth and disappointment. The city lights below seemed to blur into a sea of uncertainty as you both grappled with the shattered remnants of your relationship.

“Don’t you love me anymore?”

You watched his reaction cautiously. His jaw was clenched, and his eyes were empty.

“I don’t think either one of us knows what love is, y/n.”

Silence lingered in the air for what felt like an eternity before Jimin spoke again, his voice a weary whisper, "Maybe we were never meant to be that fairytale love." His words hung in the air, a painful acknowledgment of the reality you both faced.

You looked at him, your eyes searching for a flicker of emotion, but his gaze remained fixed on the distant lights. The balcony became a battlefield of unspoken words and broken dreams.

Without breaking the silence, you stood up, leaving the cigarette behind, the embers fading in the cold night air. You walked to the railing, gripping it tightly as if trying to anchor yourself amidst the storm of emotions.

"I think it's time for us to let go," you said, your voice steady despite the turmoil within. "We've become something we're not proud of, something toxic. Maybe it's time to find our own paths and heal separately."

Jimin finally turned to face you, his eyes reflecting a mixture of sadness and relief. "Maybe you're right," he conceded, his shoulders slumping with the weight of reality.

As you walked away from the balcony, leaving the city lights and the remnants of your broken relationship behind, a sense of liberation washed over you. The fairytale love you once believed in might have crumbled, but perhaps there was a chance for a new beginning.

"At the time it felt like I set him free but in hindsight it was the other way around", you explained to the stranger in a bar. "I set myself free from this and now I don't know who I am anymore."

The city lights that once seemed suffocating now became a symbol of endless possibilities. "Why don't you just be yourself for a change?", emerald eyes sparkled back at you while proposing this approach.

"Just be you, y/n."

As time passed, you found solace in the simple joys of life - reconnecting with old friends, pursuing forgotten passions, and learning to love yourself. The scars of the past began to fade, and a newfound strength emerged from the ashes of your previous relationship.

You never heard from Jimin again. You never got another chance to look into his almond shaped eyes. You couldn’t even remember the last time you felt his plush lips on yours. Yet somehow that was ok.

Jimin, too, embarked on his journey of self-reflection. The city, once a witness to the unraveling of your love, now became a backdrop for his own personal growth.

Maybe, just maybe, the fairytale love you had dreamt of wasn't about finding someone else to complete you, but rather about becoming whole on your own. And as the city lights continued to twinkle in the night, a new chapter unfolded—one of resilience, growth, and the possibility of a different kind of love.

[lovemyself97]

₊ ˖ ❀ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ❀

៚ ᴊᴇᴏɴ ᴊᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ

Convenience Store - 0.6k words

You forgot your wallet and that was a good thing. Saved by a small kind gesture from a stranger, but perhaps not so strange.

⤿ Autumn Rain part.2 - 1.2k words

You have to give him his wallet back, why not now that you're stuck together because of the rain?

soon.... part.3

៚ ᴘᴀʀᴋ ᴊɪᴍɪɴ

soon....

៚ ᴋɪᴍ ᴛᴀᴇʜʏᴜɴɢ

soon....

៚ ᴊᴜɴɢ ʜᴏsᴇᴏᴋ

soon....

៚ ᴍɪɴ ʏᴏᴏɴɢɪ

soon....

៚ ᴋɪᴍ ɴᴀᴍᴊᴏᴏɴ

soon....

៚ ᴋɪᴍ sᴇᴏᴋᴊɪɴ

soon....

[jeonsjiddies]

Show Me | pjm (m)

Summary - Jimin shows you how good he can make you feel.

Word Count - 2146

Pairing -  Jimin x reader

Genre - smut

Warnings - penetrative sex, exhibitionism, voyerism, dirty talk, dom jimin

a/n -  another re-write from a previous fandom. :)

“This project will be worth 30% of your grade.“ 

A normal Wednesday morning in  your government class just got a little more interesting.

“I assigned you partners,“ the professor continued as a collective groan echoed through the classroom. 

“Jeon Jungkook  and Kim Taehyung.” 

Jungkook and Tae high fived.

“Kim Seokjin and Min Yoongi.”  

“Jung Hoseok and Kim Namjoon.” 

Hoseok whooped quietly, grinning at Namjoon

“Y/N and Park Jimin.” She said and you froze, glancing over at the notorious bad boy who raised an eyebrow at you, as one corner of his mouth tilted up.

You couldn’t focus on the rest of the names that she read off because you were too busy panicking. How did you end up paired with Jimin? Was the teacher trying to kill you? You had nothing against the blonde haired risk-taker, quite the opposite. You had a huge crush on Jimin. From his long soft, pushed back locks, to his shimmering brown eyes, to his freakishly large thighs and strong frame. He was terrifyingly attractive, sex on legs, and you were nervous as hell to work with him.

“Please get together with your partners and discuss your strategies for this assignment.”  

Jimin smiled that devilish smile, beckoning you over with one finger. You gathered your books and stood, walking on wobbly legs towards the sinfully gorgeous boy.

“Hey.”  

“Hey,” you tried to sound normal.

“Don’t be scared, princess. I don’t bite - hard,” he grinned, sensing your uneasiness.

He leaned far into your personal space as he said it and you noticed the tangy scent of his cologne as you sucked in a breath. He even smelled like heaven.

“I’m- I’m not,” you said  quietly.

“You seem pretty nervous to me. Listen, just because I’ve got a reputation doesn’t mean I’m some lawless thug who-“ 

“No! I don’t think that!” you interjected, “I don’t have anything against you or your reputation.” 

“Then why are you acting like you could jump up and flee out the nearest exit if I move too fast?” he accused. 

“Social anxiety.”  

“Oh,” he said, The guilt apparent on his features.

“Yeah. So which amendment did you want to start with?” you asked,  getting focused and trying not to sniff him; he smelled so good.

 20 minutes later, you’d both picked out which amendments you’d be showcasing as having a lasting impact on the country, and which ones seemed out of date. The bell rang and you stood up to leave when Jimin placed a hand on your arm, his fingers on your bare skin burned in a delightful way.

“I’m sorry about earlier, I… I'm just so tired of being looked down on for where I come from,” he explained. 

“I could never look down on you, Jimin. You’re too tall,” you joked, earning a rare Jimin genuine smile, “ should we exchange numbers so we can work on the project?“  

“Oh don’t worry y/n, I’ll find you,” He grinned deviously. 

You flushed, watching him saunter down the hallway.

You organized records in alphabetical order a few nights later at your afterschool job. You didn’t hear the doorbell chime, so you nearly peed your pants when a soft, sultry voice whispered in your ear.

“Told you I’d find you.”

You whirled around, coming face to face with Jimin. He was dangerously close to you, if you just used your tiptoes, you could kiss him. Your heart beat like a hummingbirds in your chest.

“Hi,” you breathed out in a whisper.

“Hi,” he whispered back, gaze flicking from your eyes to your lips.

His tongue danced across his own lips, and he started to lean in. The doorbell chimed, breaking the spell you’d both been under and he stepped back quickly.

“So um, maybe tomorrow after school, you could come over and work on the government project?” he asked, running a hand through his hair. 

“Yeah, sounds good. Can I ride with you though? I’m saving up for a car,”  you looked down. 

“Sure, meet me by the front door after your last lecturel.”

You watched him walk out the door, letting out the breath you hadn’t known you’d been holding.

