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Jimin fic recs 2024 🥳

It’s Jimin’s birthday, and of course I haven’t forgotten! And even though I’m not doing my monthly rec lists anymore, I’d still love and hope to make recs on each member’s birthday at least 🫶

Therefore, I want to share my ultimate favorite Jimin stories that I’ve read this past year (2023-2024)💜 Have I recommended these before? Yes. But I will not stop screaming about these stories because they are so fucking amazing!! I want to thank each and every writer on this list for creating such wonderful stories and art - you are truly amazing ✨ All the fics on this list hold a dear place in my heart 🥹🥳

❗Most of these fics are smutty as hell or contains dark themes, so minors dni.❗ 

If you read anything on this list and you like it, please leave a comment to the writer or reblog the fic, it might seem like a tiny gesture, but it really means a lot for writers and I can guarantee it will put a smile on their faces💜 Let’s share and give lots of love!

Looking for more to read? Check ‘The Library’, last years Jimin recs or  last years recs 🙂

[index] → jan | feb (jhs) | mar (myg) | apr | may | jun | jul | aug | sep (jjk)(knj) | oct (💜) | nov | dec (kth)(ksj) |

Emoji meaning → angst = 🌩️, smut = 🥵, fluff = 🥰, comedy = 😂, yandere = 😈, thriller/dark = 👻, fantasy = 🪄. 

⭐The Airport Couple: P[ass]anger from Hell + Drabble @dovechim & @jimlingss [8K] // pjm x f.reader // e2l, frequent traveler jimin x tsa agent reader // 😂😂😂🥰

📝 as a TSA agent, you expect your job to be relatively easy, most passengers these days follow the rules to the T in order to avoid prolonging their custom checks. But not a certain Park Jimin, who seems to have a problem understanding what 100ml is, or the very simple fact that gadgets must be taken out of the bag, and bomb jokes are strictly off limits. Frequent traveller Park Jimin is your nemesis, but darn is he a cute one.

🗨️ this is just so fucking hilarious, don’t get me started. I laughed from beginning to end 😂 And it’s still as good as I remember, if not even better??? Like ✨ I’ve highlighted a few of my favorite parts from the fic. I don’t want to give too much away, but these lines are just so damn hilarious! Please go read it, it’s one of my faves.

⭐The Airport Couple: Park Jimin’s Cock[pit] @jimlingss & @dovechim [12K] // pjm x f.reader // pilot!au, bf2l, coworkers!au // 😂🥰🥵

📝talk about Angry Birds, and most people would immediately think of the mobile game app. But within your circle of friends, it stands for something else. It’s synonymous with Park Jimin, one of the most talented pilots from your batch who also just happens to have anger issues, or in other words, air rage. He is your best friend, but when you get teamed up with him as his co-pilot, you can only pray that things don’t go south… literally. 

🗨️ I remember reading this a few years ago, and I loved it then and I still do ✨ It is incredibly funny, has good banter and dialogue to match. The chemistry between reader and Jimin is just priceless, their friendship is just pure giggles 🥹 It’s also fluffy and will tug on your heartstrings in the best way possible. Just really, really good and definitely also one of my all-time favorites 💜

⭐Couchsurfer @heartbeatan [6K] // pjm x f.reader // s2l // 🥵🥰

📝 this was left intentionally blank 🫥

🗨️ omg this was so fucking good! First, really well written and the pacing was lovely, even though it’s short and one night they spend together 🥹 the build up of their tension and their chemistry was off the charts! So impeccably done! Fuck. I loved it ✨ it’s insane how good this story is and Jimin is just so sweet, romantic and nasty 🥵 I can’t tell you how turned on I got by the description of how Jimin handled OC, like damn 🥵 this is so fucking good, please don’t sleep on the this beauty 💖 Normally, I’m not one for one night stands, because I catch feelings for the characters, but this has a lovely ending that I loved - so fucking good! Lol. Can not stop screaming about this one. Please go read it, fuck. PLEASE 😌 ✨

⭐The Devil in His Details @johobi [9.2K] // pjm x f.reader // college!au // 🥵

📝 evil comes in many forms. In this instance, it’s a 5′8″ pretty-boy with an even prettier dick. And you’re the form you want him to come in.

🗨️ I am MIND BLOWN 🤯🥵 This is one of the dirtiest, filthiest fics I’ve EVER read. Like it’s in the top five, if not even top three! 🤤 It was fucking perfection, the writing, fucking amazing, the dynamic/tension between Jimin and OC—Fuck. GOLD. Abso-fucking-lutely one of the very best fanfics I’ve read ✨

⭐Go Go @inkjam-moon [9.2K]  // pjm x f.reader // best friend!au // 🥵🥰

📝 Jimin’s been your best friend since you were little; but coming from a rich family he’s paid for everything, and he doesn’t realize that it hurts you when you can’t pay him back for all the presents and vacations. When he becomes CEO of his own successful company, it gets worse because he promised to always take care of you, but when secrets come out on the night of your graduation from university, will Jimin be able to keep his promise?

🗨️ this was so fucking sweet 🥹 💜 their friendship is so precious, and the way that they ended up waiting so many fucking years before telling each other about their feelings for each other 🥹 almost pulled them apart 😭 really beautiful ✨

⭐Oui @pixieknj [2.1K]  // pjm x f.reader // established relationship // 🥵🥰🌩️

📝 almost getting caught with your boyfriend…

🗨️ this was so good! Short and sweet ✨

⭐Peaches and Cream @snackhobi [9.1k]  // pjm x f.reader // neighbor!au // 🥵

📝 you wouldn’t mind your cute neighbour being such a shameless fuckboy if a) the walls weren’t so thin and b) he didn’t seem intent on adding you as another notch in his bedpost. 

🗨️ I’LL NEVER BE ABLE TO LOOK AT PEACHES THE SAME WAY AGAIN 🥵 Thank you very much, this was so fucking hot I think I’m malfunctioning. And now, I’ve time I’ll eat a peach, or watch other people eat peaches— I’ll forever think of this story 🥵✨

⭐Our ‘Get Along’ Shirt @dreamyjoons [14.2k]  // pjm x f.reader // e2l // 🥵

📝 another day, another endless round of you and Jimin bickering. It’s never ending, all-consuming, and your friends have had enough. Namjoon decides to end it once and for all - with help from a shirt for squabbling toddlers.

🗨️ JFHKJSFKSDJDH— This was so fucking hilarious 😂 The sexual tension between them was SO HIGH 🥵 and when they finally snapped, oh dear God, it was so good! And the whole shit concept, so hilarious and their banter 😂 AND THE SWEAT??? I’m weak okay!! So freaking good, I loved it so much and Namjoon and the rest of the gang were just priceless. Jin at the end had me laughing so hard 🤭

⭐Just a Taste @yoonieper [14.2k]  // pjm x f.reader // vampire!au, established relationship // 🥵🌩️😂

📝 they said having a relationship with a human wasn’t a good idea, but Jimin liked you too much to ever let that get in the way. Your relationship was beautiful, yes you didn’t know that small important detail about him being a bloodthirsty vampire, but he had it under control. That’s at least what he thought, he never would have predicted a drought….

🗨️ FUCK 😭 This was so fucking good I don’t even know where to begin??? The story in itself was so extremely good, whaaat. And Jimin was so nice, and their love for each other, so fucking pure 💜 This was an emotional rollercoaster and I fucking loved everything about it 😭 and the smut, God, it was so good— I don’t know what to say 😭 And then at the ending, the angst, fuck, I was so afraid if it was going to end just like that, but I was so glad that they found each other again 😭 This is a new favorite of mine, so good, it was slightly sad at times, like angsty, but the love that the have for each other, FUCK. So so fucking incredible 😭 Don’t mind all the crying, it’s happy tears, I promise 💖 Also, it’s mostly told in Jimin’s POV, which I just freaking love and it makes the story so good!!!

⭐High on Love @peachypinkygloss [6.4k]  // pjm x f.reader // established relationship, racer!jimin // 🥵

📝 Jimin has once again won a race and he takes you out on a ride for the night, taking dangerous but very exciting risks. He should have expected that the rush of adrenaline in your body always turns you into a horny mess.

🗨️ I am just BLOWN AWAY by the fic– holy molly, was it dirty? Yes! Needy? Yes! Cute? Yes! Oh and the car racing, love, love, love! Like, everything in this. And the smut 🥵🥵🥵 I mean, it was so dirt and needy (yes I know I’m using the same words, lol), but FUCK. Incredible! Another ont to add to my faves ✨ And a big bonus for the phone messages, because that was fucking hot too!!! 🥵

⭐The Ten Days of Ex-Mas: pt1 + pt2 @kpopfanfictrash [44.6k]  // pjm x f.reader // holiday!au, second chance!au, hockey!au, exes to loves // 🥵🥰🌩️

📝 three months following the worst break-up of your life, you finally feel ready to start moving on. The world, it seems, has other ideas when you pick up the phone and find your ex-boyfriend calling. Jimin Park, star right winger of the NHL and (until recently), the love of your life, has a very large problem. Despite the courage he regularly shows on the ice, in his personal life, Jimin is kind of a coward. When you broke up this fall, he could barely admit it. Not to his neighbors. Not to his friends. Not even to his family, who are expecting him home for Christmas. In a desperate plea for more time, Jimin begs you to pretend you’re still dating – and to his surprise, you agree. Faced with a second chance, Jimin is determined not to squander it. If only fixing a relationship were as easy as falling in love.

🗨️ okay. Okay. Okay. *deep calm breaths* —THIS IS SO INCREDIBLY GOOD, I truly don’t know where to begin! The plot? The hurt/anger? Their chemistry? Their sexiness? Fuck, like everything in this is making it a beautiful masterpiece 💖 I really love how each of them thinks about what happened with their relationship, are working to get better, though Jimin should have been honest about his intentions for the trip, everything was just so fucking amazing 😭 I really loved the aspect of self reflection, seeking therapy, working through it and all that— really payed of for the characters! Loved it, it was so good 💜

⭐The Pitfalls of Silk + drabble @ctrlhope [20k]  // pjm x f.reader // s2l, hybrid!au, soulmate!au // 🥰🥵😈🪄

📝 the winter gods are out to get you. That could be the only possible explanation for the series of bad luck tumbling before you— tropical vacation cancelled, snow locking you inside. Hell, even your shovel broken in half has got to be the gods playing some sort of trick on you. Pulling you along, making decisions for you as they guide you along the red string of fate. Guide you towards the very spider that found his way into your basement. Allowing him to fall into your heart all the same. 

🗨️ I truly don’t know where to begin with this one— damn. It was so fucking amazing!! The world building and writing was perfect and the tension and how their relationship built over time too. Everything is just so exceptional!!! 👏 And the smut, holy shit— 🥵 I’m lost for words 😭 And their dialogues and thoughts, having both of the povs mixed together just made it so amazing 😭 I really loved it and this is another clear new one to add to my favorites 😭💖

⭐The Group Project @noona-la-la-la [8k]  // pjm x f.reader x kth // roommate!au + threesome // 🥵

📝 Jimin is jealous when his best friend and roommate, Taehyung, has a date with the girl Jimin has a crush on.

🗨️ fuck this was so GOOD!!!  Best friend Tae 💜 It was so freaking hot and sinful, like????? Jimin watching them, and then Tae just being best friend ever at the end 🥵 Also, the dialogues were so fucking good! I really loved everything in this 😭

⭐Just a Little Bit of Love (is all you really need) @gukyi [4.5k]  // pjm x f.reader // s2l, gymnastics/dancer!au // 🥰

📝 jimin’s something of a legend at gymnastics, but suddenly you walk in and turn his whole world upside down. quite literally, might i add. 

🗨️ this is so freaking cute and sweet ��🥹 It’s completely SFW, and so so good! 

⭐Cherry Blossoms @chateautae [12k]  // pjm x f.reader // magic!au, mentor!jimin // 🥰🥵🌩️🪄

📝 despising the lack of offensive capability to your lackluster powers, your father, the school’s chancellor, signs you up for lessons with the magic university’s top-rated guard, park jimin. known to be an intense, reserved man with ruthless skills in battle, you come to learn he not only goes hard in a fight, but goes hard in another ruthless form of art—fucking.

🗨️ omg 😭 perfection?? That is what this was! The story and plot is cool and cohesive, the dynamic between MC and Jimin, damn it was hot! She doesn’t really believe in herself, but he believes in her, and tries to get her to see her own potential 🥹🥹🥹🥹 Cute! But then it gets filthy! And hot! There’s rain!!!! There’s smut in the rain! What more can I ask for?? ✨ It was just amazing! I loved it! Also all the magic, MC’s ability and then Jimin’s magic! They’re almost a contrast to each other, which I also really like! This is hands down one of my all time favorites!!! 💜✨

⭐Blooming Days @bluekyun [15.3k] // pjm x f.reader // university!au, bf2l, pregnancy!au // 🥰🌩️🥵😂

📝 a typical night for you begins at the library in your favorite chair underneath the lamp in the corner, only to be picked up at 3am by your best friend, Jimin. Despite having slept over in his room several times before, this certain night in Sigma house leads to far more than you ever imagined. But what is to come of your friendship once you reveal those two little lines that will change your lives forever?

🗨️ ahhhh this was so cute, lovely, fluffy and funny! It was also sprinkled with a bit of angst that made me tear up and scared for a moment 🥺 but the ending was happy 🥰 I really loved it 💖

⭐Never Falling + Forever Falling + Free Falling @yoonia [21k + 30.5k + 22k] // pjm x f.reader // e2l, singer!Jimin, non-idol!au, workplace!au, assistant!reader // 🌩️🥵

📝 for Park Jimin, you are everything he will ever need—his assistant, his housekeeper, his task runner, his fairy godmother. For you, he is more than everything. You have dedicated your life for him and, before you even realised it, your heart belongs to him alone. The only problem is that he is never yours, and you are living in a world that your love for him is nothing more than a fairytale ending. As you are suddenly given a chance to wake up and face the real world, will you be ready to embrace it? Will he be ready to deal with the world without you in it?

🗨️ this has been on my trl for forever, and then, it was only a one-shot, so color me pleased and pleasantly surprised to find out that this is now a freaking trilogy 🤯✨ I loved everything in it, and it’s so fucking amazing— if you have not already read it, you are certainly missing out! This is definitely one of my all time favorites 💎

⭐Eldorado @smoochkooks [38k] // pjm x f.reader // gold diggers!au, e2l, slowburn, adventure!au // 🥰🌩️🥵

📝 not all that glitters is gold but you, qualified gold digger, carrying on your back immense experience acquired all around the globe, came to the city of el paso del conte with one goal in your mind: to hit the jackpot of the eldorado of Texas. and nothing, no tragedies and adversities will stop you from pursuing it. but in every fairytale-like, too-good-to-be-true story, there’s a catch. this time, it comes in the name of park jimin, annoyingly handsome archeologist, your sworn enemy and biggest rival. 

🗨️ this has been on my trl list for some many fucking years 😭 well, I finally got to read it! And it was amazing, it was so fucking funny! Filled with witty banter, jokes and stereotypical jokes 😂 World building was so good too! And the smut? Fire 🥵 I really loved it 💖

This is my little corner with my own fics— I don’t write that much anymore (I prefer to read), but it would mean a lot to me if you checked out my work or read it. You don’t have to, it’s up to you of course 🥰

⭐Coming Home (series; completed) [44k] // pjm x f. reader // childhood bf2l, trauma/healing  // 🌩️🥵🥰😂👻😈

📝 when your best friend, Park Jimin, who you’ve had a crush on since forever, suggests you stay at his house to heal and find yourself again after a series of traumatizing events had haunted you for years, you don’t hesitate to accept. Within those walls, a safe haven is woven, where wounds can heal and memories find release. As he nurtures your shattered spirit, an unexpected intimacy unfurls, leaving the fragile barrier between friendship and deeper emotions in question - can you keep your feelings hidden?

🗨️ this is actually the first story I posted on my blog, and the first fanfic I managed to finish writing in ten fucking years. It will forever have a special place in my heart, but please be aware of the very triggering themes in it, okay?

⭐The Winter Collection (series; completed) [16.8k] // pjm x f. reader // e2l // 🥵😂

📝 you don’t know how you ended up here. Stuck with your mortal enemy, Park Jimin, in you car – in a fucking snowstorm.

🗨️ this is a collection of one shots that is with the same couple in the same universe (which is a series 😝). It’s basically just a crack fic. 

⭐My Heart’s Home (series; completed) [237.6k] // pjm x f. reader // childhood bf2l, ranch!au, cowboy!au // 🌩️🥵🥰😂

📝 you’d never thought you’d step foot back at the ranch– a place you used to call home a long time ago. When you are forced to go back, reconcile with your sister and a certain childhood friend that you had long forgotten, will sparks reunite?

🗨️ this is a very, very, very long story lol 😂 It is en extreme emotional roller-coaster, but it’s really worth it. It’s also inspired by the amazing show McLeod’s Daughters 🥰

⭐Last Night in Magic Shop [12.5k] // pjm x f. reader // s2l, one night stand, vampire!au  // 🥵🪄

📝 you find yourself down at the local club, Magic Shop, because your best friend feels like your lovelife is dry as ice. You did not plan on meeting a handsome stranger, who moves his body like an angel, but speaks like the devil. Feeling like he might match your nasty needs, you take him home, enjoying an unforgettable night filled with pleasure.

🗨️ my first vampire story! It’s just a silly thing. 

⭐Whalien52 [10.6k]  // pjm x f. reader // kittygang!jimin, apocalyptic, survival, dystopian // 🌩️🥵👻

📝 you’ve been working for the New World Order as an assassin for years, guarding secrets without batting an eye or asking questions. But when a striking pink haired man shows up at the headquarters stealing information, he makes you question everything. With all of humanity at stake, what will you do? 

🗨️ this one is actually part of a Yoongi series, but this is a stand-alone one shot, but it’s within the same universe as ‘End of The World’.

I have a few more Jimin stories that I didn’t list here, but these are my faves. I have written for most of the other members too—you can check out my masterlist here [link] 💜

And as a something little extra, here’s a few fics that I haven’t had the time to read yet, but damn I’m buzzing to get to read them:

In Flagrante Delicto @hisunshiine

Off the Grid (series; completed) @xpeachesncream

Ho-Ho-Home (series; completed) @jjungkookislife

Fairytail @gukyi

Menace (series; completed) @eoieopda

The Misadventures List (series; ongoing/discontinued) @kimvvantae

All Fervent Manner @yoonia

Blue Kamikaze @gguksgalaxy

The Ocean @dovechim

Dreaded Neighbors (series; completed) @99liners

Happy birthday my soulmate, Park Jimin!!!! 🥳💜✨

[hueseok]

18+ | NSFW; MDNI!

can’t stop thinking about boyfriend!jimin who’s trying very hard to control himself at the family function party he brought you along as his plus one, all tense and too proper in fear that he’ll let his true emotions get the best of him.

he’s been restless the moment he picked you up from your place, seeing you walk out of your door wearing this gorgeous dress of yours that fell a little above your knee. your hair is styled in an updo that accentuates your neck and collarbones, while your makeup brings out the lovely colors of your eyes and makes your lips more kissable than they usually are.