You anxiously bounced your leg up and down during the last class of the day. You have been on edge all day. You were going to Jimin’s place. Would his roommates be home? Did he have roommates? Would you two be alone? So many of your naughty dreams had taken place in this seemingly imaginary place and this place was about to be real. You knew nothing sexual was actually going to happen, but you were still so nervous. The bell rang and you jumped out of your skin. It was time. You gathered your things, and walked to the front door, where Jimin was waiting for you. Hoseok and Jin  were by his side, all of them laughing.

“Hey y/n,” Jimin smiled. 

“Hey Y/N,” Jin and Hoseok said at the same time, both of them shouting “jinx!”

You giggled and waved hello.  Jimin threw an arm around your shoulders and walked with you to his bike. All eyes were on you, questions swimming through the halls of your university. People whispered to their friends and stared and ashamed.

“Everyone’s looking at us,” you whispered . 

“Good,” he winked and helped you onto the bike. 

You pressed your body close to his, arms wrapped tightly around his waist. He sped out of the parking lot, leaving the spectators in the dust. You buried your head into his back, trying not to watch the lines on the road flash by. When he pulled up to the apartment complex, you didn’t let go for a moment.

“You ok?”  

“Yeah, just give me a second. I’m a little woozy.” 

He got off the bike and looked at you for a moment, then picked you up and carried you inside.

“Put me down!” you shriek-laughed. 

“Didn’t want you to stumble since you were ‘woozy’,” he shrugged, plopping you into the couch. 

You hated to admit it, but being held in his lean, strong arms make you feel alive, like adrenaline have been shot straight into your heart. You already missed the warm, safe feeling. You sighed. 

“So… hungry? Thirsty?”  

“I’m okay, thanks,” you smiled and he sat next to you on the couch, far too close but not nearly close enough. 

 As you typed out which amendments were outdated, you were hyper aware of Jimins’ every movement. It was driving you crazy, being so close to him. You both chatted about random topics, as you worked. About halfway through, you stood up to stretch and take a break, as did Jimin. You took a step towards the kitchen for some water, tripping over your backpack, but Jimin’s strong arms darted out to catch you. Your hands on his chest, his arms around you, that’s where it really began. You were being electrocuted by his touch. You both stayed like that, lost in each other’s eyes. 

Jimin moved in slow motion, lips barely grazing yours in feather soft brushes. Gentle, sweet. You were floating on air. Then, the wild fire broke out, Jimin’s lips crashing down on yours with so much need and desire, you could barely keep up. He shoved you against a wall, hands roaming everywhere on your body, lighting you ablaze. You moaned into his mouth, able to stop it. His hands on your body sent you into another level of lust, another level of craving him. He bit down harshly on your neck creating a gasp from you. He blew cold air on it, licking the sore red spot. The stinging turned to tingling, sending shivers down your spine.

“Everyone’s going to see these tomorrow know that you’re mine,” he pulled your hips closer roughly.

“I’ve been watching you, princess. I’ve seen you in those pretty little skirts, completely unaware of all the boys watching you. Unaware of what you’re doing. Teasing. I’ve wanted this from the day I laid eyes on you. So many nights alone I would think of your pretty plump lips wrapped around my cock,” he groaned. 

His words had you soaking.

“Why did you wait?”    

“Didn’t think you’d want someone like me,” he shrugged. 

“Do you know how many nights I’ve touched myself to the thought of you, Jimin? How many times I’ve moaned your name, wishing your hands were the ones touching me? You’re so sexy, so brave. I’ve wanted you inside me for so long,” you whispered hotly 

“You got off thinking about me?”  

You bit your lip, nodding. 

“Show me,” he grinned mischievously. 

You bravely took his hand and had him guide you to his room. You crawled onto his bed as he stood, watching you. Your eyes locked on his, you began undressing. Slowly, you removed everything you were wearing, your hands going to your breasts. You kneaded them, rolling your nipple between your forefinger and thumb. 

“Mmm...” you closed your eyes, lolling your head back, “Fuck, Jimin.” 

Your hands slowly traveled down your body, until they landed by your aching heat. Your fingers danced along your slit, then you pushed one inside yourself, arching your back and groaning as you circled it around your clit. Jimin’s breath hitched as he watched you pleasure yourself for him. You added another finger, pumping it in and out slowly, squirming on Jimin’s bed. You’d done this a thousand times, but with Jimin’s face watching your every move, it was so much more thrilling, it was erotic. You began moving your fingers faster, his name falling from your lips as you got closer, your orgasm crashing over you. 

“Mmm… oh gosh, Jimin,” you moaned loudly, eyes connected with his, and you could hear his heavy breathing. 

You lay there, naked body on full display for Jimin. His eyes had darkened, his deep brown now resembling black. 

“Shit princess, that was so fucking sexy,“ he groaned, stepping towards the bed, “but I can make you feel even better.” 

“Show me,” you purred. 

Jimin sprang into action, flinging his shirt off and unbuckling his jeans faster than you’d ever seen anyone move. Down to his boxers, he crawled on top of you, kissing you rough and deep and so good. You couldn’t believe this was actually happening. His boxer-covered erection ground against your dripping core and you groaned. 

“You like that baby? Like how my big fat cock feels against that tight little pussy?” He moaned in your ear. 

“Yes, fuck,” you whimpered, “Jimin, I need you.” 

Jimin grabbed a condom from inside his night stand and slipped it on quickly, aligning himself with your entrance. He slowly pushed in, and oh gosh it stung. He was so big. He lay still for a moment, watching your face for a sign you were ready to move. When you nodded, he slowly pulled out of you, then gently thrust back in. The stinging turned to this amazing, warm, delicious feeling and Jimin started moving faster, whispering dirty things in your ear, telling you how good you felt around him. 

“So beautiful, you take it so good baby,” he encouraged you, but you couldn’t answer. You were a moaning mess underneath him.

Jimin hit every good spot, and knew exactly what he was doing as he pounded into you, and you’d never felt such bliss in your life. The fire deep inside of you was one that you weren’t sure could be quenched. He filled you up so completely, bringing you absolute ecstasy. Jimin was made to fuck, and he was amazing at it. You writhed underneath him, unable to keep still from the insane amounts of pleasure coursing through you. You knew you were close, and so did Jimin, his hand reaching down to draw figure 8’s on your clit.  When your orgasm came, it was like the entire world was shaking. You screamed out his name, back aching into his body, feeling like your soul was leaving yours. You were flying. You felt high. Jimin filled the condom seconds later, panting as his body collapsed on top of yours. He rolled next to you and gathered you in his arms. 

“Holy shit,” he breathed, chest rising and falling rapidly. 

“Agreed,” you nodded, snuggling into his embrace. 

He smirked, and kissed your cheek. You blushed and hid your face in his neck, making him laugh. 

“How can you be shy after all that?” 

“Shut up,” you mumbled into his skin. 

“Y/N?” He asked quietly.

“Hmmm?” 

“I want you, all the time. I don’t want to have to let you go after this, will you be mine?” he asked, and when you were quiet ( simply because you were in shock) he added “I promise I’ll treat you right, like you deserve.”

You lifted your head to meet his gaze, smiling at him as you nodded, telling him you would be his. 

“Show me.” 

[tth-pdf]

Burning for love; JJK [01]

Contents: Future smut and just a hint, like very very little of dirty talk here, supernatural, romance, fluff and a chapter painfully unedited.

Pairing: Werewolf!alpha!jungook x Omega!reader.

Summary: A handsome man is hunting you in the dreams world, making every day more difficult to repress the need to come and find him in the middle of the night to submit yourself to his every wish.

Requests: ON

A/N: thank you so much for the support sweeties, here’s the next chapter as promised, enjoy it very much because I’m already working on the next, love you all and stay safe, also let me know what you think! 💖

Despite the dreams giving you signs of the one who complements your soul you refuse to accept the fate, because there’s no way that you belong to a pack alpha as him, powerful and demanding. Created for bearing strong pups with an equal omega by his side, just as the she wolves around your pack, but instead your just an omega newly presented, who is too shy to even say hi sometimes, too shy to say hello to the creature that was created to accompany your path until death do you part, instead you watch from afar, watching how he treats his friends and how he politely rejects every girl thats swoons around him and you know he watches too but you just try to ignore him, fighting your instincts to just go and scent him just for the fun of it, just to watch the girls that ache for him to come and see that the moon herself sent him your way.

With all this things swimming in your mind you can’t concentrate in your literature class, simply drawing little black wolves around what was supposed to be notes.

Right now you thank god that you don’t share any class with him, since he’s two years older than you.

So you decide that the best decision is to skip class and just chill a little outside to get some fresh air, high hopes of simply clear your mind.

But the calm aura that you were building suddenly crumbles as your body do with someones back.

“I’m sorry” you’re quick to say with hopes to not trigger that person and can keep your way, but once again that’s not what’s about to happen because that same person grabs your forearm before you saved yourself.

“Well, well, what are you doing around the campus all alone and smelling like that baby?”

You don’t answer since you’re too nervous and slightly scared of the hand grabbing you way too hard.

“Hm, where’s your alpha honey, do you even have one?”

When a moment of courage crosses you, you dare to hold the gaze of the alpha in front of you.

You could have accept a behavior like this form him, but not from just a random horny wolf.

“I-I…Please let me go if you don’t wanna have problems”

The nerves increase when the alpha in front of you does nothing more than tighten his grip and laugh with his friends about you.

“You don’t want me to have problems, huh?, how sweet of you…And with who are we going to have problems?”

You were about to answer when suddenly you’re feeling goosebumps everywhere and an inevitable feeling of safety, natural instincts kicking in without giving you a chance to decide for yourself, all accompanied with the great feeling that you get to experiment when hearing his voice in between dreams.

“With me is who you are going to have problems”

Immediately the guy loosens but still he won’t let go the grip in your forearm and back off just a little, intimidated by the taller and stronger alpha in front of him, even though they’re the same breed it’s the way that Jungkook carries himself and the way he won the respect, he won it how a good pack leader is supposed to, thinking in others before himself.

“I suggest you to take your fucking nasty hands off of my omega”

At the time he’s saying his powerful sentence you can feel his hot body against your own, hard with years of training for his position and right now ready to attack, hands of your own itching to touch him and to have your way with him right in this hallway.

That wasn’t really a suggestion, was a command, the other alpha knowing what was best for him and obeying, quickly turning around with this friends and leaving you there, frozen in your place and with a heavy heart.

After a couple seconds just standing there, Jungkook decides to talk and enchant you with that deep yet sweet voice reserved just for you.

“Won’t you talk to me, pretty girl?”

You close your eyes, praying to the gods above to save you from this pain to touch him or to simply help you erase that insecurities flowing in your mind and make him yours.

“T-thanks”

That was all you could say, not even lookin him in the eyes.

“Look at me baby, your alpha is begging you to show him your pretty eyes”

Your omega genes taking the best of you and giving him what he wants, but as soon as you place your eyes on his your legs decided to give up, but just when you think that yore going to touch the ground strong arms encircle your frame, just like the dream.

“There you are pretty girl, I knew you would give your alpha just what he needs, right?, because you’re such a good girl”

Your body reacting by pure instinct and hugging him against you with such a force that makes him chuckle, realizing just how needy for him you are.

“All this time trying to ignore the fact that you belong to me has had you suffering but look at you right now, throwing yourself to me like a bitch in heat”

And that’s exactly what your body is asking you, while you nose his neck as much as you can, burying yourself in the deep ocean of the comfort that just a mate can bring you to.

“I’m sorry alpha, please take the pain away, please, I-I will do anything you desire. Just m-make it stop”

Jungkook feels a little anxious since you’re still in the middle of a hallway in the school and your scent will be attracting more males which turns his eyes darker and his body tense, feeling even more possessive with what’s his, but at least he has to get you out of here.

“Let me take you out of fucking here at least my pretty girl, god… The things I’ll do to you”

The rational part of your brain is dizzy with the feeling of your men so close and the fears are suddenly long forgotten and all you want is him.

“Come on pretty baby, your alpha’s gonna take you to a warm nest to lay on, alright?, all you have to do is walk a little, at least until we are at the door, I know you can do that honey”

Jungkook has been waiting for this moment since the night he saw your pretty grey fur in the middle of the night, your wolf calling for him, so loud that he couldn’t even lie down and chill, so he was going to make sure you never forget to who you belong and what happens when you challenge the alpha trying to run away from fate.

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[namjooningelsewhere]

The Fitting.

Pairing : Park Jimin x reader

Rating : 18+

Genre : Total Smut!! Hell lot of smut actually.

Summary : What happens when you end up doing a fitting session for an idol because everyone else at work has been busy and your the only one at the studio? You had nothing in mind unless you saw the idol in person - PARK FUCKING JIMIN!!!!!!!! Worse somehow hes hell bent on teasing you and you just cant hide it.

Word Count : 2677

"Get those designs ready woman we have a show to set, You heard your partner screaming to someone downstairs. It was just another day at your design studio, But a rather hectic day.

You were about to host a show to showcase your designs and you were designing outfits for a music video for the BTS. You had worked hard to make it big and when the chance was here you just wouldn't let go of it without making sure everything was perfect.

You had a lot to work on today, Sending costumes post fittings, taking models fittings for the fashion show, choosing out the fabric for your creation. In short you had a long list with a little time. It almost night time since the studio began emptying out and the only ones left were your partner and you.

It was almost 9 when you looked up to notice your partner engrossed in a sketch not even giving a damn about time, It was her anniversary dinner today and she looked like she was about to forget it. "Yo woman leave that sketch alone and go get yourself ready you have a dinner to attend in 30." I exclaimed throwing a pencil at her.

"Holy Shit Alisha!! Bloody hell woman i forgot about it, such an ass i am at times." She almost regretted but something in her eyes told me likewise. She gave me her usual smirk "Looks like i have more than just the dinner to eat today, Fuck i am keeping my husband up all night today." She grinned. "eeeww spare me the details please."

She rushed to the shared bedroom we had upstairs, We had a built in bedroom and a closet in the studio since pulling all nighters was a very regular thing for us so we had made it comfortable enough. As soon as grace left you hurried to the bedroom to change in something comfy and changed into a see through woolen cold shoulder and a bum shorts to at least make it a bit comfortable before you dived head first into your work again.