“you’ve got to be kidding me,” he mutters to himself when his gaze lands on your figure, agonizing already at the fact that he’d have to behave all evening because the both of you would be surrounded by relatives and most of all children at this event.

for the majority of the night, he does a great job at pretending that he’s not affected by how breathtaking you look and how even your subtle touches drive his brain to haywire. whenever you’re talking to him, he has to remind himself not to fixate on your mouth too much or appear like a lovesick fool either because if you noticed one of those things—you’d tease him to death, and that might make everything harder for him who’s already on the brink of giving in.

and fyi, he does give in to his inner desires at one point, pulling you along with him inside a guest room while a cousin of his is belting a song in karaoke, attracting all the attention of his relatives that gives him the opportunity to have you while everybody’s distracted.

“you’re crazy,” you tell him as he hungrily kisses you, a hand cupping your sex that makes you understand what his intentions are in leading you to the enclosed space. he only halts to stare at you, like he’s asking if you want him to continue, and when you’re the one who’s dragging his face down so he can carry on, he grins against your mouth, rubbing his fingers along your clothed entrance, groaning at how wet you are and how much he fucking wants to make you cum.

“can i eat you out?” he asks after he hears the first song being sang by his cousin ending, your back still pressed on the door with your dress being hiked higher by his clumsy hands. “been dreaming of tasting you since earlier, baby. you’re driving me nuts,” he adds.

you nod and he immediately falls on his knees, ducking his head under your dress and licking you through your panties. it’s erotic, it’s hot, it’s turning you on—and you’re doing the best you can to not make any alarming noises while he’s eating you out like a starved man, hauling your panties down to your knees in order to directly kiss your pussy.

you don’t last long. it doesn’t even take three minutes before you’re finishing above him, grabbing a fistful of his hair and shoving his face closer to your core, feeling the muscle of his tongue slide in and out as your thighs shake and your vision blurs in absolute pleasure. a third song in the karaoke plays, slightly bringing you back to your senses, and when he’s sure you’re done riding out the last waves of your orgasm, he stands up and kisses you on the mouth, letting you get a taste of yourself that heightens your need of him.

“your turn?” you ask, a hand already squeezing the tent evident on his pants but to your surprise, he shakes his head. he explains that his family will notice the two of you disappearing from the party; he starts insisting then that you can just continue where you left on once he drives you back home, teasingly stating that he won’t forget to remind you that you still owe him a small favor in return.

before he instructs you to leave the room first to avoid suspicion, he crouches down and helps you wear your undergarment again, smoothening your dress as well. he gives you a smile, a long kiss, and opens the door like a true gentleman, as if he isn’t the reason your legs are wobbly while you walk back to the living room area.

[kpopimaginings]

"You're embarrassing me" - Jimin

Jimin was so excited to introduce you to the rest of BTS, but you were quite nervous to meet them. Your boyfriend was doing his best to reassure you that it would be fine and that if he got on with you, the rest of the boys would too.

"But there's six of them, Min, that's a lot. And they are basically your family. If I don't get on with them then I don't feel like we are going to be able to make us work," you explained your anxieties to him.

"But they will like you, so we don't need to worry about that."

When you reached their dorms, you took a deep breath as Jimin opened the door. At the sound, the six boys inside cheered and came running to greet you. Your eyes grew wide as you fully realised the chaos you had let yourself in for.

"Can we come in and sit down first, guys?" Jimin laughed as everyone competed to greet you first.

They conceded and allowed you both to remove your shoes before Jimin placed a hand on the small of your back, leading you through to sit in the living room.

Jimin quickly introduced you to everyone, even though he knew you knew all their names already.

"We're very pleased you've finally decided to share," Namjoon told your boyfriend.

"You're very lucky, she's amazing and I wanted to keep her all to myself!"

"Jimin!" you complained as he wrapped his arm around your waist.

"What? I've already told them how lovely you are," he informed you.

"Yes, many, many times," Taehyung confirmed.

You hid your face in your hands, flustered by the revelation that he talked about you this much.

"What's wrong, baby?" Jimin cooed.

"Stop, you're embarrassing me," you whined through your fingers.

"Why? I'm only telling the truth," he replied, prying your hands away from your face to place a kiss to the tip of your nose.

You pouted a little as you lowered your hands again.

"Don't worry," Namjoon assured you. "None of us are judging you. Actually, I think it's quite sweet."

You sent a small smile the leaders way before turning back to your boyfriend.

"Could we maybe talk about something other than me?" you asked him.

"Fine," he agreed, rolling his eyes dramatically, with a cheeky smile.

You simply shook your head before full settling in beside Jimin.

NAVIGATION  |  BTS MASTERLIST

[dreamescapeswriting]

Comforting Words ~ PJM

WORD COUNT: 1k

PAIRING: Jimin x Fem!Reader

GENRE: established relationships, mentions of a panic attack, comforting, fast paced, jimin looking after the reader

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - July 2023

⤜MASTERLIST

As soon as Jimin saw your name flashing on his phone he knew that there had to be something seriously wrong, it wasn't like you to call him this late in the night. Jimin paused in the porchway of the house, he'd just left you at your place less than twenty minutes ago and to see that you were calling him worried him. The two of you had been dating for almost 4 months and the two of you hated being apart but with his idol life, it was what he had to do. 

"Babe? What's going on?" But there was no answer on the other end of the phone, just some heavy breathing as Jimin frowned to himself, checking that it was you calling him again. Yep, it was your name and photo on his screen. Anxiety began to bloom in the pit of his stomach as he thought about what could possibly be wrong. Had someone broken into the house and you didn't know who else to call? But there was no way you'd call him first and not the police.

"Yn? Is everything okay?" Jimin moved to go and grab his car keys, heading out into the garage and getting into his car right away, as soon as the engine was on the Bluetooth connected and he was already driving down the street to your place. There was no way he was going to let you go through whatever it was you were going through alone.

"Jimin," You managed to get out through a sniffle, Your throat felt as though it was closing up and you could barely utter any words or even think of speaking right now. Everything around you felt as though it was moving at a thousand paces a second and you couldn't get your mind to focus on one thing. Your heart was racing so quickly it felt as though it was about ready to leap out of your chest and you weren't sure how to start on what to say to Jimin. You sank down onto the floor, bringing your knees into your chest as you let out a shaky breath.

"I can't-" Jimin didn't even need you to finish your sentence, he could already tell what was going on and he did his best to stay calm. The last thing you needed in the midst of your panic attack was him panicking about your panic attack so he took in a deep breath before smiling weakly to himself. He knew how to look after you, he knew how to comfort you since he'd already been looking into everything for you.

"I'm coming, deep breaths baby." You did your best to listen to him, following his instructions and listening to the way he was breathing. 

"I'm almost there. What's the name of the movie we went to watch on our first date?" He questioned, it wasn't because he couldn't remember but he'd been reading up on anxiety techniques and he'd seen one about distracting the person having the panic attack so he was going to do his best. 

"Age of innocence." You sniffled and stuttered out a little, you could still remember going because Jimin was confused the whole way through the movie getting you to explain some parts to him.

"Where did we go to watch it?" He quizzed, pulling onto your street and putting his foot down a little bit so that he could get to your house. All he had to do then was get his keys and get inside and he would be able to hold you and comfort you in any way that he possibly could.

"To...To the park, it was showing because the local theatre wanted to show an older movie." You explained, your head slowly starting to calm down from all of the buzzing that seemed to be happening. Your heart rate was beginning to return to normal but you still couldn't control the shaking of your hands and you were already starting to feel the pounding of your headache. 

"Hey," Jimin whispered as he walked into the kitchen seeing you on the floor, you quickly discarded your phone and he sank down beside you bringing you into his arms.

"Do you know what started this one?" He quizzed, his hands gently rubbing up and down your arms as you cuddled closer to him. Your hands were fisted in his shirt as you leant your head against his chest listening to his steady heartbeat as you took in a calmer breath. Listening to his heart rate seemed to calm you down a lot more than the phone conversation you'd had.

"No," You sniffled a little and he nodded slowly, looking down at the top of your head before kissing it softly.

"Let's have a sleepover at my place...We can go and grab late-night snacks, and drinks and we can go back to mine and lay in bed all night and all day tomorrow." The idea sounded like heaven to you. Getting to spend so much time with the man you were pretty sure you were falling in love with? You'd give your right arm for that opportunity.

"Don't you have work?" You lifted your head to look him in the eyes and he shook his head, his hand slowly reaching out and wiping away the tears that had been falling down your face.

"Nope, the weekend is free and it's free for me and you." You stared at him, your eyes lighting up as you thought about getting to spend the whole time with him.

"I'd love that." You whispered to him. The truth was, you were terrified to spend the night alone after your panic attack so getting to spend more time with the man that helped with your anxiety, you were more than happy to get that.

"Let's go pack," He chuckled softly, both of you standing up and heading up the stairs to your bedroom rushing to pack everything that you were going to need for the weekend together.

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[chimchimmarie]

OUT OF THE FRIEND ZONE (Part One)

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Genre: College Au, Friends to Lovers

Word Count: 1500+

Summary: It’s your sophomore year in college. You and Jimin have been friends for a while and it’s all good, until jimin realizes he wants out of the friend zone.

AN: I’m still coping with Jimin’s enlistment and writing about him somehow gives me warmth. This is my first attempt at writing a series and I just had this idea and went along with it. I don’t know how often I’m going to be able to update but I’ll try my best. I’m not a professional, so I’m sorry for any errors. I listened to “Serendipity” by Jimin while writing this.

Jimin has been sending daggers at you as he sits by himself on a bench a few yards away from where you and a bunch of other students in your class have been hanging out. He eyes you like a hawk as you laugh at whatever the tall guy has said, You've been so absorbed at him as he rambles in what seems like forever.

His name is Namjoon. He’s a senior. He seems like the typical jock with his buffed physique and sleek stylish brown hair. He looked the part so well as he gestures with his hands, unconsciously flexing his toned arms. The white t-shirt he has on doesn't make him look anything less than ordinary but only highlights his frame even more, making him stand out.

He looked cool and way taller than Jimin. And he hated that, it brought out insecurities he never knew he had. He doesn't know him well but from the looks of it, you do. With how you look so invested in your conversations with him, he's starting to think you might be into him or something.

You and Jimin have known each other since freshman year. You’re now well into the 10th week of sophomore year and your friendship is still going strong. Yet he doesn't understand why he now suddenly feels off. You're not his girlfriend or anything but why does it feel like he wants to throw a punch and pick a fight with this Namjoon guy, or any other guy, really.

The other week in the coffee house, he also had the same nagging feeling when the barista tried to flirt with you and gave you a fix of your usual order on the house. Jimin felt horrible as he interfered and whisked you away before the guy could even ask for your number.

A few weeks ago in the library, he was so hyper aware of the bunch of freshmen guys following you with their gaze as you move from one section to another. He felt uncomfortable knowing other guys ogle you from a far. More so that you don't even realize the sets of eyes that hover on you.

Jimin hasn't quite thought about it, but this cocktail of emotions you've been putting him through is taking a toll on him. When you're hanging out together, he feels like he’s on cloud nine but dreads the short amount of time you can be together. When you're not around, you're all he could think of. Sending you messages or chatting and calling you on the phone just couldn't cut it. He needs to see you, hear you, touch you. He marvels at how you've gotten him wrapped around your fingers. He wonders if you feel the same way, too.

“If looks could kill, they’d be burying Namjoon by now.”

A deep voice interrupts his overthinking. Jimin whips his head on his right to see his best friend looking straight at you and Namjoon, while sipping his coffee.

“Shut up, Taehyung.” Jimin leans back on the bench seemingly defeated and quite unlike his normal self.

“What? I’m just saying… You know, if you could just go up to y/n and tell her how you feel, you won’t have to sit here in the cold, trying to murder a guy by staring at him for thirty five minutes.” Taehyung quips in a matter-of-fact tone.

Jimin let’s out a huge sigh, as he watches while Namjoon offers you a candy bar from his backpack.

“I’m not sure she sees me like that. She may have already put me in the friend zone. I don’t know.”

“Well, you really won’t know unless you try and do something about it. And who cares if you are in the friend zone? it’s never too late to get out of it, Just so you know.”

Jimin considers this for a moment, and it really got him to thinking, Why hasn’t he really made a move yet? What’s really keeping him from pursuing you? You’re both single and it’s evident that you get along well. You two have this incredible connection. He feels it. He knows all your endearing quirks and pet peeves. He knows what makes you tick, just as he knows what picks you up and what makes you happy. And he’s inclined to believe that you know all these things about him, too. So what’s really holding him back?

He bursts his own bubble when reality hits him. There’s only the risk of losing the friendship you’ve built together, and his biggest nightmare—losing you. He doesn’t think he’s brave enough to do something now in haste and risk everything on the line, only to lose you in the end. It’s not worth it, he thinks.

But Taehyung has a point. He’ll never know unless he tries. What if he misses his chance with hesitating too much, and never gets another? What would he do then? He’d still lose you eitherway. It would be worse to lose you to another guy. He can’t imagine himself living in countless “what if’s”. He reasons with himself. He’s not going to be that guy who would just stand idly by. He has to try.

Being in the friend zone sucks now that he’s crazy about you. But if he really wants you to see him as more than just a guy friend, he has to give you a reason to. He has to let you know. And this feeling he’s been bottling up since day one isn’t going anywhere. He knows it’s only going to grow stronger the more he lets it hole up inside. Maybe it’s about time he did something about it.

“Okay, you’re right. I’m confessing. I’m confessing tonight.” Jimin looks Taehyung straight in the eyes with a new found sense of purpose.

“It’s about damn time, my friend!” Taehyung looks proud.

Later that day, your group met up at Jimin and Taehyung’s apartment for movie night. The whole gang is in attendance. Hobi and Jin arrived with a bunch of chips and popcorn. You and Jungkook took care of the drinks, while Yoongi brought his girlfriend, Yuri. And you’re just glad there’s another female you can bond within the group.

The guys are good company, but if you’re being honest, sometimes you just need a breather from the numerous testosterone-fueled banters that happen when you’re with them. This is also part of the reason why you’ve been pushing the guys to date already so you could have more girls on your side.

“Seriously guys, when are you going to bring more girls here for movie night? Yuri and I need some reinforcements, you know.”

“Facts.” Yuri seconds.

All eyes turn to you, as you mumble through a handful of popcorn on your favorite spot on Jimin’s couch.

Taehyung, who was sitting beside you, grabs the bowl from your lap making you whine.

“First of all, maybe we can consider bringing more girls or guys to movie night when you learn to share the popcorn, y/n. And second of all, this apartment can barely hold this bunch and you want to add more people in here?”

You give Taehyung your deadliest side eye but let him have the bowl.

“I’m just saying, it’s about time you guys… you know, get out there… find someone. I really want to do a slumber party with your future girlfriends.”

“Find someone, huh. Speak for yourself. Miss forever single.” Jungkook scoffs at you.

“Yeah y/n, if you’re so big on pushing us to date, why aren’t you dating, too?” Hobi chimes in.

“Yeah, y/n, why aren’t you?” Taehyung shoots Jimin a taunting grin.

He was standing behind the counter preparing more chips yet actively listening to the conversation.

“Well, I’ve… kind of.. already been working on that.” Your voice came out unsure.

Jimin drops the chips and quickly looks at you in surprise.

“WHAT?!” Taehyung almost gave himself whiplash from how quickly he turned his head towards you.

“What do you mean ‘what’? I met someone. He’s a senior, and he plays for the lacrosse team.”

“No, No, No. This can’t be good. Jimin! Jimin!” Taehyung is frantic.

“What is up with you, Tae? I know you have this eccentric vibe going on, but this is starting to creep me out!” You cry out, feeling a little bit affronted.

“You can’t be meeting someone already! Not yet! Jimin!! Get your ass out here!”

Taehyung calls on his best friend again. But Jimin’s feet are planted cold on the kitchen floor. The shock quickly turns to panic and he forgets to breathe.

This is it, he thinks. He’s been too complacent. He feels stupid and he hates himself for not trying. He waited too long and now he’s about to lose his chance. He’s about to lose you.

This is it, he tells himself. He’s losing you. To that cool, tall, handsome, jock. He’s losing you to Kim Namjoon. Insecurity floods him and he doesn’t know how not to drown in it.

He questions himself. Why now? When he’s already made up his mind in confessing tonight. Why does it have to be now? When he’s worked so hard to confront his demons and fight off all the insecurities that’s been trying to put him down and holding him back.

All he’s been wanting is you.

All he’s been needing is one chance. One chance for you to see him as a man. One chance to let him out of the friend zone. But is it too late for that now?

Read Part Two!

[trohmantics]

Where My Demons Hide pt 2; chapter one

Masterlist

Italics represents Korean

Pairing: BTS × Named female character (poly)

Genre: Zombie apocalypse, horror, found family-ish?

Rating: MATURE; MINORS DNI

Warnings: Each chapter will have blood, death, and weapons in them. Triggers will be noted in each chapter. In this chapter, Skyler draws a weapon on JK, cursing, begging, just a mention of past child abuse.

REQUESTS: OPEN

A/N: it's taken a little longer than I anticipated, as I had surgery. Thankfully I'm now on the mend and back to writing! Just as a warning, the timeline and ages of BTS aren't entirely accurate. This is set in present day, COVID never happened, but the outbreak starts like COVID. BTS are between 24-29, with Skyler being 24.

As always, constructive feedback is always appreciated! Feel free to send me questions, theories, drabble requests, etc.

****Emergency Presidential Announcement****

The screen shows the president behind his desk, visibly upset and shaken. The room was dim, the American flag backdrop looking hastily hung. The room itself seemed in disarray, and the few visible people seemingly paying it no mind, similar looks as the president evident on their faces.

The camera slowly zoomed in, capturing the look of defeat in the president's face. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, possibly to steady himself, before looking back at the camera.