After a couple of hours your phone started ringing, It was almost 11 and grace was blowing up your phone, You nearly dropped your coffee cup as soon as you picked up at the rate of curses and moans this woman was throwing, "Babe we have an impromptu idol visit in the studio. One of them is coming to get fittings fixed so please be available she moaned intensely and judging by the sounds and curses her husband was muttering you were highly doubtful that she would even move out of that bed, She was very giving a clear signal of "IM FUCKING, YOU NEED TO TAKE CARE OF THIS ONE".

You weren't very good with these idols since they required a lot of attention and detailing. It was grace who was the expert to handle these stars. You waited impatiently and since it was already past an hour you just bent over your knees over the floor coloring the sketches you were putting aside for the last design of the collection. This one stayed incomplete because something was missing in it and you couldn't just pin point it out.

You heard some footsteps but it didn't register until you saw a black shoes an black jeans over your head. You sat up straight to see a crotch, Your face was perfectly in level with the crotch of the person in question. Well that was the most awkward introduction of all times, But before you could even apologize your eyes freezed on the figure above- PARK FUCKING JIMIN!!!!!

He was grinning like a devil at the scene below, Almost making it look like a sight he would joke about the rest of his life. You got up to your feet and apologized with awkwardness laced in your tone, " Umm Hi Alisha, Grace's Partner." "Hello Alisha" He still had that smirk plastered on his face. You kicked yourself for making almost a fool infront of who could easily have been the hottest man alive.

"I understand you need to do some fittings" you asked turning quite professional. His guards handed over the bag to examine and left the room. You swallowed hard at the fate, You had raved about Jimin's hotness and charm to grace million times but you never had a slight idea of having to be in the same room as him.

"You need to make it a bit tighter for me and also i need to look at few options before you start the work on this one he said. He moved towards the mirror looking casually and you gulped what could have been the biggest lump in your throat. Right infront of you was standing Jimin wearing a white shirt, Three buttons opened, sleeves folded midway on his arms and a black jeans and black shoes.

You became visibly nervous seeing that sight and it didn't even dawn upon you that were only a dot close to drooling. He smirked at you from the mirror proud of the effect he was having on you. "Sure please this way, You fumbled like a teenage girl. "Lead the way bubble." He grinned. Bubble what kind of a name was that you mumbled to yourself.

"I want to try this one he said laying his hands on a black shirt. "The trial rom is--" was all you could manage as he removed his shirt and threw it on the sofa and began trying on the black one. "Holy shit" you muttered under your breath. "Like what you see bubble?" He smirked. "I I can just go and choose something else to try on for you." You said heat rushing to your cheeks. you knew you had the hots for this man and you found him incredibly sexy and he seemed to be taking advantage of that.

You were a bit nervous but probably that smirk on his face and those looks that clearly had written I have got you and i know it" made you loose it." You took a few deep breaths and went out only to find him already waiting by the mirror. "I'm a little stuck here with the buttons bubble can you help me please?" He asked with eyes so pleading that you didn't even blink twice before going over.

You struggled to keep up with buttons as his gaze was totally fixed on you and you were touching his bare chest with trembling fingers. He had a effect, You very well knew The Sexy As Fuck Jimin effect. You breathed literally heavily just by that chest, the way he smelled and those lips as close as just a few inches away. You exactly knew it was directly forming a pool in your panties.

"Did i distract you bubble?" He asked innocently. He seemed to enjoy this situation of yours, and that made you even more frisky considering that he knew he was teasing you and you were being teased. "Il just get something else you say before catching your breath had been caught in your throat.

"You picked up a red blazer and the set for him, He sat right there bare chested and showing off that shit eating grin towards you. He was just too proud and that was driving you crazy. Fine, It takes two to play a game and you were not letting this get any better. You were about to show him how well you played.

"I think this will look equally sexy and bold enough you say, Why don't we just try it?" you say returning back those innocent eyes that we as sporting minutes ago. "If you think so" he said sheepishly. You stood a little more deliberately close to him and raise his hands to help him wear the shirt and made sure your hot breaths fell right on his neck .

He hissed as you turned him around and started buttoning his shirt running your fingers through his chest as you did so. Now it was turn to be surprised as he hitched a breath not expecting a tease from the same girl who withered under his touch.

"You should try the pants, The trial room is that way" you said with confidence. He looked at you mischievously and walked towards the room and it wasn't even a min when he called out for you. "Bubble need some help here." you exactly knew this was getting a notch higher and nevertheless you enjoyed it. It wasn't everyday you had a Park Jimin riling you up.

You entered the trial room and looked down at his pants and saw the button which he was struggling apparently. You bent down on your knees exactly to the level of his crotch and started tying up your hair and touched his lower abdomen to which he actually responded. You examined the button making sure that your fingers brushed his skin.

"Looks Okay to me. "You smirked and he saw that because it wasn't even second you were pushed on a wall with his lips crashing on yours nibbling them not so innocently "You don't get to do that princess, Only i can do that." He breathed against your lips and his hands travelling to your waist and breasts. He nibbled your neck placing urgent kisses against it and marking right.

"Oh fuck" You cursed as he threw your top aside almost tearing your bra apart and nibbling your nipples as you held his hair, His warm skin leaving you flushed. He was rough but for you it was deliciously rough. His fingers never leaving a spot to touch. "Oh Jimin you moaned his name on his lips as he kissed you roughly like you were the last meal."

You took the shirt away from the gorgeous body he was hiding underneath and started nibbling his lips as he kneaded your tits growling as you increased the pace of that kiss. You could feel his boner rubbing against your belly and just the hardness had made you dripping down your thighs. You still were a moaning mess under him as he yanked your hair and made you sit on your knees exactly the way he saw you first.

"Come-on princess show what you've got he smirked as you pulled out his length and stroking it gently before you were going to ravish it in your mouth. You spat on his cock and started licking the tip earning a moan from Jimin who was too much in pleasure. You started taking him bit by bit until he he fit in your mouth. Damn he was the biggest for you and you smirked at how well he fit in your mouth despite that huge size. Looked like it was tailor made for that cock.

You gagged him until you felt his knees giving out but it was sight to see him throw that head back in the trail room moaning your name as hard as he could. you let him fuck your mouth which led to tears in your eyes but you didn't mind it all. It was a super turn on to gag like this. It was fun discovering your kinks like that.

"Come on baby, take it all for daddy" he said releasing all his cum down your throat. You took in every last drop that came out making him a grinning mess. He lifted you slowly and positioned him beneath your legs and threw you legs over his shoulders while his tongue played with your folds and the other hand stroking your clit.

You rolled your eyes at the back of your head as he double stimulated you, While tongue fucking you and rubbing your clit at the same time. You had never been this way before, but you loved this pleasure that was spasming your body now. He continued doing it until you felt a tight knot in your stomach almost making you squirm. He increased his pace and kept running his tongue in the wet hole until you saw black dots in your vision in the knot snapped right after leaving you all black for the eyes.

You had never cum so hard in your entire life. "Got it good bubble ?''He teased as you nodded your head. " Oh baby we still have some unfinished business he said as he lifted you up till his waist and kissed your neck furiously. One thing was sure you were going to wake up with a hell lot of hickeys tomorrow and he had made sure of that.

He positioned himself at your entrance and nibbled your ears as he slid in. "Jimin" you hissed. "is that my name mow bubble he smirked with a evil grin. "Daddy" You said desperate for him to go all in. "right baby tell me what you want daddy to do?" He said. "Oh Daddy Fuck me was all you could choke out before he rammed into you making you almost blank. He pounded into you in a furious pace which made you go crazy as you were held high up his arms and he had the perfect angle to hit your g-spot.