“My fellow Americans, I come to you tonight with an urgency that I have never felt before. A darkness has spread across our great nation and the world, a darkness I never imagined could manifest in such a horrifying form. A highly contagious virus, originating from a research facility overseas, has escaped containment. Initially, it was believed to be a flu-like illness, but we were wrong—so tragically wrong. As we tried to contain it, we discovered a little more about it. A few days ago, it started turning the infected into something inhuman, something monstrous. It spread rapidly through direct contact, and even air in some cases. Countries once regarded as our allies are now battling for survival, their militaries reduced to mere shadows of their former selves. We received reports of mass casualties and chaos in cities across the globe—from London to Tokyo, from Berlin to Moscow. Nations have fallen, one after the other, succumbing to this unprecedented horror. Here in the United States, our military bravely engaged in containment efforts, but they too were overwhelmed. Major cities have become battlegrounds, while rural areas fall victim to panic and despair. We have lost our way. I stand before you now to share that, despite our best efforts, we are no longer in control. This is not a moment for false hope. There is no miraculous vaccine on the horizon, no hero rising to save us. My heart is heavy as I convey to you that we have reached a point of no return. The government can no longer guarantee your safety. We cannot shield you from what is out there anymore.”

The president’s voice cracks, tears welling up in his eyes. He looks directly into the camera, the weight of his words hanging heavily in the air before continuing.

“I urge you—please, take this time to say goodbye to your loved ones. Hold them close. Tell them you love them. Share memories. Share comfort. If you believe, pray; pray for your families and friends, and pray for all of humanity. For the reality we face is one that few can endure. We are on the brink of something unimaginable. I can only express my profound sadness for all that we are losing and for all that has already been taken from us.”

The screen splits, one side with distressing images of chaos: panicked citizens, military troops overwhelmed, infected individuals staggering through the streets, the flickering lights of cities succumbing to darkness. The screen returns fully to the president, now visibly breaking down, struggling to maintain composure.

“Please, in these final moments, remember the good times-the laughter, the love. Know that you are not alone, even in this despair. As we face the end, know that my thoughts are with you, my fellow Americans.”

Suddenly, a loud crash is heard off-camera and the president’s expression shifts from sorrow to terror. The broadcast begins to flicker and distort. Screams echo in the background, and the camera shakes violently. The president stumbles back, eyes wide with fear, before the transmission is abruptly ended.

The screen goes black, power shutting off. A chilling silence fills the air, broken only by  distant sounds of chaos—snarls of the infected, sirens, screams, and the distant roar of flames.

_______

Four months. Four months since that final broadcast. Four months since civilization collapsed. Four months of doing whatever it takes to survive. 

After society collapsed, Skyler spent a week in her apartment, rationing her canned goods and bottled water. Eventually her resources started to run out, causing her to leave safety and stealthily make her way to town, where she found an abundance of weapons, clothing, and freeze-dried food. There was also a lot of survival gear.

Despite all the racism and sexist attitudes she received for being half Korean and a woman, Skyler had never been more thankful to live in a small conservative area as she had been in that moment. 

Now, four months later, she was miles away from the area. She hoped if she could get to her grandparents farm, where she would have all the tools and resources to survive on her own, that she would flourish. Maybe, if she was lucky, she would also find her younger brother there. She wouldn't get her hopes up, though. 

Skyler pulled her shoulder length brown hair into a low ponytail so her hair would stay out of her face. The last thing she needed was to have a blindspot. She pulled on her hunting clothes as well as her steel toe waterproof boots. 

She secured her crossbow across her back, and kept two pistols with silencers in their holsters. She also had a machete she kept on her right side at all times, and a few knives in her bag for skinning/scaling, gutting, and cutting meat. 

She finished getting dressed, and her items together. She was running low on food, and she knew there were a few outdoor stores in this new town where she could scour in hopes of food and supplies.

She was grateful to find a small secure building to use as a hideout for a few days before continuing on. 

___

Skyler's journey to the outdoor stores was unsuccessful. Two were burnt down, and the third was crumbling, zombies stalking the area. She was disappointed, but decided to look somewhere else to get a few days worth of supplies.

She stayed in the shadows, succeeding in avoiding the zombies as she found a small store. 

It looked to be old, one that probably existed there longer than she had been alive, and was in what most would deem a poor area. It would most likely have the necessities and no more. It definitely wouldn't have the survival gear that she was hoping for, but she could at least get some food and a few bottles of water until she could find somewhere with survival items.

It was easy to get in, no locks or blockages. After a quick sweep, Skyler found that it was all clear.

She began putting non-perishable food in her pack, attempting to steer away from cans as they take up too much room and are heavier. She stuffed her bag with small packets of tuna and chicken, jerky and other dried meats, and meat sticks. She also grabbed a few ramen packs that she knew she could eat dry. 

Skyler headed to the back, kneeling to look at options for water, thinking of maybe grabbing a few larger bottles, when she just barely heard the front door close. Her pulse quickened, and she was on high alert, searching for anywhere she could exit unseen. 

Luck was not on her side.

While kneeling, she could just make out black hair over the tops of the shelves. She heard heavy breathing, as if whoever came in was finally able to breathe. She and the unknown person were silent and unmoving for what felt like hours, before they started to slowly move. 

Skyler slowly moved, staying low to the ground, leaving her bag. She didn't want to, but if she couldn't scare whoever it was away or agree to go their separate ways peacefully, she would have no choice but to kill them. Humans were just as dangerous as the dead these days. 

Both silently moved through the store, Skyler catching up enough to see that the unknown visitor was a young man with shaggy hair, and a tattooed sleeve. She quietly readied her crossbow.

He stopped at her pack, head tilting slightly, as Skyler pressed the top of the loaded bow into his back and retreated a few steps. The young man stiffened and quickly raised his hands, chest heaving in fear. 

“Turn around.” Skyler instructed, her voice not wavering. 

He stood still for a moment, before slowly turning. 

The first thing Skyler noticed was his eyes. While they held fear, she noted in another time they must have been lively and full of happiness. 

She noted a lip ring on his lower lip, and paired with the tattoos he would have looked intimidating, if not for his boyish looks and fear in his eyes.

“I mean no harm! I was just- we ran into a small horde and I got separated from my friends!”

Skyler stared at him in disbelief. Of all the people for him to run into, he runs into someone who can speak Korean? 

Should she be willing to speak to him, help him in his little quest? He seemed friendly despite the fear, and it would be easy to help. Besides, Skyler is so lonely…

On the other hand, if she helped, he could be a hindrance. He didn't seem to have any weapons or supplies, and fending for someone else as well as herself could lead to her demise. Besides, what would happen if they found his friends? Best case she walks away, all alone again.

While arguing the pros and cons of speaking his native tongue and helping, he took her silence as not understanding him. 

He tried speaking in broken English.

“I.. not bad? Just, alone? No, lost! Friends away from-” 

“Shut up.” Skyler interrupted, startling herself with how standoffish she was being. Bow slightly lowering. “I don't know what the fuck you're saying. You,” she pointed at him and then the door, “Need to leave. Now.”

“I don't.. I not mean? No hurting you! Just need help find friends! Monsters ran me here.” He said desperately. “You know BTS? I'm Jungkook!”

Skyler looked him up and down, sure, she had heard of BTS on the radio before the outbreak, she didn't live under a rock. However, she never looked into them, only ever hearing one or two songs on the radio. 

“Who the fuck is BTS?” Skyler said, still trying to get him to leave. “Look dude, I don't care who you are. You need to get the fuck out. Now.”

She grabbed the shoulder of his shirt and moved him in front of her, pushing him towards the door. 

Jungkook dropped to the floor bowing and holding her pant leg, sobbing and begging in a mixture of broken English and Korean.

“Please! I just…I need help. Please help me. Don't put me alone. I'm alone and I miss my brothers!  Please, I don't want to die.”

Skyler's heart stopped and she seemed to forget how to breathe as she took in the scene in front of her. Instead of seeing Jungkook, she was back in the past, to her brother begging her not to leave him alone with their abusive parents, pleading to take him with her when she was made to leave the final time. 

She left out a shuddering breath and turned her head, blinking back the hot tears that formed in her eyes. She put the bow on her back, and slyly knelt down to grab Jungkooks hands, helping him stand again. She dropped his hands as soon as he was fully standing. 

He looked at her with wide, fearful eyes, ready to have to go alone. 

Skyler scanned his face, her heart clenching every time she thought of leaving him behind. She took another deep breath, slowly letting it out. She couldn't trust him fully, but she could try to help him. Maybe she would just need to keep a distance, in case he dies or wants her gone if they find his friends.  

“I'll help you” 

[zeroseuniverse]

You Make Me Glow

Word Count: 439 Pairing: Jimin X reader Summary: In which they never though Army could be right

They had never been in a room together somehow, someway fates would have it that they never actually crossed paths, even at award shows one of them was always absent. It was a fact that almost all Army’s and her own fandom had noticed, it became a running joke that the two were soulmates that would just never meet, a lot of fans making ship edits which had caught their attention many times. And when the confirmation came that they’d both be attending the same event they couldn’t stop teasing their fans about their inevitable disappointment.

Honestly this award show had everyone on the edge of their seats, because while he was performing she was in the dressing room, so the anticipation just kept building and building as different artists performed and different awards were given, somehow always missing being in the same room, if she entered the area he was in the bathroom for some reason or being spoken to elsewhere, if he was in the room she was pulled out for some reason or rushing away to fix an issue. Fans were desperate for them to be in the room together, and even if they weren’t soulmates just an interaction could break the internet at this point. 

So as the crowd roars and her figure emerges from the side stage, all attention is set on her, or more specifically how her body begins emitting a low glow that grows brighter the closer she moves towards the audience, the cameras pan to capture the moment and who else is glowing, and to nobody's surprise the camera caught sight of Jimin, taking the jackets from his members in a panic trying to cover the glow, the cameras pan back to the stage seeing shock overtake the singing artist's face as she looks towards Jimin, who was looking up in awe, army had predicted this, god they were insane.

Sadly they didn’t have the time to meet during the event, having way too much space between the two, even as the glowing began to get annoying especially for those around them. 

As the night came to an end, nobody even attempted to move, allowing Jimin to bolt through the crowd easily, plopping himself down on his soulmate's lap with a dopey grin as the thrumming of the bond took a hold of him. 

“How you doing?” He asked with a giggle, nudging her face with his nose as she got flustered.

“So I guess we don’t get to tease the fandoms.” She sighed with a pout, making him smirk mischievously.

“Oh we can definitely find something to tease them about.”

[angelsvoice1love]

Roommates

(friends with benefits)

Breathing heavily, you wiped your brows from the sweat that was dripping of of it as you just finished moving into your new apartment.

Yes, you were moving in with your brother and his best friend Yoongi. Seeing as your former roommate traveled a lot for her job, your brother and his friend Yoongi insisted that you moved in to make it safe.

Y/n: All done. You said to yourself as you finally finished moving into the room.

Yoongi: Here's your last box. He said placing it on the floor.

Y/n: Thanks. You replied, as you opened the box.

Yoongi: What the hell. Those are a lot of plushies.

Y/n: Yeah...and.

Y/b/n: Really sis, you kept them?

Y/n: Yes. You bought me a plushies since I turned 16. Seeing as I'm 26 now, I only have 10.

Y/b/n: Fine. Whatever. Listen I have to leave soon for a business trip to England, will you be okay?

Y/n: Of course. I can manage here, besides I can make dinner for Yoongi and I every night after work. Seeing as he'll work late this entire week at the studio.

Yoongi: And you know this how?

Y/n: Oh...sorry. I saw your schedule on the fridge, when I put some banana milk in there.

Y/b/n: Okay. Listen, I need to go. Take care of each other. Love you sis. He said placing a quick kiss on your forehead.

As your brother's taxi left, you turned to Yoongi bit your lip and walked over to your room. A few seconds later Yoongi was in your room, watching you place books in your bookshelf when he came to you. Arms wrapping around your waist, you froze as his hot breath fanned your skin.

Yoongi: I missed you. I missed that night we had at the cabin. He whispered in your ear, breathing in your sent. I can't get that night out of my head...when we didn't say a word to any of our friends to where we were going.

Y/n: Yoongi-

Yoongi: That wild night...where we were tangled on the floor, in front of the fire place. Those blankets, sure we're thick for us to lay on. He whispered sexy, making you swallow. Seeing you here...i can't resist you. He spoke, as he kissed your ear.

Y/n: Y...Yoongi...stop. You said, as you turned and pushed him away.

Yoongi: What? Why not? He asked, as he took a few steps forward.

Y/n: Yoongi...i just...i think that night was a mistake.

Yoongi: A mistake? Really? After you begged me to be friends with benefits with you. After making those arrangements to go to the cabin, where we were alone...and had a long weekend to ourselves and having sex a few times your calling it a mistake.

Y/n: I-

Yoongi: 10

Y/n: What?

Yoongi: That's how many times we had sex at the cabin. That was 3 months ago. We agreed we'd only have sex when one of us are lonely, need to relief stress or just need a good time.

Y/n: But...Yoongi, we live together now that's why we need to stop.

Yoongi bit his lip, as he nodded his head. Still not listening, he shut the door behind him moving back towards you as he placed his hands on your cheeks kissing you softly.

After a few seconds you kissed Yoongi back, as you held onto his waist. The kiss was starting to heat up, and you pulled away to catch your breath.

Looking in Yoongi eyes, you smiled as toy pushed him back as he fell on the bed. Walking over you straddled his lap as you kissed him again.

Yoongi: Does this mean I won? He asked, as he smirked slightly.

Y/n: For now. You replied kissing him back.

Yoongi's hands moved from your legs to your waist, moving up as he removed your shirt. After a few seconds, you removed Yoongi shirt as he started to kiss your neck making you moan in the process. Yoongi lifted you up, with ease as he placed you onto the bed. Removing his pants he was left with his underwear, standing he took of your pants and hovered over you once again. Kissing your neck, you felt butterflies as he lowered himself and kissed your bare shoulders. Biting your lip to keep you from moaning, you pulled Yoongi up and kissed him hard.

Y/n: Yoongi...i don't want to beat around the bush. No teasing, no anything. If we're doing this, I want you now.

Nodding, Yoongi pulled a condom from his pants pocket and pulled off both your underwear and rolled on the condom.

Yoongi: Are you ready?

Y/n: Yes.

As Yoongi, pushed himself inside of you, you held on for dear life onto his shoulders. Yoongi gave you a few moments to agust before he slowly started to move inside and out. Keeping the slow pace, Yoongi pushed his head into the gape of your neck and started to suck on the skin.

You, held onto his strong shoulders and you started to kiss it. Licking and sucking on the right side. As Yoongi's pace picked up, you started moaning which caused you to clasp your mouth shut.

Stopping, Yoongi glanced down at you as he pulled your hand away.

Yoongi: Why are you keeping those sexy sounds away from me.

Y/n: I...i don't want the neighbors to hear us.

Yoongi: They won't. This whole apartment is soundproof. Due to me practicing my music so often, we made it soundproof. So, you can scream all you want, all for me.

Nodding you kissed Yoongi hard as, your tongue asked for entrance. Giving it to you fast, Yoongi and you both fought for dominance as he started thrusting into you faster and harder.

Y/n: Y...Yoongi...ahh...yes...right...there. You gasped as he took your breath away.

Yoongi: Yes...anything...f...for...y...ahh.

A few more hard thrusts and you felt your high coming, you kissed Yoongi's ear as you sucked on his earlobe.

Yoongi: Y/n...ahh...that feels...nice. Mmm, ahh.

Y/n: Y...mmm...ahh. Taking control you flipped you both over, as you straddled him. I've always wanted to try this. I...is that okay?

Yoongi: I'm down for anything that gives you pleasure. He replied, holding onto your hips.

Smiling you started moving causing friction for you both. Looking up, Yoongi's eyes focused on the facial expressions you made while bouncing up and down on him. He moved his hands up your arms and flipped you both again.

Yoongi: If anyone is finishing this game it'll be me. He smirked as his thrusts started to become faster, and even more harder than before. I'll make this...mmm...evening...l...last as...agh...long as I...aghh...can.

Yoongi connected your hands on either side of your head, intertwining your fingers as he kept on going.

Y/n: Aghh...y...yes...mmm...aahhh...y...yoongi...i-

Both: AGHHHH! You Noth moaned loudly as Yoongi fell forward.

Breathing heavily, he catches his breath as he pulled out of you taking off the condom and tossing it into the bin. Sitting up, he looked down at your sweaty body. Chest rising and falling, as you looked back at him.

Yoongi: May I lay down with you?

Y/n: S...sure. You replied moving aside so he could lay next to you.

Pulling you closer to him, he kissed your forehead, as he pushed some hair from your face.

Yoongi: Are you hungry?

Y/n: No. Are you?

Yoongi: No. So...what now?

Sitting up, you looked down at him as you took the blanket and covered your body.

Yoongi: What's wrong?

Y/n: I...we need to talk about this. Whatever it may be.

Yoongi: Okay. He replied as he covered himself too. We agreed it to be friends with benefits.

Y/n: I know. What I meant was...how are we going to do this? I mean we're living together, and having my brother around won't be easy to sneak around.

Yoongi: True. Mm...i guess we could always plan ahead.

Y/n: Plan ahead? What do you mean?

Yoongi: We could always change our names on each other's phones. Then we could always text each other, to meet up. We could even meet at the dorm at times.

Y/n: The dorm? Seriously. You expect me to have sex with you, with the guys around?

Yoongi: Yes, why not. I was told to stay with them for a while. And I don't share a room with anyone, so it'll be fine.

Y/n: I don't know. W...what if they hear us?

Yoongi: I guess we could meet at a hotel, or motel.

Y/n: But...that be a waist of money. Um, I guess the dorm would be okay. Even here, just as long as my brother isn't around.

Yoongi: So, we're doing this then?

Y/n: Yes. I'd be lying if I saidthat I wouldn't want to be friends with benefits...i...i really like being with you.

Yoongi: You do. He said coming closer, as he kissed you shoulder moving his way up your jawline and to your ear whispering. I like doing it with you.

Next thing you new, Yoongi was hovering above you again, kissing your chest. Moving his lips to your lips, making sure the kiss was passionate Yoongi took your hand in his, as he moved it to his erection. Guiding your hand up and down on himself. Kissing your neck, you took control and pushed Yoongi down making him lay down on the bed as you hovered over him while still giving him a hand julob.

Yoongi: AGH...yes...t...that feels good. He said, his breath hitching as he started twitching in your hand.

Before he could cum on your hand, you took your hand away from him giggling as he frowned up at you.

Yoongi: No. Don't stop.

Y/n: Well...you could either cum on my hand, or you could cum inside me. You said as you reached over him opening your draw and took out a condom showing it to him.

Yoongi: Mm...definitely the second one.