You saw stars as he he pounded into you, as you felt your walls clenching around him and he let out a small growl. "Fuck bubble you are so damn tight, You are stretching's so good for me" He roared. Suddenly he put you down and turned your back towards the mirror and started fucking you to the mirror. You turned your sight away from seeing yourself that way, "Don't you dare look away he groaned, look at that pretty little pussy getting fucked by daddy so well. Look at you being such a little slut for daddy." The dirty talk turned you on even more as you felt that similar knot rise again as he fucked you from behind, pace getting even more inhuman by every time he pounded you.

"Yes daddy, Fuck me you moaned louder and louder. Make me cum." you moaned. "Lets cum together baby he said as he started increasing his pace as he held your hair in one hand and your waist in other. You felt that coil snap again before you blacked out from pleasure and he rode your high with him pounding in an inhuman pace. He pounded one last time as you clenched around him and he released his all in you. you both panted in each others arms as you got down from your highs.

Hands down this was the best fitting session you had in your entire life and maybe the best orgasms as well. You know we should have more fitting sessions like these and also il go for the red one he said winking at you.

Remind me why you were teasing me and how the fuck did we ended up fucking in my trail room?" You asked almost not recollecting that how the hell all this started in the first place. He gave you the same wink and said "Tell grace i said hi." You just knew it it was the fucker. She gave it out. But still you were taking her out for dinner tomorrow that woman had gifted you the most intense and best fuck of your life.

Nevertheless you had a hell lot of memories to hang on to get off and to feel when you saw park Jimin performing filter in that red suit.

[hobizjagiya]

This is scary... but hot..

M A N I A C

Summary:

You are dating sweet, gentle and quiet guy. But is it so?

Kim Namjoon

“Hey idiot stop staring at my ass!” you shouted at the guy who had been following you throughout your entire workout, continuing to stare at you like a pervert. You smiled with relief when you saw that perverted boyfriend of yours walking towards you behind you.

Namjoon grabbed the dumbbell, hitting the guy who was standing in front of you with force. Namjoon crouched down, giving several more blows to the guy's head, whose body lay lifeless in a pool of blood. “Namjoon-na,” you said barely audibly, your voice trembling with fear. You looked at your boyfriend with your eyes wide open in fear. It seemed like your heart even stopped beating when you turned your gaze to the dumbbell in Namjoon’s hand with blood dripping from it.

“Oh, that idiot...how did he even look at something that belongs to me?” Namjoon snorted as he stood up, throwing the dumbbell on the floor. “Babe, are you okay? Did he really scare you?” Namjoon asked, smiling sweetly at you. You stood in a complete daze of fear due to the behavior of your “calm” boyfriend.

Min Yoongi

“I don’t advise you to touch me,” you grinned at the guy who continued to flirt while trying to hug you.

"Or wh…"

You winced as blood splashed onto your face. Your jaw clenched as you watched the body in front of you stain the floor with blood. You looked up at Yoongi, who was calmly wiping the blood from the knife.

“Honey... it seems you forgot that I told you that I would kill anyone who dares to touch your body,” a smirk appeared on his lips as he met your gaze.

You chuckled leaning on the wall behind you. “No... I remember this part very well!” You said laughing quietly, wiping drops of blood from your face.

Kim Seokjin

Everything inside you screamed for you to run as far as possible, but your body did not listen because of fear. You stood in the middle of the hall, watching as Seokjin hit blow after blow, turning the guy’s face into a bloody mess. You practically stopped breathing the moment Seokjin grabbed the guy by the hair, knocking him to the floor, who left a slap on your ass calling you a “great whore.”

"How. Dared. You. Touch. To. Mine. Girlfriend!” Seokjin growled with every blow. Seokjin stood up from the guy before turning towards you, making you flinch. You slowly backed away in shock as Seokjin wiped the blood from his hands with a smile. “Don't worry baby, that dirty animal won't bother you anymore.”

He approached you, but you shuddered, pressing your back against the wall when he extended his hand to you. He smiled at you, gently moving a strand of hair behind your ear. His calmness and tenderness towards you, making you fear him even more after what he did.

Jung Hoseok

Fear gripped your body, preventing you from moving. You stood in the middle of the forest, not far from the campsite where you were coming for the weekend with your fiancé, gasping for breath, trying to take your next breath.

You watched with your mouth open as your “sweet and kind” boyfriend, laughing, continued to stab the guy who tried to kiss you while you were walking alone in the forest after dinner.

Hoseok looked up at you, and you yourself didn’t understand how the next moment you were already running through the dark forest at full speed. You squealed as a bloody hand appeared out of nowhere and grabbed your throat. Hoseok pinned you against a large tree, squeezing your throat tightly, preventing you from breathing. “Ah, my babygirl,” Hoseok pressed you with his body, and your body trembled even more from fear when you felt how hard-on he was. “How do you know that catch-up is my favorite game?” Hoseok laughed softly in your ear, running his tongue along your cheek.

Park Jimin

You backed away down the dark alley, unable to stop shaking with fear. You looked at Jimin in shock, who was completely covered in the blood of the guy who had been flirting with you all evening.

“Oh...fuck,” Jimin laughed, getting up from his squat. “And how did such a piece of trash even dare to look in the direction of my girlfriend?” Jimin kicked the lifeless body.

“Don’t come closer…” you could barely coax out these words in a voice trembling with fear.

“Mmmm baby...” Jimin’s quiet laugh made your blood turn into ice. Jimin closed the distance between you in two steps, covering your mouth with his hand as you screamed in fear. You could feel the still warm blood in Jimin's hands. "Baby why are you acting like you're afraid of me?" He asked with a smile as your eyes filled with tears.

Kim Taehyung

You went out into the fresh air at a boat party in honor of your new book. But the guy who pestered you, despite the fact that you spent the whole evening next to your fiancé, followed you out.

“Fuck, what exactly do you not understand about the phrase *I’m here with my fiancé*, moron?” you pulled your hand out of the grip of the drunk guy who continued to talk nonsense.

“Fuck this quiet nerd who blushes at your every word.” the guy grabbed your hand again, placing it on his dick protruding from his pants. “My dick will give you much more pleasure than boring sex with your nerd boyfriend...”

You squealed as a stream of hot blood sprayed out over your face from the guy’s neck. But what shocked you even more, was your fiancé was standing behind this guy.

“What a trash,” Taehyung said calmly, throwing the knife and the guy’s body into the ocean before turning in your direction. You fell to the floor as your legs refused to hold you up, fear filling every cell of your body.

“What...” you looked at your fiancé in shock. A calm and caring guy who wouldn't touch an ant had just, without any hesitation, mercilessly slit a man's throat and thrown the corpse into the ocean. And now Taehyung stood in front of you, still smiling sweetly and looking at you tenderly as usual.

“Sweetheart,” Taehyung took off his shirt, wiping the blood from your face and neck. “Oh, just look at this, that idiot got you dirty,” Taehyung said displeased, as if a drink had been spilled on you instead of you being covered in blood. “Thank God we have another dress to you. Come on, I’ll help you change,” Taehyung said smiling broadly at you.