Nodding you tore open the pack and took the condom rolling it onto Yoongi slowly. As soon as it was on you were on top of Yoongi, riding him fast, Yoongi held your waist as he moaned at the way it felt. The friction, the energy you had, how beautiful you looked as you were bouncing on him.

Yoongi: AHHH...y/n, wow...this is amazing...mmm.

Y/n: Your amazing...ahhh...ahhh-

You groaned loud as you fell forward, onto Yoongi's chest. After catching your breath, you got off Yoongi rolling off the condom and throwing it into the trash.

Y/n: Now...one more thing.

Yoongi: Yes.

Y/n: If we are doing this, I want you to sleep here with me tonight.

Yoongi: Deal.

Smiling, you sat on his lap, pulling him up, you kissed him, as you licked his lips asking for entrance.

Yoongi denied you entry trying to play his little game, but that didn't phase you as you kept kissing him until your hand started rubbing him, which caused him to gasp giving you asses to slip your tongue in. Running your right hand in his hair, while your left hand held onto his neck.

Pulling away, you looked at Yoongi breathing heavily as you smiled and leaned in to give him a peck on the lips.

Yoongi: You tired?

Y/n: After two hard and amazing rounds, yes. And a little hungry. How about we order in and watch Netflix?

Yoongi: Sounds great. How about you wear my shirt, I think it'll be cute. He said, as he pulled you closer, as he kissed your chest.

Y/n: Since you asked so nicely.

[mirahuyooo]

Hello, yes, I'm here to stake my claim on #14 please~~ with Jiminie, in a college au, sorta strangers to future lovers, loosely based on Enchanted by my queen T-Swift 🥰🥰

And here I made you a moodboard just cause 😘😘

CONGRATS BABE I LOVE YOU 🥹🥹🥹

014. Please don’t be in love with someone else + park jimin 

— Park Jimin can't possibly be real. 

word count: 1,230 contents: fLUFF sO FLUFFY, ROMANCE, wallflower YN with It boy jimin, paired in a project trope, everyone has a crush on jimin (and that’s a FACT 👏), kind of a song fic uwu (alexa play Enchanted by Taylor Swift), miss yn shooting her shot rawr, College AU, Strangers (kinda) to Lovers pairing: park jimin x reader

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A/N: JAYYYYY!!! ILY2 💖👄💖✨ Thank you so much for joining AND FOR THE MOOD BOARD TOO KAJSDKJASD I hope you like this one 😭💕💓💞 i nearly got carried away lmao enjoy!!

Let it be known that, while you were not one to simp, you understand the craze over the campus it boy, Park Jimin—the awestruck stares that follow him as he walks by, the giggling gossip that always manages to reach even you, or the line of people that try to get close to him. You suppose a big part of it is his pretty face with a soft, gentle image that he knows well how to contrast with an occasional sultry, jaw-dropping look. 

All you've ever done, however, is look respectfully and appreciatively from far away. You were far too swamped attempting to balance your college workload, your job, and your meager social life to ever dare give a go at the competitive waters that surround Park Jimin himself—let alone speak directly to him. 

That is, of course, until you got paired with him for a project, yourself. 

Before then, the two of you had belonged to different crowds, and yet, in spite of the daggered stares of his little fanclub following you around, you've been spending a few weeks completing a paper with the beloved Park Jimin. 

Current verdict? Park Jimin can't possibly be real. 

Even the fluorescent lights, which usually make things dull in the classroom, softly grazes his blond locks, forming some sort of halo around him that you couldn’t really complain about. In your blessed eyes, Jimin very much looked like a cherub and he’s very much an angel, too! Oh to have a classmate as reliable and kind as Jimin for every project! You’d willingly stay and repent in this hellhole. 

Okay, okay. Maybe your crush on him got a whole lot worse.

A blinding, sweet smile comes your way as the students file out of the lecture hall by the time the period ends. "You did great, (Y/N)!" Jimin beams as he jogs over from his row to yours, where you were occupied with gathering your things. "We handled that presentation well, didn't we?"

Ah, there it was—the bittersweet end to this whole fiasco. Just minutes ago, the two of you stood before the class and reported your findings for the paper, though you could tell most of the class only ever really paid attention to Jimin’s half instead of yours. 

Still, your heart races to have him approaching you, but you miraculously manage a smile back—or did it come out a grimace? "You did great, too," you tell him, truthful in every sense of the word as you nearly sing praises of his behavior while the two of you exit the classroom. "I've truly been blessed to have you as my partner for this."

At your words, the It boy’s eyes disappear into crescents from his smile, one soon obscured by his hand and oh God, is Park Jimin blushing right now?

Frankly, it surprises you that, in spite of Jimin’s near superstar popularity in the campus, he’s still susceptible to praises and compliments from certain people. Heck, he's a prince charming himself!  

By the time you two make it to the grounds, Jimin gives you a gentle nudge to the side. "Do you need a lift?" he asks, knowing well from the past weeks that both of your schedules end at this time. He’s given you plenty of rides before, but while yes, you’d love a ride home, for the sake of your sanity;

"You don't have to," you bashfully decline, adjusting the strap of your bag as you nod towards the bus stop. "I'll manage."

Ever the gentleman, Jimin doesn’t let you go home alone if he can help it.  "Nonsense," he insists, linking his arms as he invites you over to the parking lot where his car awaits. "C'mon."

You sigh, though not so begrudgingly, as you follow suit. 

Curse your weakness for pretty boys. 

As usual, there’s a comfortable silence that settles between you and Jimin, the air filled only with the songs that play through the radio. The next song that spins is a familiar one, and you stiffen upon hearing the lyrics. It embodies your situation a little bit too well for you to fully function in the midst of this car ride. God damn it, Taylor Swift! Not now!

Would he even want to go on a date with someone like me anyways?

"Here we are," Jimin softly smiles, definitely not making things easier for you. 

Right, time to get off. "Thanks again for driving me home," you gratefully tell him, shoving your mushy feelings back as you unbuckle your seatbelt. 

“Oh, wait!” 

Shocked and bewildered by his sudden exclamation, you watched as Jimin quickly got out of his own seat just to go around the car and open the door to yours. “My lady,” he playfully bows as he holds out a hand for you to take. Your eyes look owlish as you stare between him and his hand, and yet you found the gall in you to take it, butterflies coming to life in an instant upon feeling his skin on yours. Whattheheckisthis?!

Okay, okay. Maybe you have more than just a crush on this guy.

The last thing on your mind right now is going home, because maybe, just maybe, you might have a chance here. “Jimin?” you timidly call his name, wondering if he could feel your palms sweating. 

He squeezes your hand—squeezes it!—and tilts his head. "Yeah?"

Fuck it.

You take your hand out of his hold to gather some of your bearings. "I know we're not going to be hanging out more now that we're done with the paper but," you swallow thickly, hoping to catch your breath. "I was wondering if you'd like to go to the movies with me this weekend?"

"Ooh, like a date?" Jimin teasingly wiggles his eyebrows at you, arms coming to rest at his hips. 

The visible blush that spreads like wildfire across your cheeks shocks Jimin into a stop, much so when you begin hesitating between a nod and shake of your head. He, too, becomes flustered—the two of you becoming tomatoes in the middle of the sidewalk. 

Jimin takes a deep breath to calm himself down, as he runs a hand through his blond locks. "Actually…"

Oh no. While part of you prepares for the rejection, the song from before also comes into fruition as you, too, find yourself becoming just as wishful, because in spite of Park Jimin having a lot of other options than a wallflower like you, the chances are never quite zero, right?

Please don't be in love with someone else.

Please don't be in love with someone else.

Please don't be in lo—

The shy glance he steals and the uncontrollable smile on his lips melt you first before his words could, shining so blindingly your mind goes blank. "I've been meaning to ask you that myself," Jimin says, to your utter shock, before putting on a playful pout on his plump lips. "And for the record, I didn't plan on stopping my interactions with you, you know."

"Really?" you dumbfoundedly ask the It boy, who only gives you a bashful nod. You suppose you'll have to get more answers on the weekend. "It's a date, then?"

There’s an angel that smiles back at you, eyes twinkling and almost as giggly as the girls that fawn over him. "It's a date." 

[kingofbodyrolls]

Stuck in a Snowstorm (m) | pjm

You don’t know how you ended up here. Stuck with your mortal enemy, Park Jimin, in you car – in a fucking snowstorm.

→ Pairing: Jimin x female reader → AU + genres: enemies to lovers, pwp (very little plot – let me be honest, it’s just pure smut). Humor/crack, smut. → Rating: Mature/explicit/R18 - this is mature/explicit content, so minors, please do not interact. → Word count: 6,1k → Warnings (general) + triggers: Jimin is just a mean jerk and reader is a brat 😂 Lots of banter, crack and anger towards each other. → Warnings (explicit): unprotected sex, dirty talk, orgasm denial/delay, hair pulling, oral (female and male receiving), breasts and nipple play. Also, use of a tie 👀 → Author’s note: This is actually a story that I planned to write all the way back in 2017 – better late than never, right? 😂 I had only made the plot with some outline, so I basically started from scrap. But it had been stuck in my mind since FOREVER and now I just miss Jimin a shit ton, so I made this. I hope you enjoy it! Also, it shouldn’t be taken too seriously, it’s just smut with minimal plot and don’t question the characters bad actions or some minor plot holes 😂 (Also, I did not proofread this, just because). Also, merry Christmas / happy holidays – this is my gift to you wonderful people out there 💜AND are you guys looking forward to Jimin’s ‘Closer than This’ tomorrow???? 💜

If you prefer to read on AO3 you can read it here 😀

[s.masterlist] → this is part of a mini series ‘The Winter Collection’, but it can be read as a stand alone (as can all the installments in the series).

“I can’t believe this…” in disbelief, you mutter, your voice tinged with uncertainty, while you desperately activate the windshield wiper, yearning for even a fleeting glimpse through the thick curtain of falling snow.

“I can,” Jimin declares from his spot beside you in the passenger seat. His playful critique follows swiftly, delivered with a pout and a firm voice, as he shakes his head in mock disbelief, “You're a terrible driver.”

“Am not!” you retort defiantly, your voice cutting through the air, even as your unwavering gaze remains fixed on the snowy expanse ahead.

A curtain of thick snow descends, veiling everything in an opaque white shroud. The road ahead is swallowed by the relentless onslaught, turning visibility into an elusive challenge.

Your hands clench the wheel with a vice-like grip, the strain evident as your knuckles whiten under the pressure. The tension in your entire body is so palpable that it hurts to fucking drive.

Exhaustion weighs on you heavily, a relentless burden, yet the realization hits that you're only halfway to your friends' Christmas party. Two more hours loom ahead, a daunting stretch of time spent in the company of Park Jimin, your sworn enemy.

The decision to share a car ride is a mystery even to yourself; perhaps it was a fleeting concern for the planet, a noble intention to save fuel by consolidating into one vehicle. Yet, as the journey unfolds, the real reasons behind your choice become an enigma.

Regret courses through you like a bitter undercurrent as you ponder the altruistic intentions behind considering the planet and the environment. The thought of advising Jimin to take his own car nags at you, a missed opportunity for a peaceful solo drive. In a self-cursing moment, you rue your own kindness.

“Let me drive; I’m a better driver than you anyway.” Jimin declares with casual confidence, his tone carrying an air of nonchalance.

“Fuck off, Jimin!” you hiss, frustration dripping from your words like venom.

You squint against the relentless assault of heavy snow, the world outside morphing into an indistinct blur as visibility dwindles.

Your pace is deliberate, a cautious dance with the road, but after several minutes, you relent, succumbing to the inevitable by slowing down even further.

“Fine!” you declare, seizing the steering wheel in a determined clench, bringing the car to an abrupt halt.

You pivot your gaze towards Jimin, the words cutting through the tension, “You fucking drive then.”

Shifting the car into park, you unclip your seatbelt with a determined click, swing the door open, and brave the biting embrace of the freezing snowstorm outside.

In synchronized movements, Jimin mirrors your actions, and together, you step out into the frigid air. The two of you converge outside, a silent agreement palpable in the crunch of snow beneath your feet, as you navigate around the car, preparing to swap seats.

“If you crash my car, I’ll kill you.” you menace, venom seeping through your words as you stride past him, positioning yourself in front of the vehicle.

He nonchalantly shrugs his shoulders, a smug satisfaction evident in his demeanor, relishing the fact that you've conceded to let him take the wheel.

Jimin confidently eases his plump figure into the driver's seat, and you avert your gaze (definitely not looking!). With a self-assured demeanor, he expertly adjusts the seat to accommodate his frame.

You attempt to thaw your chilled hands under the blast of hot air from the air conditioner, the sour mood hanging heavy around you as you settle into the passenger seat, donning a visible pout.

“Relax, I’m not gonna crash your precious car,” he teases, the playfulness evident in his voice, just before smoothly shifting the car into gear and forging ahead.

In response, a huff escapes your lips, arms instinctively crossing in a silent declaration of your lingering displeasure.

You surrender to a sense of ease as Jimin takes the wheel, his deliberate pace aligning with caution. It's a mutual understanding — in this snow-laden terrain, slow and steady becomes a shared creed for safety.

The once teasing atmosphere now gives way to palpable tension, the air thick with the weight of swirling snow that has intensified. Jimin, too, struggles visibly against the heavier onslaught, the challenge of navigating through the snow turning the car into a place of shared unease.

Your gaze fixates on Jimin, observing as his fingers clench the steering wheel with a tension mirroring your own, and his shoulders stiffen in sync. A chuckle escapes you, unexpectedly audible, as you notice the ironic similarity between his reaction and your earlier demeanor.

“What’s so funny?” Jimin spits, the tension reverberating unmistakably in his voice, each word a note in the symphony of strained emotions.

“Your driving,” you start to chuckle, the amusement laced with a hint of mischief.

“You're not exactly outclassing my skills,” you declare, sinking into the seat with a self-assured smirk, relishing the satisfaction of your own driving prowess.

“You’re a fucking brat, you know that?” he seethes, the words charged with anger, his gaze sharply turning towards you, locking onto your eyes.

Despite Jimin's cautious speed, the car subtly veers, casting doubt on whether you're still on the road or lost in the oblivion of the thick snow. The blinding white landscape offers no clarity, leaving you uncertain and immersed in a disorienting wintry haze.

“I can’t see fucking shit!” he exclaims, abruptly bringing the car to a halt and cutting the engine in an instant, plunging you both into an eerie silence amid the obscured surroundings.

Your gaze locks onto him, urgency etched across your face. “What are you doing? We've got Seokjin's Christmas party in less than an hour!” The frustration in your voice reverberates, a ticking clock amplifying the stakes of the impending deadline.

“It’s not safe to drive in this freaking snowstorm!” he bellows in response, frustration escalating in his voice, punctuated by the sharp flick of the hazard warning lights, signaling the urgency and danger of the situation.

“I just want to get there already. I'd rather not be stuck with you,” you seethe, teeth gritted, a visible huff escaping in a cloud of anger. The tension hangs heavy, fueled by the biting words that linger in the now frosty air.

“Like I'd willingly be stuck with your sour attitude,” he retorts, his gaze sweeping you from head to toe for some inscrutable reason. “I don't even like you,” he declares, the words loaded with an unspoken tension that hangs in the frosty air between you two.

You gape at him, the bitter truth resonating in the air—an unspoken agreement that neither of you harbors any liking for the other. The animosity between you has solidified into a hostile dynamic, despite the shared circle of friends that consistently throws you together, much to your enduring displeasure.

Jimin exudes an infuriating level of cockiness, ceaselessly pushing your buttons and expertly tapping into the art of annoyance until it feels like your nerves are unraveling at his mere presence.

You'd willingly brave the biting cold rather than endure the prospect of an unpredictable future confined with him inside the car. Fate seems to revel in mocking you, as the car rapidly succumbs to the encroaching chill, each passing minute intensifying the unwelcome cold that now permeates the confined space.

You clutch your arms tightly around your body, desperately running your hands up and down in a futile attempt to gather some warmth. A curse slips from your lips as you question your own sanity—why in the world did you take off your jacket for the drive? Now it's trapped in the damn trunk, and the thought of braving the freezing cold to retrieve it is utterly unappealing.

“Cold?” he chuckles, the sound carrying an edge of amusement that only amplifies the chill sinking into your bones.

You nod your head.

“Well, I’m not giving you my jacket,” he states matter-of-factly, cocooning himself in the evident warmth of his puffer jacket. Damn Park Jimin and his infuriating nonchalance, he's truly a master of being a jerk!

“Can't even manage a simple act of kindness,” you mutter with disdain, the words escaping in a sharp hiss, a low and almost grumbling tone, accompanied by a dismissive eye roll.

“What's that?” he asks, a smirk playing on his lips, relishing the snug warmth of his jacket while you shiver in the cold. 

“Fuck you, Park!” you shout directly in his face, your words laced with frustration. Instead of a retort, he just chuckles, the sound taking on a manic edge that lingers in the frosty air, leaving an unsettling resonance to your heated exchange.

An indeterminate amount of time slips away, lost in the relentless snowfall that shows no sign of relenting. Frustration building, you reach for your phone and decide to text Seokjin, realizing that this damn snow isn't planning on letting up anytime soon.

You [15.42]: Stuck in a snowstorm with fucking Park Jimin. I don’t know when we’ll arrive 🙄

Jin [15.48]: Just stay safe 😂

Fuck Seokjin! You’re convinced that he’s somewhere enjoying a good laugh at your misfortune.

A surge of realization hits you like a bolt of inspiration—there's a blanket tucked away in the backseat. Swiftly moving up, you make your way to the center console.

“What’re you doing?” Jimin questions, his curiosity evident in the quirk of his eyebrow as you navigate over the center console, leaving him bewildered by your sudden, mysterious movements.

“There's a blanket back here,” you announce triumphantly, finally laying hands on the sought-after comfort. With a satisfying plop into the seat, you tug the blanket snugly over your cold body, a gesture that transforms the atmosphere within the car from chilly discomfort to a brief oasis of warmth.

After a few contemplative minutes, Jimin breaks the silence with a question that hangs in the air, “Mind if I join you?”

Your mouth falls agape, and your eyes widen in astonishment at his unexpected question. Collecting yourself, you respond with a hint of sarcasm, “You weren't keen on sharing your jacket with me. What makes you think I'd be willing to share my blanket with you?” The tension between you and Jimin escalates with each word, hanging palpably in the cold air.

Without a pause for your response, he defies the silence, navigating over the center console with the same determined crawl you had exhibited moments before. The unspoken tension between you both amplifies, turning the confined space into an arena of silent rivalry.

Seated beside you, he makes a grab for the blanket cocooning your shivering form. Resolute, you refuse to surrender it, your hands engaging in a tug of war with him.

“Share, you brat,” he hisses with a mix of irritation and amusement, his determination evident in the forceful tug at the blanket. 

“No!” you hiss back defiantly, the word laced with a stubborn refusal as you hold your ground.

With a forceful yank, he wrenches the blanket from your grasp, and in the struggle, he ends up with it draped across his lap. The victorious outcome of the skirmish leaves a charged atmosphere between you and Jimin, the warmth of the blanket now a coveted prize in his possession.

A triumphant smirk plays on his lips as he envelops himself in the captured blanket. His eyes lock onto your moping expression before descending further, a mischievous gleam indicating that his victory goes beyond the simple conquest of the blanket. 

“I can totally see your nipples,” he chuckles. 

You glance down, and sure enough, your nipples stand out against the satin material of your dress. Swiftly, you react, pressing your hands over your breasts in a sudden move to conceal their visibility. 

“Why the fuck are you look at my tits?” you yell at him, your frustration audible, but he merely chuckles in response. 

“You must really be freezing, huh?” he observes, and you simply nod in agreement, a silent acknowledgment of the biting cold that permeates the confined space. 

“I can warm you up,” he suggests with a playful wink, both eyes and eyebrows conspiring in unison. The underlying implication of his words hangs in the air, and you instantly grasp the nature of his playful proposition.

“I'm not that desperate, Park,” you scoff with a hint of disgust, the rejection laced with a prideful undertone. In response, he simply chuckles, finding amusement in your candid dismissal.

Following his suggestive remark, an electric charge seems to surge through the atmosphere in the car. Your mind involuntarily races, envisioning the prospect of warming up next to him, his hands tracing every contour of your body,  his di—

Stop. You admonish yourself sternly, a mental command to cease the vivid thoughts involving him. He's your enemy, you remind yourself, emphasizing the intense dislike you harbor for Park Jimin. The internal conflict heightens, the struggle between attraction and animosity weaving a complex web within your mind.

His chuckle resonates beside you, a sound that grates on your nerves. Irritation mounts, and you sharply turn your head towards him, your annoyance evident in the flicker of your gaze. 

“Need help?” he inquires, his gaze suddenly deepening, the darkness in his eyes unveiling a subtle intensity that lingers in the air. 

“With what?” you spit back at him, the confusion evident in your tone. 

“You're grinding against the seat,” he bluntly points out, his gaze fixed on your crotch. You glance down, discovering your unconscious movement against the fabric of the seat. A sudden realization dawns, and an expletive slips from your lips. 

A wave of discomfort washes over you, an intense desire to squirm and disappear into the ground, engulfed by the embarrassment that now saturates the air. The profound sense of shame hangs heavy, making the moment so excruciatingly humiliating.

You inhale sharply, drawing in a breath that seems to shudder through you, and with a deliberate move, you roll your hips once more.

“No…” you murmur, the word escaping with a shaky uncertainty that even your own ears can detect. 

Jimin scoots closer to you, the warmth radiating from his body sending sparks that seem to dance through yours. 

He leans into you, his mouth dangerously close to your ear, and in a breathy whisper, he offers, “I can help you with that.”

His words alone send a jolt through your body, a sudden tightening that ignites a fiery sensation. Damn it. The internal conflict and desire entwine, creating a tumultuous storm within you in the presence of him. It's undeniable—your entire being yearns for the touch you never thought you'd crave. 

His warm hand finds its way to your thigh, and a low moan escapes your lips at the contact. Fuck. 

His hand ventures down to the hem of your dress, grabbing and pulling it back to expose more of your thighs. A shiver runs down your spine as the cold air embraces your newly exposed skin, and a hiss escapes your lips. However, the sensation is quickly replaced by a different kind of warmth as his hand cups your clothed core. A breathless expletive escapes your lips, leaving your mind in a blissful blank state.

Instantly, you feel the warmth of his hand intimately against you, and your head falls back against the seat involuntarily. A soft gasp escapes your lips as you respond to the touch, unable to resist rolling your hips into the sensation.

“You’re needy,” he breathes against your ear, the words carrying a provocative weight that reverberates through you. 

His warm breath sends a cascade of shivers down your spine, clouding your thoughts in a haze of desire. The desire for release intensifies, eclipsing any reservations you may have about seeking it from your mortal enemy. 

“Shut up and just touch me,” you utter in frustration, the words punctuated by the deliberate grind of your hips into his hand, a desperate quest for any kind of friction. You're acutely aware of the desperation seeping through your actions, but at this moment, you don’t give a fuck.

And touch you he does. His fingers begin to rub your clit over the fabric of your panties, and you don't hold back your moans.

Your hips gyrate, a rhythmic dance in pursuit of your impending orgasm. The sensation builds rapidly, a cascade of pleasure on the brink. The question lingers in your mind—why does your body respond so eagerly to his touch?

He tugs your panties to the side, his touch on your clit eliciting a gasp of pleasure from your lips. The warmth of his fingers against your skin amplifies the sensation, and you're already soaked.

“You're so wet already,” he chuckles against your ear, his lips teasingly grazing your skin. The desire to retaliate surges within you, but then, with a sudden and deliberate movement, one of his fingers enters your pussy, stealing your breath away.

He skillfully fingers you with one finger, the motion of his wrist simultaneously stroking against your clit, creating a sensation that's nothing short of delicious. The desire for more intensifies, an insatiable craving building within you.

“More,” you breathe, your voice escaping chapped and laden with a raw, lustful edge. 

Jimin adds one more digit, and you relish in the precision with which he finds your soft spot, hitting it perfectly.

“Are you gonna come on my fingers?” he whispers in your ear, the suggestive question sending an instant jolt through your body, a yearning for more. 

A throaty moan escapes your lips as you willingly spread your legs wider, granting him more space.

He deftly introduces a third finger into you, and you feel yourself losing control, swept away by the overwhelming pleasure. It's already so good—how is he so skilled with his fingers?

The way he skillfully uses his fingers inside you while simultaneously rubbing your clit with his wrist propels you relentlessly toward the precipice of climax. The knot in your stomach tightens, and you're on the verge of that intoxicating release.

“Jimin, fuck. I'm gonna come soon,” you pant, the urgency in your voice underscored by the rhythmic grind of your pussy against his hand. 

He accelerates the pace of his fingers inside you, bringing you to the brink, but just as your body teeters on the edge of release, he abruptly withdraws his fingers and hand altogether.

His fingers and hand vanish, leaving you hanging on the precipice of your orgasm. The abrupt absence intensifies the frustration and desire you feel surge through your body. Fuck!

Your legs tremble beneath you, and a frustrated hiss escapes your lips as you pant for breath.

“You didn't want to share the blanket,” he spews, a self-satisfied smirk playing on his lips as he revels in your evident frustration.

You're on the verge of tears, overwhelmed with anger. The desperate desire for release compounds the emotional turmoil within you. The audacity of him! The frustration boils over, cementing Jimin as nothing short of a fucking jerk in your mind.

“I'm not letting you come unless you beg for it,” he adds in a smug voice, a smirk playing on his lips as he purposefully puts some distance between you. 

You can't believe him. The brink of pleasure was within reach—just a few more rubs and you would have unraveled on his fingers. The yearning is palpable, a frustrating ache that intensifies with each passing moment. 

You growl at him, caught in a heated internal debate about whether to plead with him or not. 

Your pussy clenches around emptiness, a visceral reminder of your desperation.

“Please, Jimin. Please let me come,” you implore, locking eyes with him and turning your body toward him. The desperation in your gaze is palpable. Almost inadvertently, you press your chest closer, your stiff nipples drawing his gaze downward.

He licks his lips teasingly, a wicked glint in his eyes, before seizing your hips and drawing you irresistibly toward him. With a swift yet controlled motion, he manipulates your body, guiding you to lie on the seat. As you settle into the unexpected position, he chuckles at the genuine confusion etched across your face.

“Because you asked so nicely,” he murmurs, his voice dripping with sarcasm, and in a bold move, he shoves your dress up to your stomach. With swift precision, he snatches your panties, sliding them down your legs. “I'll give you what you want.”

He discards your panties with a deliberate flick, his focus unwavering as he plunges down to your throbbing pussy. There's no hesitation; he immediately delves into licking at your folds and clit with a hunger that matches your own. 

Your body instinctively arches off the length of the seat, a wave of pleasure coursing through you. It feels unbelievably good. In the heat of the moment, your hands find his hair, fingers gripping and pulling at the strands, eliciting a guttural groan from him. 

Your muscles tighten, and the echoes of the previous orgasm, forcefully ripped from you, return with an intensity that feels tenfold. Each breath is a furious pant as he continues to lap at your folds, the relentless pleasure building and intertwining with your gasps. 

Then, with a skillful touch, he adds a finger to your clit, rubbing it in tantalizing circles. Your senses heighten, and just as you succumb to the pleasure, he skillfully continues to ravish your entrance with his tongue. 

“Jimin!” you scream his name, a raw and unrestrained cry escaping your lips as you reach the peak of ecstasy on his tongue. Your body tightens, toes curling, and you involuntarily hitch your heels against his legs. In the throes of pleasure, your vision blurs, and you fight for air.

He chuckles, a throaty sound that reverberates in the aftermath of your high. Not giving you a moment to fully come down, he skillfully inserts two of his fingers inside you, drawing a hiss from your lips at the touch—your body rendered oversensitive.

He extends his fingers, proudly displaying them, glistening with your intimate juices. A wicked glint in his eyes, he issues a command, “Clean them.” 

You meet his gaze defiantly, a spark of challenge in your eyes, before obediently rising to carry out his command. Taking hold of his hand, you sensually draw his slick digits into your mouth, swirling your tongue around them like a provocative dance. Your eyes lock onto his, witnessing the raw desire in his gaze as you release his fingers with an audible ‘pop’.

“I hate you,” you declare, breathless, the words carrying a mixture of frustration and desire. His response is a low chuckle, his perceptive gaze catching the teasing glint in your eyes.

He leans back, a provocative smirk playing on his lips, and starts palming himself through his dress pants. Your eyes involuntarily follow the movement of his hands, and a jolt of desire courses through you as you realize he's already rock hard. The unmistakable bulge strains against his pants, a visual testament to the arousal simmering between you two. 

“I can help you with that,” you purr, a sultry promise lingering in your eyes, eager to reciprocate the pleasure.

He chuckles, a mischievous glint in his eyes, and smoothly turns his body to fully face you. With a teasing smirk, he unzips his pants, skillfully pulling down both his trousers and underwear enough to liberate his hardened dick.

His cock springs free, defiantly brushing against the bottom of his loosened tie, a sight that's undeniably tantalizing. Perfectly sculpted, it's veiny and slightly flushed at the tip, mirroring the allure of every inch of him. A surge of conflicting emotions overwhelms you – the hate, the desire, the acknowledgment of his undeniable appeal. You despise how effortlessly good-looking he is, from the tousled blonde locks to those lips you now crave to taste. 

However, your gaze returns to his dick, noting its average size but with a satisfying girth that catches your attention. A subtle hint of anticipation flickers in your eyes, and your tongue instinctively darts out to moisten your lips. 

“Then get to work,” he pants, a breathy command, as he sensually spreads his legs, creating an inviting space for you. 

You descend eagerly, ensuring your mouth is generously coated with saliva before you engulf him, starting with just the tip. 

He hisses the moment your lips meet his dick, his head instinctively colliding with the window behind him, an involuntary exclamation escaping, “Ah, fuck.”

You engulf more of him, your mouth descending entirely, and the sound of his primal moan reverberates in response. You add a sultry hum, a note of satisfaction coursing through you.

You initiate a slow, deliberate pace, skillfully sucking him off, and anything beyond your mouth's capacity, you sensually stroke with your hand. 

His hands seek out your hair, effortlessly capturing the neatly arranged high ponytail that he grasps with a possessive confidence. 

You revel in the subtle tension, accelerating your descent on him with a newfound urgency. Your tongue skillfully traces intricate patterns, dancing across his tip and the sensitive folds of his frenulum.

He moans in ecstasy as you withdraw with a satisfying ‘pop,’ only to treat the head of his throbbing dick like a tempting lollipop, your tongue swirling around it with deliberate sensuality.

As you glance up at him, he appears utterly lost in the moment. His eyes, once vibrant, are now dilated orbs of desire, his parted lips releasing audible breaths. The state of bliss enveloping him transforms his features into a breathtaking display of vulnerability and beauty.

You envelop him once more, relishing the subtle tremor that courses through him, a tangible response to the sensations you're skillfully orchestrating with your lips and tongue.

He yanks you away from him, his voice a raw whisper laden with desire, “I want to fuck you.”

You prop yourself up, captivated by the transformation before you. The usual arrogant Park Jimin is replaced by this vulnerable, needy version, and against your better judgment, a desperate craving for him builds inside you. You ache for him to consume you entirely.

A mischievous smirk plays on your lips as you echo his earlier taunts, “Beg for it,” you challenge, aware of the palpable tension between you, a shared desire pulsating in the charged air.

A low, throaty chuckle escapes him as his fingers glide through the tousled strands of his blonde hair, a mixture of frustration and amusement dancing in his eyes. “You’re really a fucking brat,” he hisses, a smirk playing on his lips.

He sits up, a subtle smirk playing on his lips as he sheds his open jacket, the confined warmth of the car now turning uncomfortably sweltering. You can't help but acknowledge the irony; at least you're not freezing anymore, which, after all, was the primary objective of this unexpected detour, wasn't it?

“Please let me fuck you,” his plea hangs in the air, a desperate echo of your own request, and you can't help but chuckle, slowly crawling closer to him.

“Turn around, let me straddle you. Leaning against the headrest will give us more space,” you suggest, and he shifts in an instant, his arousal evident in the casual sway of his dick with each movement.

Then you confidently straddle him, your hand instinctively reaching for his dick, guiding him to align perfectly with your eager entrance.

Before you lower yourself onto him, you sensually trail his dick through your wetness, relishing in the intimate friction. A moan escapes your lips as you then descend onto his lap in one smooth, sultry motion.

The exquisite stretch sends a shiver down your spine, and he effortlessly glides in, eliciting a breathless ‘Fuck!’ from your lips.

As your hands find their place on his shoulders for support, his eyes, now hooded, follow your every movement as you begin to ride him with a rhythm that echoes the passion pulsing between you.

You pant furiously, your breath hot against his face. The sensation of him inside you is nothing short of heavenly, an electrifying connection that feels as if every contour of him aligns perfectly with every curve of your pussy.

“Ah,” ecstasy courses through you with each fervent bounce on his throbbing length, a harmonious rhythm of pleasure escaping your lips in breathless gasps.

“You’re so tight,” his ragged breaths synchronize with the rhythmic clench of your walls, his hands anchoring to your hips, adding an electrifying intensity to each blissful plunge into your velvet warmth.

Between gasps, you manage to growl, “Fuck. I hate you,” only to be met with his deep, throaty chuckle as he continues the relentless rhythm of his thrusts, each one a tumultuous clash of conflicting desires.

Amidst heavy breaths, he accuses, “I know you're lying,” his words punctuated by the rhythmic tempo of his panting. Undeterred, he leans in for a searing kiss, his lips caressing yours with a softness akin to pillows. Your defenses crumble as you melt into his touch, tongues colliding in a fervent dance that defies the lingering tension.

“Why is it that you feel so damn good?” you gasp, interrupting the kiss only to plunge back into its intoxicating depths. Each moment spent in his embrace feels like a surrender to a passionate whirlwind. His every thrust reverberates through you, sending electrifying shivers down your spine, an exquisite dance of pleasure and desire that you find impossible to resist.

“Perhaps I should prolong your climax, just as you did to me?” you purr with a mischievous smirk playing on your lips, resurrecting the playful brat within you.

He chuckles, his hands leaving the curve of your hips to gracefully undo his tie at his neck. Your gaze fixates on him, observing each deliberate move as he frees himself from the constriction of the tie, all while you continue to ride him with an unabashed hunger.

“You really are a fucking brat,” he mutters, the corners of his lips quirking into a sly smile as he pulls off his tie. “Now, shut up,” he commands, silencing any potential retorts by expertly stuffing the tie into your open, protesting mouth.

You yield to the makeshift gag, sinking your teeth into the fabric, muffling the symphony of your own desperate moans.

A smirk plays on his lips as his hands reclaim your hips, commanding, “Now take it like the fucking brat that you are.”

His movements become a relentless rhythm, thrusting deep inside you. All you can do is cling to his shoulders, swept away by the force of his desire.

Ecstasy courses through you, and you can't help but moan into the fabric of his tie. It feels too damn good to contain.

His voice drips with satisfaction as he senses your walls tightening around him, and a smug grin plays on his lips. “You like that, huh?”

A guttural moan escapes your lips in response, the crescendo of pleasure building, and you sense the impending climax drawing near.

“Fuck yourself on my dick,” his command hangs in the air, thick with desire, as his hands abandon your hips, embarking on a journey down your back. With a swift motion, he unzips your dress, letting it cascade down your shoulders.

Your naked breasts dances to the rhythm of his powerful thrusts, an erotic ballet of passion and desire.

“Fuck. You’re not wearing a bra, just like I thought,” his eyes widen in delighted surprise, a devilish grin playing on his lips. His hands eagerly exploring the contours of your exposed tits.

His words hang in the air, sending a shiver down your spine. “Your tits are beautiful,” he murmurs, his fingers tracing delicate patterns around your stiffened nipples. Your body reacts instinctively, a primal moan escaping through the tie as desire courses through you.

Every grind and movement becomes a challenge as he expertly tweaks and pulls at your nipples, sending waves of pleasure and distraction through your body. You fight to maintain a rhythm, desperately trying to pleasure yourself on his dick amidst the electrifying sensations dancing across your chest.

As your walls clench around him, a whirlwind of sensations floods your body, signaling that the peak of pleasure is just a breath away. Every nerve is on edge, and the anticipation of an imminent climax tingles through you, a storm about to erupt.

As he skillfully massages your tits, he breathlessly teases, “You’re gonna come, aren’t you?” his words send shivers down your spine, intensifying the pleasure that's building within you.

With a fervent nod, you surrender to the sensations, your muffled moans echoing through the tie as pleasure courses through every inch of your being.

As he plunges into you, he urges you with a guttural command, “Cream my cock, brat.” The raw desire in his voice fuels the intensity of your connection, igniting a blaze of passion.

Overwhelmed by desire, his dick finding every exquisite spot within you, you unleash a guttural moan, your pleasure echoing into the fabric of the tie as you climax on his pulsating cock.