Jeon Jungkook

“Baby, baby, baby...” you heard Jungkook’s cheerful voice approaching your direction, instilling a primal fear in you. You watched through a barely noticeable gap in the door as he walked along the long corridor of an empty house, leaving bloody footprints of his bare feet on the floor. “Where is my kiss? I was such a good fiancé today!”

And how a romantic evening with your fiancé in a country house turned into a bloody mess. You were shocked when you walked into the living room. Everything around was decorated with candles and red roses... and in the middle of the room you saw Jungkook, whose hands were covered in blood up to his elbows with a knife in his hands, and sat on the motionless body of a guy. *Now you can go to work in peace*, Jungkook laughed turning the guy’s face in your direction. You gasped in shock, letting go of your bag and bottle of wine when you realized that this was the guy who was bothering you at work, pestering you and making vulgar compliments.

You covered your mouth with your hands, trying not to make a sound, even though how much you were shaking in fear, when Jungkook walked past the room in which you were hiding. You tried to take steps back as quietly as possible, hoping to get out of here.

"Found u!" Jungkook whispered and you felt his hot breath on the back of your neck.

REACTIONS:

Wrong time!

Smirk

That dress!

Enemies

KISS

Peeping

Just dance

Simple plea

Bossy

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[angellesword]

SERENDIPITY | PJM

You were disgustingly in love with Park Jimin, your coldhearted boss.

Alternatively:

“I’m your Calico cat, here to see you.”

pairing: ceo!jimin x secretary!reader

word count: 3.2k (one-shot) PART OF INTRO SERIES

gennre and content warnings: fantasy au, angst, fluff (?)

Aside from the fact that Park Jimin was the epitome of beauty, your colleagues didn't understand why else would you be head over heels for him.

Seriously. What was wrong with you? How could you fall in love with Park Jimin when it was obvious that he was the human version of Satan? He wasn't just bad, he was vile.

You had been working as his secretary for ten years and yet, you only saw him smile less than ten times. Jimin was always scowling and always clenching his jaw. Most of the time, he was pissed off. But in his defense, it's only because his employees were "fucking dumb." Jimin said this under his breath while crumpling the piece of paper in his hand.

You watched as his Adam's apple bobbed, still waiting for the perfect time to ask if he needed you to fix whatever the people working for him had caused.

You didn't have to wait long though. Jimin turned his glare at you, his burning eyes were almost as bright as his golden desk name plate: Chief Executive Officer Park Jimin.

"What was my schedule last Friday?" You couldn't help but flinch upon hearing his rough voice.

You were used to seeing him irritated, but never to you. This was because you always made sure to do your best in order to please him.

The admiration you had for Jimin was really out of this world.

"It was your birthday, Sir. I cancelled all your meetings as per request—"

You weren't able to finish your response because Jimin was already cursing you.

"You fucking what?" He asked even though he heard you just fine. He knew that you cancelled his meetings last week.

"I cleared your schedule last Friday." He was demanding an answer so you repeated it.

But you wished you did not.

If you only knew that he was going to throw hurtful words at you, then you wouldn't have said anything. Perhaps you would even try to turn back time if you could.

Unfortunately you couldn't.

"How could you clear my schedule without informing me!?" Jimin clenched his fist, raising his voice.

He never raised his voice. His tone was always rough, but never really loud. He didn't have to shout since he could already make someone feel small just by looking at them. The fact that he was screaming now only meant that you royally screwed up.

You screwed up because as said, you cleared out his schedule last Friday without consulting him first. This infuriated your boss because it turned out that he was supposed to meet Ms. Sim, a very important person who Jimin had been meaning to talk to, hoping to persuade her to enter into a business project with him.

You ruined the moment. Ms. Sim sent a letter to Jimin this Monday. She told him that any hope of them working together was now shattered. She said she didn't want to work with someone who didn't value the importance of time and a promise.

"I-I'm sorry, Sir—" you stammered an apology. You wanted to explain, regrettably Jimin wasn't letting you.

He kept cutting you off.

"I don't need your apology, you idiot. The damage has been done! Do you even realize how fucked I am now, huh!?"

You were not a crybaby, in fact, you had thick skin. You had endured far worse things than this. You had been ridiculed before for being homeless, for not being able to fend for yourself when you had an able body.

Some people could be mean. Just because you were physically okay, they'd immediately think you were also okay mentally and emotionally.

Maybe that's what Jimin thought too. Maybe the reason why he was being this mean was because he thought you could handle yourself well.

"You're good for nothing. Why did I even hire you!?"

You were standing for a good thirty minutes in front of your boss, quietly taking in whatever form of insult he threw at you, but for some reason, telling you that he regretted accepting you to work in his company hurt the most.

For the past decade, you took pride in your work. Park Jimin chose you to be here, like you were perfectly fit for the role.

But you were wrong. You weren't competent. Park Jimin just pitied you ten years ago.

The intense growling of your stomach should be embarrassing. You spent the better half of your life hiding from people the signs your body made to say you needed help.

Dry eyes, feeling cold, and having intense dreams. These are just some of the things you felt that you used to brush off, but were impossible to do so now.

Your eyes were never dry anymore. Tears kept streaming down your face because it was hard to live on the streets. You didn't just fight the changing weather. You also fought for the ugly feeling in the pit of your stomach as people looked at you with disgust.

You didn't feel cold. You felt hot, your rage was boiling. It's unfair that other people got to enjoy a cozy bed while you were stuck puffing the polluted air.

You were no longer experiencing intense dreams as well. As time passed by, you just found yourself staring into nothingness.

You were kicked out from the apartment you were renting because you couldn't pay anymore. You didn't have a job. Your boss fired you when you told him you didn't want to sleep with him.

You were stuck on the street now, about to eat a piece of bread a kind stranger gave you. This was your first meal after two days of not eating any solid food.

You'd probably be dead if not for the free bubbler at every corner of the city where you lived.

"Meow~"

You were just about to take a bite on your bread when a poor calico cat appeared in front of you. He didn't look well. As a matter of fact, he was almost close to death.

The furry pet was limping. His chocolate eyes were cold though, like he wanted you to notice his struggle without him telling you that.

Your heart recoiled. This cat reminded you of yourself. You understood him so without having second thoughts, you instantly divided the bread into two and fed its half to the cat.

"Here," you cooed at the little animal, smiling brightly while watching him munch the bread.

"You want more?" You cooed again, to your surprise, the cat pushed the bread away, as if telling you to eat the other half.

A smile bloomed on your face. You were hungry so you ate it in one go. Thankful that your stomach wasn't growling that loud anymore.

You got used to the presence of that same calico cat you had fed. He had been staying with you for a month now.

He never left your side. He didn't have a collar either. It's safe to assume that he wasn't owned by anyone, and so you decided to name him.

Serendipity.

Meeting him was a happy accident. You didn't feel alone anymore. You had this pretty calico cat by your side.

He's fun to be with. Serendipity was playful. He secretly loved it when you pet his head. His brown eyes were the first thing you saw when you woke up on the street every morning.

Everything changed, however, when a very loud thunder echoed through the city. It was raining so hard, sadly you didn't have a roof under your head. You and your cat got wet. Serendipity couldn't take it any longer. He was scared of the thunder and he hated the rain.

Your cat ran away and you were alone once again.

Serendipity never came back. It had been a month since he left but it still hurt when you think about him.

Maybe he didn't want to be with a loser. Your life was useless. You didn't have a dream.

But you were having a nightmare.

"No!" Beads of sweat formed in your forehead when you woke up. The rough ground hurt your back but it was your least concern.

What's bothering you was when you came face to face with a pair of brown eyes, similar to your calico cat.

But he was no cat.

He was a human, a beautiful one.

"W-Who are you?" Your breathing was ragged. The remnant of your nightmare was still fucking with you.

You dreamt about the time you got kicked out of your apartment. Everything was fading away, as if telling you you didn't belong anywhere.

"Park Jimin." He answered without hesitation.

It surprised you. Why would he tell you his name just because you asked? He looked like a wealthy man. Wasn't he disgusted with someone like you?

You barely bathed. You were sure you looked like a mess. You were his complete opposite. He was wearing an expensive suit, his shoes were shining, just like his slicked back hair.

It was weird.

Weird because he looked like an angel, but his aura screamed authority, like a demon ready to tempt you.

"What do you want from...m-me?" You stammered before you could complete your question. He was intimidating you.

You were seated on the cold ground. He, on the other hand, stood tall and proud in front of you.

It showed exactly how your social status in life differed.

But Jimin didn't seem to care about social status or whatever. He just smiled softly as he handed you his calling card.

"When you call that number, just say the key word and they will direct you to me."

You furrowed your brow. What the hell was he talking about?

"Congratulations. You're hired." He spoke again before you could clear up whatever bullshit he was saying.

That day, you learned that Park Jimin was a confusing man. He appeared in your life without a warning, just like Serendipity.

Oh, and by the way, the key word he was talking about was the name of your lost calico cat.

Thinking about what happened ten years ago served as an eye opener for you.

Park Jimin didn't hire you because he thought you were competent. No, that's not the case.

You realized now that he only went to you that day because he pitied you. How foolish of you to think otherwise. This was what made you sad. You lacked hope, you found it in Jimin.

What we can’t find in our life, we look in someone else’s, and then we end up crying if they turn out to be the opposite of what we expected them to be.

You didn’t know him. He didn't know you either. He probably saw you struggling on the street and since he had a pure heart, he thought he could give you a chance to start a new life.

Park Jimin made you dream.

He helped you get back on your feet when you didn't have the courage and the will to even crawl.

But you disappointed him. Ten years of service would become nothing because you messed up the opportunity he had been looking forward to all these years.

You ruined his business contract with Ms. Sim. It embarrassed you so bad that you went home that morning, ignoring the fact that Mr. Park wasn't done reprimanding you.

It's rude to walk away just like that; however, you couldn't listen to him anymore. It pained you to hear him confirm your greatest nightmare: to appear like you weren't enough.

It's Thursday now. You filed a week of vacation leave. You were surprised that it got approved right away. You wondered if Jimin intervened.

Maybe.

Maybe he couldn't bear to see your face. Maybe he was allowing you to recover from the pain before he broke your heart again.

He would definitely fire you. There's no way he'd keep you around after what you had done.

It's a little unfair though. You were just partly at fault here. Jimin told you before that whatever his mother asked should be followed, as in no further question needed. Mrs. Park asked you to cancel her son's meetings last Friday because she was going to throw him a surprise birthday party.

You played along, thinking that Jimin deserved a break from work. He sure did. The photos circulating the internet showed how happy he was with the party.

He even called you that Friday night, saying that it was the best time of his life, however he missed you there. He said the event would've been perfect if you only showed up.

You didn't. Mrs. Park invited you but you decided not to come. The party was for Jimin, his family, and friends.

You were just his employee, so imagine how surprised you were when that same Friday night, Jimin also told you he'd like to take you out to dinner on Monday. Apparently his mother told him that the surprise party was only possible because of your help.

You were very hands-on. You made sure that every little detail would be in accordance to your boss' liking. You knew him best. You were the only person (aside from his family) who managed to stay with him for a decade.

Your colleagues teased you about it. They said that Jimin had a soft spot for you, that maybe that was why they would never understand why you were in love with your boss.

Jimin's affection was exclusive for you.

No one saw how cutely he acted around you. He looked at you using those angel eyes, Jimin even made coffee for you every single day. It's a little ironic considering that you were his secretary and he was your boss.

Admittedly there were more things he showed you that proved how much he adored you. You liked how he always made you feel better using words as well:

"I love that color on you, it makes your eyes pop."

"Let me do it for you. Rest. I hate the tired look on your face."

"Well, do you need me as a listener or someone who would give you advice?" Was the question he asked whenever you told him what's bothering you.

Jimin was the sweetest that you also thought that he had feelings for you. Actually, you wanted to move forward so you planned to confess to him last Monday.

It's romantic.

You imagine looking at the skyscrapers, drinking wine and him as you admitted your love for him.

"I'm so dumb," you chuckled bitterly, shaking your head. It felt wrong to wallow in self-pity like this. You should've just made use of your vacation leave instead of staying home and crying.

You were clutching a cream sweater near your chest. You bought this piece of clothing as a gift for Jimin's birthday. You were planning to give this to him last Monday, but that's out of the picture now.

"No. This isn't right. I shouldn't pine after my boss. I'm young and—" Talking to yourself came into a halt when you heard something scratching your front door. Actually, it had been going for a while so you couldn't ignore it any longer.

Huffing, you made your way to the door and opened it.

"Meow~"

No, you weren't imagining it. After ten years of not seeing and hearing from him, Serendipity, your calico cat, was here again.

"S-Serendipity?" Even though you knew it was him, you still stuttered his name as you squinted.

Were you dreaming?

"Meow~" You're not. Serendipity was real and he was making his way inside your home despite not being invited.

"Serendipity!" You called again, this time, you were certain it was him. You stood idle behind the door before turning to look at your furry pet. He was burrowing under a sweater.

"Serendipity, no!" You whined, rushing to snatch the sweater away from him. "This isn't yours. It's for Jimin!"

You knew you couldn't give it to your boss, but you just didn't want the sweater to be ruined. It changed, however, when your cat started showing signs that he was unhappy.

"Oh no, don't be sad..." You caressed Serendipity's head after giving the sweater back for him to burrow.

Your cat still remained sad though. He held his ears back, his tail was tucked, and his hair was standing on end. This caused you to panic a little. You hadn't seen him in a long time. You couldn't afford to make him feel blue.

"It's okay, baby. You can have that sweater. Jimin doesn't deserve it anyway."

Serendipity suddenly looked intrigued with what you had said. His ears perked up, meowing like he was urging you to tell him what was wrong.

You scoffed, in the mood to rant. The pain Jimin caused you was coming back stronger now that you found someone who was willing to listen to you.

"I mean, if he respects me as a person, he would've at least let me explain, right?" You looked at your cat, as if you were expecting him to nod his head and agree with your sentiments.

You had been talking shit about Jimin for quite some time now. Frankly speaking, Serendipity looked a little sulky. Perhaps he was getting tired listening to your complaints.

"He's so annoying. Why did I even fall in love with my jerk of a boss?"

That seemed to be Serendipity's last straw. His expression upon hearing you confess your love for your boss was priceless.

Like a human, his jaw dropped on the floor, brown eyes growing big.

"Hey, you okay?" You creased your forehead, worried that your calico cat was acting weird.

His body was trembling, there's a blinding light coming out of his little body.

"S-Serendipity?" You called as you took a step away from the furry pet.