Jimin's fingers twist around your hardened nipples, sending electric shocks of ecstasy through your body. A guttural exclamation escapes your lips, muffled by the tie, as pleasure courses through every fiber of your being.

He pounds into you relentlessly, the rhythm building towards an intense climax. His hands firmly grip your hips, fingers digging into your flesh as he desperately seeks his own release.

He reaches the peak of ecstasy, his body shuddering with the force of his release as he spills into the warmth of your pussy.

Heaving for breath, the silence between you two speaks volumes, a shared understanding lingering in the air as you descend from the euphoric heights of your climaxes.

Collapsing onto his chest, you revel in the soothing aftermath, liberated from the restraint of his tie. As his body relaxes within you, the intimacy lingers, a tangible connection forged in the heat of passion.

His lips graze your neck with a gentle touch, igniting a cascade of thoughts about the significance behind this tender gesture.

As laughter fills the air, shattering the lingering tension, your attention shifts to the foggy windows and the oppressive heaviness in the car, making each breath a deliberate act.

As you hastily redress, Jimin slips into his jacket and steps out of the car, retrieving your coat from the trunk. With a gentle handoff, he passes it to you, and you quickly slip into its comforting warmth.

“Thank you,” your gratitude escapes in a hushed whisper, laden with a touch of bewilderment. The encounter, while undeniably electrifying, leaves you grappling with conflicting emotions. It's Park Jimin, your sworn adversary, and the intensity of the shared moment hangs between you, a paradox of pleasure and rivalry.

“You’re welcome,” his response carries a self-assured smirk, echoing the lingering traces of the shared intimacy. As he confidently returns to the driver's seat, you mirror his actions, settling into the passenger's seat, both enveloped in a charged silence that speaks volumes.

The snowfall has eased, no longer as relentless as before. A subtle nostalgia creeps in as you reflect on his desire to keep you warm. The gentle flakes now fall, leaving you yearning for the lingering warmth of his touch.

As he revs the engine to life, a gust of chilly air sweeps through the car, causing you to emit an involuntary grunt. His chuckle fills the cabin, accompanied by a smirk and a teasing wink. “I can warm you up anytime,”

You shoot him a moping gaze, wondering if he has a knack for deciphering your thoughts. Can he sense the magnetic pull, the unspoken attraction that mirrors your own inner turmoil?

You return his smile, a silent agreement resonating between you as he steers the car forward, setting the wheels and unspoken possibilities in motion.

Three hours fashionably late, you finally arrive at Seokjin's Christmas party. The distant hum of music greets you as you step out of the car, signaling that the celebration is already in full swing.

As you rap your knuckles against the door, you steal a glance at Jimin who's busy adjusting his attire. His fingers deftly tighten the knot of his tie, and his pants get a quick, inconspicuous tug into place.

As Seokjin swings the door open, a tantalizing waft of mouthwatering aromas envelops your senses, instantly sparking a smile on your face.

Seokjin's laughter echoes as he playfully accuses, “You fucked Jimin!” and your jaw drops in disbelief to the floor.

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This is just pure gold 🤌🏾💖 like every single thing was perfect and so god damn fluffy 🥺 also, mermaid ot7 🥺 I have so many feels and I'm so soft for this - I wish there was more (I did read the drabble and that was also so good). Now I want to see if I can find more mermaid au - because this was so wholesome and good 🥺🥰

beneath the water | park jimin

→ pairing: park jimin x reader

→ genre: mermaid!au/fantasy!au, an extra large order of fluff, comedy!!, jungkook being a brat as per usual, a touch of angst, and of course a sprinkling of nsfw

→ wordcount: 20.5k words holy moly 

→ note: this was originally one of my bullet-point fics but then it spiralled out of control and turned into this monster of a fic!!! i can still post the bullet-point version of this fic if y’all would like that but it’s just a lamer version of this big boy this is also my first time writing a proper fic like this so please take it easy on me as my heart is…,,, weak and extremely fragile,,,, please remember that this is a fantasy fic so if there are some parts where you’re like hM how Would that even woRk just suspend ur disbelief please don’t come for me aNYWAYS i hope you enjoy!! also how cute is jimin in the gif i attached above

→ you can listen to this audio of serendipity except it sounds like you’re underwater while you read i thought it was pretty fitting

→ special thank u to @taebumshi without you this fic would have been named look at all those mermanz 

His legs were sparkling.

You looked up from his face slowly and towards his legs, your head tilting in confusion when you were met with the sight of… well, it certainly wasn’t a pair of legs.

What the fuck?

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Surprise Visits ~ PJM

WORD COUNT: 2K

PAIRING: jimin x Fem!Reader

GENRE: fluffy, angst, fighting with a fluffy ending, cute soft jimin, idol reader

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - July 2023

⤜MASTERLIST

As soon as Jimin had seen it on his schedule that he was in the rehearsal studio before you, he knew that he had to come and see you earlier than he had planned to. It had been almost 8 days since the two of you had gotten to spend any time alone together and it would be a lie if he said he didn't miss you. It wasn't as though you were overly clingy with one another but you were young and very much in love the relationship wasn't even new to one another anymore, you'd been together for almost eight years and still going strong with every second. 

Everyone who knew you thought the honeymoon phase would be over sooner and none of them would have imagined your honeymoon phase would stay like this but just lately Jimin noticed things were strained between you both. Jimin kept putting it down to the fact that it was the release of your solo debut taking off and you'd been so busy preparing for it that you'd barely had time for yourself anymore. This was part of the reason he’d shown up today, at least this way the two of you could have at least five minutes together before you’d have to go on the stage but judging by the state of the practice room, you weren’t even here yet. 

There were interns running around and mumbling to one another, while some of your dancers were anxiously looking at the time and muttering your name to one another. There were fifteen minutes before you were due on the stage and it was beginning to stress out everyone inside of the room.

"Where's Yn?" Jimin asked one of the dancers as he walked into the room, the teen boy turned to look at Jimin before shrugging his shoulders, none of them had seen you that morning even though your rehearsal was supposed to have started hours ago and they worried you’d backed out of showing up altogether - though none of them was saying that thought out loud just yet.

"Noona hasn't shown up yet," He muttered before walking away from Jimin and going to make sure his costume was properly fitted before he had to get ready to be on stage. Jimin took the flowers he’d bought for you and put them on the table, it was your bouquet of all your favourite flowers with a small card attached. It wasn’t the only thing Jimin had bought with him today though, after you’d finished your show there was going to be a catering service to serve you and all your dancers.

"What?" Worry flooded Jimin as he frowned looking at his phone for any sign that you'd text him but there was nothing there, not even a good morning text now that he came to think about it. It wasn't like you not to text him in the morning and it was a little worrying now that he thought about it. Your routine was like clockwork by now, 5 am you would wake up, go to your gym and shower then following that you’d usually text or call Jimin to wish him a good morning - depending on whether or not he was awake that morning or not but either way there would ALWAYS be some kind of text or call to let him know you were awake. Had you managed to sleep in on one of the most important days of your career? It seemed impossible to Jimin, especially since you had about 6 alarms as well as an alarm that shook your entire bed so that you would wake up in the mornings.

"She's never normally late to practice." Someone grumbled from beside Jimin which did nothing to ease the uneasiness that was growing in the pit of his stomach. Searching through his contact information he clicked your name and lifted his phone to your ear but frowned as it went straight to your voicemail message,

“It’s Yn, I can't get to the phone right now but leave me a message and I will get back to you as soon as I can!” Your voicemail was the same as it always was and he sighed a little, quickly leaving a small message for you to call him back as soon as possible and he did his best not to sound worried about you. 

Once he was off the phone he shot you a text as well,

Jimin: 9:45 am: Hey, you doing okay? It’s okay to be nervous and if you need me, I’m right here. Xx

If there was even a chance that you wanted to run away from all of this then Jimin would be right there by your side, ready to take you wherever you needed to go. Even though he knew that debuting was your dream he also wanted to be there for you if you didn’t think you could go through with it, anything you needed Jimin was your man.

As the minutes ticked by there was only a minute until you were due on the stage and no messages had been answered, nor had you turned your phone back on since every call Jimin was trying to make to you was going right to your answering machine. Things were starting to look a little bleak and people inside of the room were starting to get more and more worried. 

“I’m so sorry!” You screamed as you walked into the room, your head thrown back in laughter as you walked into the room. Your eyes landed on all of your dancers as you realised just how worried they all seemed to be.

“We got stuck in traffic, there was an incident coming down the road.” You explained, your cheeks aching from how hard you’d been laughing for the last fifteen minutes. You’d been on your way to work that morning when a group of workmen dropped a large glass window in the road leaving glass in every which direction and you were stuck. There was no way your car was going to get through in time so you’d been forced to walk on the streets, luckily though you’d met up with Dae-Hyun - your dance partner for your song today. He would ride his bike to work but as soon as he saw you the two of you had started a nice walk together, and soon it had turned into a laughing fit as you talked about things. 

“You’ve got to go and get ready,” Your manager - Jinso - said not looking very impressed with just how late you’d shown up,

“I’m going, I promise. I’m so sorry.” She held her hand up to you, she didn’t want to hear apologises, all she wanted was for you ready and on that stage within the next two minutes. You smiled, quickly kissing her cheek before sprinting back of the room not even noticing your boyfriend who had been waiting for you to look at him - flowers in hand. Dae-Hyun was smirking to himself as he took his outfit from one of the managers inside the room, Jimin had always had a disliking toward him which had only grown since he became your dancer. The two of you were closer than close and Jimin had always tried to look at it as if the roles were reversed, you’d never gotten overly jealous or possessive when Jimin had a female partner and he was doing his utmost best to keep himself from going insane thinking about the two of you together.

But it didn’t feel good when he’d been texting and calling you all morning to find out where you were and you came strolling in with Dae-hyun, his arm around your waist as you both laughed among one another barely even noticing Jimin inside of the room.

“Let’s go, everyone!” Your manager screamed out, clapping her hands together as Jimin stared at Dae-Hyun, the two men making eye contact as Dae-Hyun turned his back on him going to rush and get ready for the stage. Jimin stared down at the flowers in his hands, suddenly feeling stupid for even coming here when you were too busy to care about anything else this morning and he would be lying if he said it didn’t hurt.

Once your performance was over and you’d given the last on-stage interview you headed back to your practice room covered in sweat and waiting to see Jimin. You’d known he was in the room after you and you were very much looking forward to celebrating with him but he was nowhere to be seen. Instead, there was a bouquet waiting for you.

To, my love,

Good luck with today! You’re going to knock it out of the park!

~Jimin

You bit down on your lip as you flipped the card over to see directions to the parking lot of the building you were in, without changing out of your stage outfit or showering you followed them hoping to find Jimin waiting for you there but once you were there. There was no sign of him, all of your dancers and even your manager were enjoying the food and coffee trucks he’d supplied for you, your photos plastered all over the banners.

“Noona, did you see? Jimin-Hyung did all of this for you,” JP- one of the younger dancers you had said to you, your heart sinking as you smiled weakly.

“Is he here?” You looked at the teenager who looked around before shaking his head,

“Haven’t seen him since before you went on stage. He came by to surprise you I think.” Your heart broke a little as you thought about Jimin waiting for you all morning while you’d strolled in late and not even noticed him standing there. God, he must hate you right now. Especially since you’d walked in with Dae-hyun of all people holding you around the waist. You knew Dae-hyun made Jimin feel uneasy and you hated that he’d had to bare witness to the two of you acting so friendly with one another even if there was never anything between the two of you.

“Enjoy the food, I’m going to go and find Jimin,” You told JP before walking back into the building to go and grab your things, calling a cab as quickly as you could to take you back to your place.

As soon as you were home you saw Jimin sitting in the living room waiting for you, some small banners were hung up inside of the space and you smiled a little at the sight, your heart warming a little as you thought of all the effort he went through for you.

“You didn’t have to do all of this,” You pointed at the signs and then to the small card and flowers that you were carrying in your hand, Jimin shrugged his shoulders. His mood had started to deteriorate ever since he’d seen you with Dae-hyun and he knew there was no reason to take it out on you but he couldn’t help it when it hurt as much as it did.

“No big deal,” He grumbled before you walked over to him, sitting beside him and cuddling into his side. Your head resting on his shoulder as you took his hand into yours, 

“I’m sorry I was late. I turned my phone on and I got all of your messages,” You looked at him as he looked at you, a weak smile forming on his lips as he did his best to get out of his mood.

“I watched the performance, I only left when you started your interviews,” He promised, kissing your cheek softly as he began to tell you what an amazing job you’d done on your debut stage. You’d been so nervous about the whole thing but after running late that morning you were too rushed around to even think about being nervous which was nice for a while.

“Did you get any food?” He questioned as he took your hand in his and drew small invisible patterns into your skin,

“No, wanna order our favourites?” You smirked already reaching for the menus that you kept under the coffee table for the two of you to browse through,

“I’d love to.” He chuckled taking his favourite from you and reading through even though he already knew what he was going to get.

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i'm not sure?! (m) | jjk/pjm/kth

title: i'm not sure?!  pairing: jungkook x jimin x taehyung x show producer!reader(f)  rating/genre: m(18+) ; fluff, smut ; the canon idol au summary: You're a producer working on a BTS travel show, called "Are You Sure?!" staring BTS members Jimin and Jungkook, with their fellow member guest star Taehyung. Everything is going well on set as filming for the night comes to an end, but when Jungkook and Jimin inform you that they caught you staring at their shirtless bodies, things quickly escalate between you guys by the poolside. warnings: fluff, language, pwp, threesome, foursome, tit play, nipple play, licking, some body boob worship, blowjobs, hand jobs, eating out, multiple orgasms, ass slapping, light mlm moment, cumming, oral sex (m and f receieving), biting, praise, they all have a big dicks but they're different!, tatted jk and jimin is a warning in itself, jungkook is a bit more rough, jimin is soft :(((, taehyung dom tease!, insinuation that this is not their first rodeo lmfao, kisses note: i am watching are you sure?! and i've thought many thoughts... i hope this one shot can be prescribed to you and heal whatever insane and nasty intrusive thoughts you guys have when watching. i am a simple woman, but these men only slightly older than me have me wrecked :"))) also s/o to @daegudrama for editing despite her busyness total word count: 6.6k drop date: August 29th, 2024 5pm pst ao3 link

A day of filming wrapped as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm, golden hue over the lush greenery of Jeju Island.

The final shot had captured the last rays of sunlight glinting off the shimmering pool, where Jimin and Jungkook had been playfully splashing each other and playing mermaids, their laughter echoing through the tranquil evening air. The crew began to pack up the equipment, the usual post-shoot chatter filling the space as everyone prepared to unwind after another successful day.

You, the producer, had been watching the monitors closely, ensuring every moment was captured perfectly for "Are You Sure?"—the travel reality show hosted by BTS members Jimin and Jungkook. You’ve seen how their chemistry was undeniable since filming started out in the US in July. Now, once again, their camaraderie was infectious as they explored the beauty of Jeju, Korea with their fellow bandmate and guest star Taehyung by their side. Each outing in Jeju had been a hit: indoor rock climbing, go-karting, savoring omakase as well as other Jeju delicacies, and now, the pool at the luxurious house accommodation, where they seemed to find endless ways to entertain themselves, and the audiences who would eventually be watching this.

However, throughout this filming project, you found your eyes constantly lingering. The cool blue water rippled gently as Jimin and Jungkook clambered out, their naked torsos glistening in the fading light. It wasn’t the first time you’d caught yourself staring a little too long, mesmerized by the sight of them so effortlessly carefree and touchy. There was something about the way they moved, their playful energy, that made it hard to look away.

You shake off the thought. Get it together, Y/N! You finally got a big gig producing a reality show for BTS in your mid-20s and you cannot be ruining it over your lust. You sigh. Maybe the lack of touch and a relationship is really getting to you, but that’s what happens when you value your career above other mundane things. You have to remind yourself that you have to continue staying professional to make it to the end of filming this.

What you don’t know is that your stares haven’t gone unnoticed, especially by the youngest of the trio, Jungkook.

As you begin to collect your things, your heart skips a beat when you hear a voice call out to you.

“Hey, PD-nim. Can you come join us by the pool for a bit before you go,” Jungkook says, his tone casual, but his smile inviting. “We wanted to talk about tomorrow’s shoot.”

Jimin nods in agreement, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he leans against the edge of the pool. “Yeah, we’ve got some ideas for tomorrow. Plus, it’s a nice night—no reason to rush off, right?”

You hesitate for a moment, your mind racing. The day has been long, and you can feel the exhaustion settling in. But the chance to spend a few more moments in their company, even if just to discuss the next day's itinerary, is too tempting to resist.

“Uh,” you turn to look around at the other staff, seemingly wondering if you should stay behind.

However, the ones who notice the interaction shrug, seemingly wanting to go back to their accommodation next door and eat dinner. Great.

“Sure, I can stick around for a bit.” trying to keep your voice steady as you walk over to where they’re waiting.

All the staff but you fully exit, closing the large doors that encase you in this space with these beautiful men. You sit on one of the comfortable seats by the pool, nervously hugging your knees as you watch Jimin and Jungkook swim toward you. You notice Taehyung is still inside the living room, lying on the floor as he scrolls on his phone. “Is he coming to join us?” You ask, wondering if there are any concerns for tomorrow, wouldn’t it be good to have him hear this information too?  

“He’ll join us later~” Jimin answers, his tone sounding like he’s up to something, but his adorable smirk makes you not question it.

“Ah, alright.”

A brief silence follows as you look to Jimin and Jungkook to start the conversation, but instead, they exchange a glance and giggle.

You’re confused, but you recognize this as typical behavior from them. “Is there something wrong?”

Jungkook’s giggling becomes softer before it cuts, “You know, we’ve noticed you staring at us too much throughout the trip in America and here.”

Holy shit! They noticed!

Panic sets in. Oh no no no. Is this it? They probably think you’re creepy.  What if they think you’re some sort of sasaeng fan who somehow got involved in the production of this show to stalk them? 

You’ll be labeled a pervert, potentially losing your job and getting blacklisted from the industry. All because you couldn’t keep your eyes off of their beautiful faces… and bodies. It’s not your fault! While you were a fan of BTS years ago, you gave that up once you entered the entertainment industry a few years ago and started out as a production assistant. You’ve occasionally seen them at music and end of the year shows you worked on, but you gently admired them from afar, prioritizing your work over anything else.

“I–” You struggle to find the words to defend yourself. “I’m so sorry!” You cover your face with your hands, your words muffled. “I-I didn’t mean to! Y-You’re… He’s…”

The professional and stoic exterior you’ve maintained begins to crumble now that you’ve been caught red-handed.