You were contemplating whether to run for the hills or not. This was definitely weird. But in the end, you chose to do the latter: you remained glued on your spot, mouth also hanging open as you watched your calico cat turned into a human.

A fucking human.

Not just a human, but Park Jimin.

Your boss.

Park Jimin!

What the fuck was happening?

Did you really just see your calico cat turned into the human form of Park Jimin?

"Oops..." Was the first thing Jimin said. His reaction made it seem like he didn't mean any of this to happen, like he didn't want to be caught, but fuck. He really had the audacity to cover his naked chest with the sweater, not thinking that his fully erected cock was on display, as if ready to be sucked.

The idea got you all hot and flustered, especially now that Jimin was smirking at you. He didn't even look like he was bothered. In fact, it seemed like he was enjoying showing off his perfect body.

"Cat got your tongue?" Indeed. Jimin's loop-sided grin grew bigger. He was a few feet away from where you're standing, you could see him playfully wiggling his brow.

"I-I..." You stammered and then immediately trailed off, unsure of what to say or think.

"By all means, continue talking shit about me. I have all the time in the world."

He wasn't lying. Jimin was your calico cat, here to see you.

[gothickyle]

He’s so beautiful, it hurts :(

[nishibishi]

Hey there, just went through your Jimin's fic-rec list. I was wondering, if you could just, you know, write about what trope does Jimin belongs to. Like what sort of a hero or a main character is he to you? Just asking generally.

JIMIN'S TROPE:- The Antimony [The Corporate Anti-Hero]

Hey there, I'm very pleased to receive your request. Honestly, this is one of the questions that I've repeatedly asked myself zillion times while reading Jimin's fanfictions and well, I could never really come to a clear conclusion myself. Maybe that's because I've always seen his on-screen persona and know nothing about his private life (not like I even should).

However, ever since their MBTI thing came out, I've actually done some research on his personality type: ESTP, and it's pretty surprising that what I thought initially about his trope seems to coincide with his MBTI personality traits.

So here it goes.

(These traits are just what I found out to be relevant with his trope and coinciding with his MBTI. This is purely fictional and is not correlated with artist's real life. Neither I'm saying that all ESTPs are like that. They may or may not have these traits. Please acknowledge this fact.)

TRAITS:-

Energetic and dynamic in nature.

Bold, practical and logical.

High observation power and sensibility.

Makes wonderful plans and executes them well.

Works towards the future while adapting to the present.

Goals set for self-satisfaction, and self-satisfaction only.

Charming (on the surface to say the least), confident and intimidating.

Lacks emotional depth; yet, the greatest emotional manipulator (can mimic genuine emotions and deceive people all at once)

Success is the thrill of his life, and that's the only thrill he wants.

No long term commitments; can switch sides quickly if needed.

Can do ANYTHING to get his thing done.

Jimin's MBTI is ESTP, commonly known as "The Entrepreneur", "The Persuader" and "The Dynamo". There are many positive and negative aspects of his personality type, of course, but the traits listed above, are what he inherits in my own mind as a fictional character.

Main character:-

Jimin's trope is of an "Anti-hero" which in my opinion, is not necessarily an antagonist, but someone of a grey character, with more shades of black than white, therefore the title Antimony. He is relentless, insensitive, astute and devious in his approach. He is impatient, unpredictable and defiant, always at risk. His character might fit well into a corporate setting which requires high observation skills, practical approach and logical reasoning, for example, a lawyer, an aristocrat, an entrepreneur, an investigation officer etc.

Romantic Sub-plot:-

Personally speaking, romance might not be his cup of tea. Don't get me wrong. He would surely ensue into sexual engagement as ESTPs are in particular pretty tuned to the desires and needs of their partners. However, for him, sex isn't necessarily a genuine expression of love. Engaging into deeper and more meaningful relationships with emotional intimacy, nah, he can't do that. Moreover, he might use his charms as a key of manipulation, in order to get his work done. It doesn't matter to him what the other party feels. So his loyalty and trustworthiness remains questionable. In the end, he would just move on to another person.

But yes, that doesn't mean he cannot have a lover, as someone might be willing to take the risk, seeing him more than his charms and diving deep into his soul. That might be the deuteragonist (someone who brings out the best out of the main character), the confidant (the best friend or someone who has been with the main character for the longest time) or the protagonist herself/himself/themselves. He might not see it in the beginning, but somewhere along the way, he may or may not.

So that is what I personally feel about Jimin's trope. I would love it if any writer actually takes up the initiative to make a story on my idea. Rest, you can share your opinions with me anytime. If you ever find a fic involving this type of characterization, PLEASE TELL ME.

Thanks for reading!!!

[yakuly]

“I Can’t Stop Me”. |P.JM|

⸾ ⸽ Park Jimin (NonɪᴅᴏʟBoyfriend!Jimin x ɪᴅᴏʟ!ꜰᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ) ᴘᴀʟᴀᴠʀᴀꜱ: 471 palavras ᴀᴠɪꜱᴏꜱ: Jimin it's a little shit, but it can be a little suggestive at the end, so b careful :) ⸽ ⸾

(A/N: Hi everyone! I was thinking about making this a little series based on some tiktok cute challenges, but not too much shore if its worth it, so here we are, hope you enjoy! :D

That Park Jimin has a playful soul everyone knows, and it could never be said otherwise. Whenever possible, the guy makes jokes with everyone around him (of course, as long as everyone is comfortable with it), but even if you understand and know this, nothing stops you from getting frustrated with some jokes. But everyone also knows that you always forgive him easily, but his condition is always the same: shower of kisses and hugs, and he of course never complains. 

But for some reason, you didn't notice that your boyfriend was more agitated than usual, and he also didn't notice your lack of attention to it, and even then he decided to test a prank on you that your maknae, Jungkook, once told: Cleaning your kiss. 

   And so are the two. Sitting together, under the same blanket, watching any Marvel movie, you are completely allegiance to the plans of your boyfriend, who is already smiling, imagining the perfect moment to put his plan into practice. 

And when that moment finally arrived, his lips pressed against the brunette's soft ones, who didn't even wait five seconds to clean his kiss, pretending to be absorbed in the movie. You stare at him in disbelief, trying one more time, but Park repeats the action with as much steel as he can muster. You try a few more times, but your boyfriend always cleanses your kiss. 

  “Ya! What's it?" your tone of voice was clear enough to show how confused you were by what happened. Her boyfriend, still trying to keep himself in the game, shrugs as if it's no big deal. 

  When he decided to play the prank, Park Jimin imagined a wide range of reactions from him, but none of them was the way he reacted. Throwing one leg across Jimin's body, trapping him between yours, you sat on the boy's lap, leaving him visibly shocked, eyes widening. You pull him by the back of his neck, pressing your lips to his once more, moving them slowly. Automatically Jimin takes his hands to her waist, holding her tight, making her move under his lap. The kiss quickly turned into something sensual and slow, causing the temper of both bodies (especially the brunette) to rise. 

   "Don't you ever dare wipe a kiss from me again!" You say, looking deeply into the boy's eyes. Jimin's pupils were dilated, and his mouth was searching for yours as it pulled away, but it was still close to his face. Park is soon stunned when you get off his lap, reaching for the controller and picking up the movie where you left off. With a grunt, your boyfriend scares you, pulling you once more into his lap, as before, repeating the kiss. And then it is he who warns her, "Don't you ever tease me like that again."