But despite your panic, Jimin and Jungkook find your reaction completely endearing.

“She’s reacting exactly as cute as you said!” Jimin laughs, splashing water at Jungkook, who swims toward the pool ladder to get out.

“I didn’t realize she’d be this flustered, though!” Jungkook says, a hint of concern in his voice. He climbs out of the pool and walks toward you, dripping water onto the deck. “PD-nim, don’t worry about it.”

You peek through your fingers, still mortified, as Jungkook approaches, looking as attractive as ever with his body glistening from light reflecting on the remnants of water falling down his body. His expression is soft, reassuring, and it only makes your heart race faster.

Jimin lets out a soft chuckle. “Hey, it’s okay. We’re just teasing you,” His voice is light and teasing as he floats lazily in the pool “We’re not uncomfortable. It’s kind of flattering, actually.”

Jungkook nods, his expression gentle yet probing. “Yup! You’ve been nothing but professional this whole time. We just noticed that… maybe there’s more beneath the surface.”

Jimin gracefully lifts himself out of the pool and takes the seat on your other side. His presence is both comforting and disarming. “It’s like there’s something you’re holding back,” he adds, his tone hiding something deeper. “Something you’re denying yourself.”

You exhale slowly, trying to steady your nerves. Internally, you’re awestruck. It’s like they read you like a book. The intensity of their gazes still makes your heart race. Before you can respond, Jungkook’s eyes drop to your chest, his smile turning playful again.

“You know,” he says, “I noticed the black bikini top peeking out from under your tank top earlier.”

Your breath catches as his fingers touch the straps that tie behind your neck. You’d planned to swim later, after filming, wearing the bikini under your tank top and maxi skirt. Seeing how much fun they were having, you’d wanted to join in. But now, with their attention focused on you, you feel exposed in a way you hadn’t anticipated.

Jimin leans in slightly, his voice dropping to a murmur. “Why don’t you take off your clothes so we can see it better? We’ll help you~”

Take off your clothes?! Your heart pounds in your chest, the suggestion hanging in the air between you. The teasing is taking a turn, and you’re not sure how to respond. Saying no might kill the mood, and who knows what they’d think—or say. But if you say yes… there’s no telling where this might lead.

You’re not sure. But after a moment’s hesitation, you nod, your voice barely above a whisper. “Okay…”

Jungkook gently takes hold of the hem of your tank top, his fingers brushing against your skin. His touch is both soft and deliberate, sending a shiver down your spine as he slowly lifts the fabric, his eyes never leaving yours.

Your breath catches in your throat as Jungkook pulls the tank top over your head, revealing the black bikini top beneath. Your cleavage and the roundness of your breasts are on full display, which makes them slightly more excited. The cool air hits your skin, making you acutely aware of how exposed you are. 

But the look in their eyes isn’t one of judgment—it’s something far more intense, more primal.

Jimin watches with a satisfied smile, his gaze flickering between you and Jungkook. “You don’t need to hide, okay?” he adds, his voice soft yet commanding. “We’re all just having a little fun, right?”

Jungkook’s hands linger on your waist, his thumbs brushing lightly against the skin just above the waistband of your maxi skirt. “This too,” he says, his voice almost a whisper as he hooks his fingers under the fabric.

You glance at Jimin, who nods encouragingly, his eyes dark with anticipation. There’s no turning back now, and a part of you doesn’t want to.

With a gentle tug, Jimin helps you slide the skirt down your hips, letting it pool around your feet. You stand up, stepping out of it. Now, your body is fully on display in the black bikini that suddenly feels far more revealing than it did before.

Jimin’s smile widens as his gaze travels over you, his hand coming to rest on your thigh. “Wow, you look even better than I imagined,” he murmurs, his voice sending a thrill through you.

“She’s really pretty,” Jungkook’s hands trail up your sides, his touch light but possessive. “Let’s go in the pool for a swim,” he says softly, his eyes locked onto yours.

You’re momentarily thrown off by the sudden change of scenario, blinking in surprise. The intensity of the moment shifts, and both Jimin and Jungkook burst into soft giggles at your reaction. Before you can say anything, Jungkook takes your hands and, with a mischievous grin, pulls you up from the lounge chair.

In one swift motion, he lifts you into his arms, the strength in his hold both reassuring and thrilling. “Hold on tight,” he says, winking at you before he leaps into the pool, bringing you along with him.

“Huh!? Wahh!!” The water rushes around you, cool and refreshing as you both plunge beneath the surface.

When you resurface, laughing and splashing, Jimin stands at the edge, watching with amusement. “Wait for me!” he calls out before executing a perfect cannonball right between you and Jungkook, sending a wave of water crashing over both of you.

The three of you laugh as the playful atmosphere takes over. The tension from earlier dissolves into something lighthearted and fun. In the pool, you play a variety of games: splashing water at each other, racing from one end to the other, seeing who can hold their breath the longest, and even attempting to dunk each other under the water.

You become more familiar with them and vice versa.

Jimin and Jungkook take turns lifting you up and tossing you into the deeper end, your laughter echoing in the night. At one point, Jungkook even suggests a round of “chicken fight,” where Jimin hoists you onto his shoulders while Jungkook does the same with an imaginary opponent, both of you trying to push each other off into the water.

As the night progresses, the games become more relaxed, the three of you floating side by side, your bodies gently swaying with the ripples of the water. 

Maybe this is all that’s going to happen. Maybe you were overthinking any other scenario. They were just teasing you because you were staring at them throughout the filming. You guys are gonna call it a night, right?

Right–

“Y/N, can I touch your breasts.”

The sudden question jolts you out of your thoughts, and you quickly stand up in the pool, water cascading off your skin. Jungkook is closer now, his gaze fixed on you with a seriousness that wasn’t there before. His eyes are darker, a smoldering intensity taking over the playful spark you’re used to.

You swallow hard, caught completely off guard. “Is there… a reason?” you manage to ask, your voice coming out shakier than you’d like. You are on the bigger side than most girls here, so it’s not entirely surprising that your chest caught his eye.

Jungkook steps even closer, his presence almost overwhelming. “I’m just curious,” he says softly, his voice low and almost hypnotic. “I want to see how they feel.”

Your heart races, every nerve in your body tingling as the situation escalates far beyond anything you’d imagined. You can’t believe this is happening, and yet, there’s something in the way he looks at you that makes it impossible to say no.

“Uh… sure,” you respond, barely above a whisper, your cheeks burning with a mixture of embarrassment and anticipation.

Jungkook’s hand moves slowly, deliberately, under the cup of your bikini top. His touch is tentative at first, as if he’s savoring the moment, but then his fingers press more firmly against your skin, exploring the softness with a deliberate curiosity. Your breath catches in your throat as you feel his thumb brush against your nipple, sending a jolt of electricity through your body. 

The sensation is heightened by the sight of his tattooed right arm, the intricate patterns of his sleeve adding a dark contrast to his skin. The ink swirls and curves with every movement, the bold lines almost mesmerizing as his hand continues its exploration.

You bite your lip, trying to stifle the sound that threatens to escape, but you can’t help the way your body reacts to his touch. The water feels warmer now, the atmosphere is charged with sexual tension. Luckily the cameras outside are now off, but you still can’t let the staff in the building next door hear anything going on. 

Jimin, who had been floating nearby, quietly watching, now moves closer as well, his eyes glinting with something unreadable. “Jungkook,” he says softly, his voice a gentle reminder that he’s there too, “Don’t hog all the fun.”

Jungkook pulls back slightly, his hand still lingering on your skin as he glances at Jimin with a playful smile. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

Jimin leans closer, his gaze intent and voice soft. “I’m going to touch you too, is that okay?”

You nod, anticipation and nervousness swirling within you.

Jimin’s hand moves under the bikini cup to grasp your left breast, his touch gentle yet confident as he begins to explore. His fingers graze and play with your nipple, causing a shiver to run through your body. His thumb and forefingers move in careful back and forth motions. Tenderly tweaking them, carefully observing the way your face reacts to his every touch. He appears as if he is under a trance, and looks at you with such a need in his eyes.

The sensation is heightened by Jungkook, who leans in closer, his breath warm against your skin. 

“I’m gonna remove your top so I can suck on them a bit,” He says shyly, pausing for a moment to untie your bikini straps from the back of your neck and remove your bikini top, before lowering his head and softly pressing his lips to your nipple, his tongue darting out to tease. 

His hands push your breasts together as his tongue caresses the inner curves of your tits, swirling his tongue across them. Your hands are on his shoulders as he continues, licking every inch of your chest, nuzzling his face between them and leaving kisses along the path. His tongue flicks your right nipple and your breathing hitches in your throat. Despite the water in the way, you can feel yourself becoming wet from below.

Jimin watches, clearly intrigued, and soon follows suit, his mouth finding the other breast. He rubs his mouth along it, giving it a couple of kisses then wrapping his lips around it. Suctioning and taking in the tit with such hungry delight. 

You feel like you have whiplash, as you cry out from the warmth of their mouths on your skin, your back arches off of the wall of the pool. You want to touch them, reach for them, feel the silkiness of his hair in your grasp. 

But Jimin doesn’t let up, taking his time licking slowly around your areola until your nipple perks up, hard and stiff. He flicks it with the tip of his tongue, and with the sudden cold from the night air, it feels all too much. 

Jungkook looks up at you through his wet hair, through black lashes as he widens his mouth over your breast, his teeth bared, scraping the fat of your breast without ever breaking the skin. You cry out in a cluster of pleasure, maybe pain, as your senses are confused about all of the sensations at once.

Despite the feelings of them against you, their actions are synchronized and perfectly in tune with each other.

The pool’s gentle ripples and breeze seem to fade into the background as the focus narrows to the intimate touch of the two men. Their movements are tender and explorative, a blend of curiosity and desire that leaves you breathless and overwhelmed.

Your mind is fighting for dear life to stay sane and not lose to your animalistic urges,

“Let’s get out of the pool,” Jungkook commands, his voice firm yet enticing. “I want you to sit back on that daybed couch, baby.”

The shift in how he’s addressing you in the past 45 minutes is striking—both intimate and commanding. You nod, your body responding almost instinctively to his command as you all exit the pool. The three of you walk over to the poolside daybed, water dripping off your bodies, cooling in the night.

You sink into the plush cushions, the soft fabric cool against your heated skin. The daybed is large, designed for lounging, but right now, it feels like the center of something much more intense. Jungkook and Jimin kneel on either side of you, their knees pressing into the mattress as they lean over you, their wet bodies glistening under the soft pool lights.

You look at both of them, a daring thought forming in your mind. “I want to… lick at your chests too,” you say, your voice trembling slightly with a mix of eagerness, shyness and uncertainty.

The thought of exploring the contrasting textures of their skin, the difference in their nipples under your tongue, is almost overwhelming. You wonder how each will react, the mere anticipation making your breath catch.

Jimin’s eyes light up with a mischievous glint. “Go ahead,” he murmurs, his voice a blend of encouragement and desire. “We’re here for you.”

Jungkook watches intently, his gaze dark with expectation. “We’re all yours,” he says softly, his tone dripping with promise.

You reach out tentatively, your fingers brushing against their chests to feel the firmness of their muscles under your touch. The warmth of their skin sends a shiver down your spine as you explore the contours of their bodies. Your hands glide over Jungkook's chest first, pausing to tease his nipples with your fingertips gently. His breath hitches, a low hum of approval escaping his lips as he watches you with darkened eyes.

Encouraged by his reaction, you lean in closer, your mouth hovering just above his skin. You start with a soft kiss on his chest before taking one of his small chocolate nipples into your mouth, your tongue swirling around it in a slow, deliberate motion. Jungkook’s hand instinctively reaches up to cradle the back of your head, his fingers tangling in your hair as he lets out a quiet groan of pleasure. His chest rises and falls more rapidly, his breathing growing heavier as you continue to tease him, alternating between gentle licks and firmer sucks.

The sound of his pleasure fuels your desire, making you want to elicit even more reactions from him. But as you pull back slightly, your gaze shifts to Jimin, who has been watching with equal intensity. His eyes are filled with anticipation, his lips slightly parted as if he’s already imagining what it will feel like when it’s his turn.

You move towards Jimin, your fingers tracing the outline of his chest as you did with Jungkook. His skin feels different—softer, yet still firm beneath your touch. Just below his right breast, he has a delicate script tattoo, the word "Nevermind" inked in elegant, flowing letters. You've always found it sexy, this handwritten tattoo adds a personal touch to his perfectly sculpted body.

His nipples are also differently shaped, bigger, and a bit lighter in color. You can feel the slight tremble in his body as you gently roll his nipple between your fingers before leaning in to taste him. Your mouth closes over his nipple, your tongue flicking against it in a teasing rhythm that draws a sharp inhale from him. His hand rests lightly on your shoulder, his grip tightening slightly as you continue to explore him with your mouth.

Jimin’s reactions are more subtle, yet no less intense. His soft moans mix with Jungkook’s heavier breathing, creating a symphony of sounds that only heighten your own arousal. The way their bodies respond to your touch, the contrast in their reactions, drives you to explore further, to discover just how much pleasure you can bring them.

You pull back slightly, glancing toward the large doors that separate the pool area from the rest of the accommodation. A flicker of concern crosses your mind, and you bite your lip before whispering, “You two need to stay quiet. We don’t want anyone overhearing us.”

Any slight mistake and you will lose your job, remember?

Jimin and Jungkook exchange a glance, their playful expressions tinged with a shared understanding. They nod, their eyes never leaving yours as they silently agree to your request. But just as you start to relax, your actions come to a stop when you feel them guiding your hands downwards, placing them on their lower bodies.

Your breath catches as your fingers wrap around their growing hardness, the heat and firmness of their cocks hidden under their swim trunks pressing against your palms. Jimin lets out a shaky exhale, leaning in close enough that you can feel his breath against your ear. “I’ve wanted to feel you so bad for months now,” he confesses, his voice low and thick with desire.

Jungkook, not to be outdone, adds in a hushed tone, his eyes glinting with a dark sparkle, “Me too. You don’t know how much you’ve been driving us crazy.”

Their words send a thrill through you, intensifying the moment. You didn’t realize you were having this effect on them. You look at them both, their shared longing evident in their eyes. Slowly, you pull their members out from their swim trunks, your heart racing as you position yourself between them, sinking to your knees on the cushioned daybed.

Oh fuck…

The size difference even extends to their dicks. Jungkook’s is much longer, with veins prominent on its sides. Jimin’s is shorter, but the girth is insane. You can’t help but imagine how they’d feel inside your pussy. No, you can’t get ahead of yourself Y/N. Not yet at least…

With a mixture of boldness and anticipation, you lean down, your lips parting as you begin to lick at their members, starting with soft, tentative strokes of your tongue. The sensation of their heated skin against your tongue is intoxicating, their quiet groans spurring you on. You alternate between them, your tongue tracing the veins along their lengths, savoring the contrast in texture and taste.

Jimin’s breath hitches as you swirl your tongue around the tip of his member, the salty taste mingling with the slickness of your saliva. His fingers suddenly tighten in your hair, but he remains obediently quiet, the tension in his body evident as he struggles to hold back his angelic voice.

You shift to Jungkook, taking him into your mouth with a slow, deliberate sucking. His quiet sounds of pleasure are like music to your ears, the low hums of approval vibrating. His hands rest on your shoulders, his grip firm but not forceful, guiding you as you take him deeper, feeling the way his body responds to every movement of your tongue.

At the same time, your hand reaches out to Jimin, wrapping around his throbbing length. You start stroking him with a steady rhythm, making sure to keep him engaged, the sensation of your fingers gliding over his slick skin keeping his arousal high. Jimin’s breath hitches, his eyes half-lidded with desire as he watches you.

The two of them try their best to stay quiet, but the occasional gasp, lust-filled phrases or whispered name of yours slips out, betraying their growing need. 

“You’re so good at this PD nim…”

“Y/N, you’re so fucking fine…”

“Such a good girl, Y/N…”

“Fuck, right there…”

The thrill of their restraint only heightens your own arousal, driving you to explore them further, your lips and tongue working in tandem to bring them closer to the edge.

While working your mouth over Jungkook, you feel Jimin’s hand sliding up your body, his fingers brushing against your wet skin before cupping your breast. His thumb grazes over your nipple, teasing it to a hardened peak, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through you. The dual feeling—Jimin’s touch on your breast and Jungkook’s heat filling your mouth—intensifies the moment, driving you to pleasure them both with renewed focus.

The tension in the atmosphere thickens, all your quiet breaths turning into ragged gasps. You can feel the subtle changes in their bodies, the way their muscles tighten, and the way their grips on you grow firmer. The anticipation builds, and you know they’re close, teetering on the edge of release.

Jimin is the first to break the silence, his voice low and filled with need. “Y/N… can I come on your chest?” His eyes are dark with lust, the words almost a plea.

Jungkook isn’t far behind, his voice breathless and shaky as he adds, “And I–I want to come in your mouth. Is that okay?”

The heat in their words sends a shiver down your spine. You pause, looking up at them, their faces flushed with desire. 

“Y-Yes that’s fine with me,” You nod, your consent clear in your eyes and the slight smile that tugs at your lips.

With their requests granted, you resume your ministrations with renewed intensity. Your hands work in tandem, stroking their members with a firm, steady rhythm while your tongue flicks and teases them both. The taste of them lingers on your tongue, salty and intoxicating, driving you to push them further, to bring them to the edge of ecstasy.

Their breaths quicken, and you can tell they’re both struggling to hold back, to savor the moment as long as possible. But the pleasure is overwhelming, and soon their restraint begins to falter.

Jungkook’s voice is the first to crack, a desperate whisper as he warns you, “I’m close… so close…”

Jimin removes his hand from your hair. Instead, Jungkook’s hand, adorned with intricate tattoos and the bold "ARMY" inked across his knuckles, slides from your shoulder to your hair this time. The grip is firm and possessive, his fingers weaving into your strands with a fierce, almost primal hold. The veins beneath his tattooed skin pulsate as he uses his arm to guide you closer, pushing himself deeper into you with each powerful thrust. His tattooed bicep flexes with every movement, demonstrating his strength and control, while the rhythmic thrusts become more urgent.

Jimin's breath hitches as soft, erotic moans escape his lips, each sound laced with urgency to let go. His voice quivers, with a strained yet sensual whisper, “Me too… I’m going to come…” The words tumble out in a series of ragged breaths

With one last, deliberate stroke of your hand and a final suck, you push them both over the edge.

“F-Fuck!” Jimin lets out a guttural groan as he releases, his hot seed spilling onto your breasts, painting your skin with his pleasure. The warmth of it spreads across your breasts, the sensation almost surreal as you continue to stroke him, milking out every last drop.

At the same time, Jungkook’s hips buck slightly as he comes, the hot, salty taste of his release flooding your mouth. You swallow him down eagerly, your tongue swirling around him to milk him of every last bit. The taste of him lingers, warm and slightly bitter, but satisfying in a way that leaves you wanting more.

The sounds they make—those broken moans, the gasps of pleasure—echo in your ears, a symphony of gratification. Their bodies tremble with the aftershocks of their orgasms, their hands gentle but insistent as they guide you through the final moments of their release.

When they’ve finally come down from the high, their breathing ragged but steadying, they look down at you with a mix of awe and satisfaction. The sight of you, your chest slick with Jimin’s release and your lips still wet from Jungkook seems to stir something deeper in them—a shared sense of intimacy that goes beyond mere physical pleasure. Your fingers move instinctively, collecting Jimin’s release and bringing it to your lips, savoring the taste as you clean yourself, erasing the evidence of what just transpired. The sensation is both surreal and thrilling, the intimacy of the moment lingering in the air.

Jungkook's voice breaks through the haze, his tone a mix of innocence and desire. “PD-nim, can we do more with you?” His eyes sparkle with the same enthusiasm you’ve seen during filming, making it nearly impossible to deny him.

“H-Huh!? Oh…” you stammer, caught off guard. That look in his eyes—it’s almost impossible to resist. But a small voice in the back of your mind reminds you that you should be heading back before the other staff starts wondering where you are.

“C’mon, we’ll be quick!” Jimin adds, his voice smooth and coaxing, making it even harder to stick to your resolve. “We can eat you out, or we can penetr—”

Before he can finish, another voice cuts through the tension, startling you. “Oh… so that’s what you guys were doing?”

You turn your head sharply to see Taehyung standing there, now wearing swim trunks, with a smirk playing on his lips. Your heart races, the sudden realization hitting you like a wave. “Oh my God, I forgot about Taehyung…” you gasp, instinctively trying to cover yourself, though it’s far too late for modesty.

“Hey, I thought you were going to head to bed?” Jimin narrows his eyes at the slightly younger man. He must’ve been watching you all this entire time, he thinks.

He chuckles, an amused glint in his eyes as he takes in the scene. “I thought you guys were still playing in the pool or something… but I’m not surprised things ended up this way. You two are always up to shit like this.” He rolls his eyes and shakes his head, clearly unimpressed yet intrigued.

“Huh?” you manage to squeak out, your mind reeling. Always up to shit like this? What’s that supposed to mean–

Taehyung’s smirk deepens, and he steps closer. “Anyways, I’m bored. Let me join in too,” he says casually with a boxy smile, as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. “I won’t disappoint heh~” 

He winks. HE WINKS! 

The three members of the BTS maknae line look at you deviously, waiting to pounce on you at your command.

“I don’t think we should be–”

“Are you sure?” Jimin and Jungkook say in unison.

“I… “ The title of the show is going to come back to haunt you.

“I’m not sure…?” You can’t find yourself to say no, having already gone to the deep end.

You will be closer to getting fired if you get caught at this rate, but to hell with it, “Okay, fine!” 

And immediately, they’re all over your body, reigniting the hidden flame in your heart that reminds you how much you loved them as a fan years before. You won’t survive this.

“Come over here,” Taehyung murmurs, his voice deep and commanding as he settles against the pillows of the daybed. He props himself up, making sure he’s comfortable, then motions for you to crawl in front of him.

Your heart races as you move into position, with Jungkook and Jimin on each side of you, their eyes dark with lust. The daybed is deep enough that you’re perfectly nestled between them.

As you get closer to Taehyung, you feel his hands sliding up your thighs, tugging lightly at the waistband of your bikini bottoms. You gasp softly, a thrill running through you as he pulls them down slowly, exposing your wetness. The sensation sends a shiver through you, heightening your anticipation and eagerness to get this over with. You lift your hips slightly to help him slide them off completely, leaving you fully exposed.

Taehyung’s eyes darken as he takes in the sight of you, his tongue flicking out to wet his lips. “So beautiful,” he murmurs, his voice husky with desire.

He props himself up with the pillows behind his head, his hands settling on your hips as he guides you closer. “Sit on my face,” he tells you, his tone leaving no room for hesitation.

Your breath catches at the bold command, but the heat in his eyes, the way his hands grip your hips, sends a rush of excitement through you. You move to straddle him, your heart pounding as you position yourself over his face. Jungkook and Jimin remain close, their hands brushing over your body, adding to the growing heat between you all.

As you lower yourself onto his waiting mouth, the first touch of his tongue against your most sensitive spot sends a shockwave of pleasure through your entire body. 

“A-Ah~ T-Taehyung…” You gasp, your fingers gripping the daybed as Taehyung’s tongue begins to work its magic, teasing and tasting you with skillful precision.

Taehyung’s tongue explores you, from your clit to your entrance. His mouth working in a rhythm that leaves you breathless, and your body trembling with the intensity of it all.

Jimin and Jungkook are on either side of you, their hands moving to your breasts, where they each take a breast in their grasp. Their mouths soon follow, lips closing over your nipples as they begin to suck and tease you with their tongues once more. The dual sensation of Taehyung’s mouth on you and the boys’ attention on your breasts sends your mind reeling, pleasure coursing through you to unleash an orgasm. But you need to be patient and let it continue consuming you.

Jungkook’s hand slides down, tugging off Taehyung’s trunks with a practiced ease before wrapping his fingers around Taehyung’s impressive length. The sight makes your eyes widen, but you aren’t entirely surprised by their actions—after all, you’ve seen how touchy BTS are with one another. Even filming earlier in the day and even back in the States. But this? Seeing them work together to push you to the brink of pleasure only makes you even hornier.

And Taehyung’s dick… it’s massive, much bigger than the other two. The way his tan skin contrasts with the thick, veined shaft is mesmerizing, almost too much to take in. You can’t help but imagine what it would feel like inside you, making you ache with the anticipation of trying it next time.

Jimin, not to be outdone, reaches over to stroke Jungkook, his touch slow and deliberate, making sure to keep him just as aroused. His free hand slips down to touch himself, fingers wrapping around his own length as he matches the pace. The sensation of their hands moving in tandem, coupled with the attention they’re lavishing on you, makes your body tremble with need.

You ride Taehyung’s face, grinding down against his mouth as his tongue works magic on you, drawing out every ounce of pleasure he can. Your hands clutch the edges of the daybed for support, your breath coming in ragged gasps as you lose yourself in the sensations they’re giving you. Since you’re facing outwards, Taehyung’s hands slide down to grab your ass, squeezing the soft flesh as he pulls you even closer, deepening the connection between his mouth and your most sensitive spot. His grip is firm and possessive, his fingers digging into your skin as he devours you with renewed intensity. He gives it a slap, which makes you cringe before you go back to indulging in the pleasure.

The feeling of the two men’s mouths on your breasts, Taehyung’s tongue inside you, and the sight of their hands pleasuring each other is almost too much to bear. The pleasure builds to an unbearable peak, your body quivering with the need to release.

Jimin and Jungkook suck harder on your nipples, their teeth grazing them just enough to send jolts of pleasure straight to your core. Taehyung’s tongue flicks and swirls with expert precision, driving you closer and closer to the edge.

And then, finally, it all becomes too much. The pleasure explodes within you, sending you spiraling into an intense orgasm that leaves you gasping for breath. Your body tenses, your thighs clenching around Taehyung’s head as you ride out the waves of ecstasy, the sensation amplified by the boys’ continued ministrations.

As the last tremors of your orgasm fade, you collapse forward slightly, your body spent and trembling. Taehyung gently guides you off him, his lips slick with your arousal, and you fall onto the daybed, your chest heaving as you try to catch your breath. Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook quickly follow, their own bodies shuddering as they reach their peaks, their releases mingling, landing onto each others bodies or the fabric beneath them.

Now the three of you lay there, breathless and spent, with limbs piled on top of each other. The air is thick with the scent of sex and satisfaction, however a yearning for more still remains. The outdoor area is quiet, save for the sound of your heavy breathing, as you all come down from the high of your shared pleasure.

Jungkook leans in close, his voice low and filled with unfulfilled desire. “I’m so eager to fuck you, but I’ll wait until tomorrow after the itinerary is done,” he murmurs, his eyes smoldering with lust as he looks down at you.

Jimin, still tenderly stroking your skin, adds with a soft smile, “We don’t want you getting into trouble, PD-nim. We’ll be patient.”

You manage a weak smile, your mind swirling with the aftershocks of what just happened. “How have the staff not conveniently come in to check on us?” you wonder aloud, your voice shaky with exhaustion and disbelief.

The three of them exchange a glance, a shared understanding passing between them. 

Don’t say that the staff are aware that they’re doing this…!? Taehyung’s words from earlier were already… odd, but you decide not to think too hard on it right now. You need to head back anyway, so let’s keep this drama-free, you think to yourself. Wouldn’t be the first time you hear about idols doing these things.

They begin to clean you up, wiping away the evidence of your intense encounter.  They’re gentle, their touches soothing as they take care of you, ensuring that you’re comfortable before helping you to your feet to get dressed.

They walk you to the door, each of them pressing a lingering kiss to your lips before they see you out, their eyes filled with satisfaction. You step out, your mind reeling from the events that just transpired.

“Oh my god…” you say to yourself in a whisper.

As you walk away from the daybed, you can’t help but wonder how you ended up in this situation—tangled up with the three members of BTS in a way you never could have imagined. The memory of their hands, their mouths, their words lingers with you, a heady reminder of the connection you’ve just shared. And though you know the risks, the dangers of what you’ve done, you can’t bring yourself to regret a single moment.

With a deep breath, you start heading back to your accommodation, telling yourself you still have more days of this show’s filming to go. And more chance encounters with them as well.

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The End????

A/N: HAPPY SURPRISE ONE SHOT DROP! OKAY. ALSO I HAD PLANNED TO BLUE BALL YOU GUYS AND NOT GIVE YOU A TAE SCENE BUT RAE SAID I SHOULD WRITE IT SO I DID! I've seen all y'all thirsting over are you sure?! and honestly, the maknae line really FED US SO WELL WITH THIS SHOW. also never in my life did i think there would be no censoring of their bodies, but thank you god for allowing us to indulge in their beauty and cute antics lmao. if you somehow survived this and made it to the end, thank you for reading and please let me know what you think or like bc i was going THROUGH IT writing this 🥴 if it wasn’t good, i am so sorry for wasting your time. 😭

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I finally got to read this very lovely fanfic! 💜 It’s part of @namfinessed ‘fools!universe’ and I have to say that they are definitely foolish with their approach to love (but who isn’t when they’re in love? 🤷). I think it is both cute and heartwarming, with their foolishness and stubbornness towards each other. I loved how the fic becomes full circle with the description of love by both Jimin and reader and then again at the end - really, really beautiful! 😍

I really loved this, it was well written, their friendship and love really shined through too! If you haven’t read this one yet, you really should 💜

Please go and give it some love! It deserves a lot more notes than it has 😭

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It also felt angsty, especially in the middle and there were times when I wanted to yell at reader or Jimin to just say what’s on their mind instead of hiding their feelings, haha. But I do think that they both handled their feelings like most people would, and that would be to run away and not say anything 🙃 it was nice to read their thoughts, it’s mainly readers, but there’s some of Jimin’s too, to give insight to their actions - very well done 👏 I really liked that!

Also the pacing and how their feelings developed (although Jimin had a head start at that), but then reading how reader felt more, got jealous, withdrawn - really strong emotions and it was heartbreaking to read that, because of their strong friendship prior. But gosh I really adore that ending – really beautifully written! And I really love this part:

“and looking at jimin’s face, he looks like love, jimin feels like love too, jimin feels like something you want to fall in deeper for. it’s like jimin is love itself.”

Just beautiful 😭

I just wanted to add, Namjoon was also such a nice and lovely side character, and I like that he pushed reader to go after Jimin in the Library – but then he just left and I was heartbroken 😭 Although I 100% understand both of their feelings and actions, it almost made me cry 🥲

It was just a really great and pleasant read, a good rollercoaster of emotions too! Thank you so much for writing it – I loved it 💜

paper hearts - p.jm.

genre: fluff, college au! f2l (9k)

summary: hearts fragile like paper, tear it or don’t? (fools!universe)

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jimin.

your first friend in college.

in a sea of unfamiliar faces, jimin’s face stood out like you were meant to see him, like you were supposed to feel your heart stop in place with how his smile made you feel when you introduced yourself or how he hold onto that smile while shaking your hand as slowly as he could just to tease you, and it didn’t take long for him to occupy a part of your heart.

well, at least as your best friend.

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The Watcher

This was a collaborative work with @dazed--xx Warnings: Kidnapping, stalking, blood, one punching at the end, cursing I think, obsessive fan behavior Summary: In which a fan it a bit too invested in their previous relationship Word Count: 2.7K Pairing: Park Jimin X reader

A loud bang echoes, a bright fluorescent light flashes over the room. Waking up to four familiar walls was supposed to be comforting, however when the four walls were identical to the ones she left a year ago in tears, her mind started stirring in panic. 

Hearing a groan next to her, she snapped her head to the side, wincing slightly at the pounding radiating through her skull. Her hands trail against the soft velvety satin sheets. A heat radiating beside her, she turns her head only to be greeted by the familiar silhouette of a man she once thought she’d be greeted with forever. Her eyes widened at the sight of one, Park Jimin, seated beside her; a loud gasp rips through her chest as she throws her body off of the bed in complete shock. His eyes darted open at the loud ‘THUD’ that rang through the room, and for a second he could have sworn he felt the world shake. He stares at her panicking figure, words on the tip of his tongue. Before he could even react, she was up on her feet and rushing to the door in a panic, tugging repeatedly trying to open it. “W-where are we?” She questions Jimin, sitting in the foreign bed looking around the dark room as he shakes his head in response. Silence sinks over the pair. 

“What are we doing here?” Jimin’s voice broke through the room softly, as if he was tentatively approaching a wild animal. “I don’t know.” She gasped out, kicking the door in frustration, “Okay this was a really funny prank, now” She gestures to the locked door “ let me out.” She demanded the man who recoiled a bit at the intensity behind her voice. Crossing her arms over her chest, stomping her foot in frustration. 

“Me? I didn’t do this.” He refuted, getting up from the bed to have a try at the door, twisting the handle it turns as he pulls on it roughly but it remains in place, panic flows through him as he rapidly tugged on the door. Finally budging after 3 hard distressed pulls, only to reveal grey cinder blocks stacked neatly in place of a doorframe. “What the fuck?” He muttered, both sharing a look before rushing to the window to try and open it only to see the same predicament as they pulled back the long bright violet curtains. Her breathing grew heavy, her chest heaved as she palmed the wall; almost cuddling up to it.

“Is there a phone?” Her voice was shaky as she breathed out the question, and as much as he wanted to comfort her, he needed to go through all of the options first to make sure panicking was worth it. Scouring the room, tossing the clothes that he thought he had donated after the breakup out of the closet looking for any way to contact someone, “Fuck!” He screamed, tossing his hands up to his hair as he realized there was absolutely nothing that could be of any use.

“What is going on?!” She cried, anxiety peaking as she took in the covered windows and door. She placed her hands over her head, tugging at the strands that sat upon her scalp. “I don’t know… This isn’t the apartment, there's no way anyone would get away with bordering this place up like that.” Jimin thought aloud running his fingers over the distinct indents he remembered from the years in the apartment.

“It has to be!” She exclaims “Everything! It’s the same though, every scratch, dent, even down to the clothes we had.” She argued, pointing out each thing as she spoke about it. She glanced around only to spot a blinking red light in the spine of a book, a book they had never touched when they were together. She moved towards it cautiously as Jimin watched her ready to tug her away if it were to explode. “I think it’s a camera,” She observed, her fingers traced over the binding before grabbing the book and opening it. A small motherboard with many wires connecting to a miniature camera sat in the hollowed out book.

“So someone abducted us and is watching our every move, in a room we haven’t been inside of in years. That’s just great.” Jimin rolled his eyes, watching as she checked on the camera. “The transmitter won’t reach far, whoever is watching us is close. We just have to figure out what they want.” She explained, before beginning to explain the type of camera and how it works, Jimin watched on with an unreadable expression. He could almost feel the nostalgia creeping up on him. “You still work for that tech company?” Jimin wondered, tilting his head to the side as he watched his ex get into work mode.

“No, I actually quit not long after the-after we—after everything happened” She shrugged, moving the camera to where it's facing away, figuring it’ll probably piss the person off enough for them to reveal themself. “Why? you loved working there?” He wondered, looking at his ex in confusion.

“I really don’t think this is the time for that conversation.” 

“I think it’s the only thing we can do, we’re obviously trapped, trying to get out is just going to piss them off, so until they reveal what they want with us we really can’t do anything.” He grinned victoriously gesturing to the stoned door and windows. She huffed in frustration a glare seated on her features. “I couldn’t afford to live in the same area.” She said, tinkering with the trinkets on the dresser, all of the gifts he had given her throughout their relationship lined up neatly, she had donated all of them so what were they doing here?

“Why not stay at the apartment, I still own it, you know I’d never kick you out.” He asked softly, tilting his head to the side slightly; a worried gesture that she came to find patronizing. “I was not staying in the place where everything went to shit.” She huffed, as she rolled her eyes. A chill passes through her as she quickly moves across the room to the abandoned clothing, rummaging through the discarded pile to find a jacket. 

When suddenly the wall lit up, a projection being shown, their faces filling the screen. Pictures from when they first met on set of a music video, then moving to their first date, then to various dates following that until finally it ended with a photo of Jimin proposing and her saying yes, then things got a little weird. Their relationship became more private after their engagement so nobody should have pictures of it, let alone pictures from their shared living space. Pictures of their faces as they screamed and threw things, then to the day of their breakup, Jimin had a female in the house, seemingly going over paperwork, the pictures building a sequence all with timestamps as well, the female had set her papers down and Jimin didn’t even bother looking up until his face was grabbed and a kiss planted on his lips, he placed his hands on her hips trying to pull her off but the timing was awful because next thing that happened was his fiancé walked in carrying Jimin’s favorite takeout for dinner, the food tumbling to the ground as she looked on in shock in the next. 

Both of them watched the sequence painfully as they recalled that day, however what followed definitely did not happen in their memories, next showcased them making up, more photos following, all photoshopped to perfection, they would’ve believed the story if they hadn’t presented maternity photos, both gasping in shock as they looked on. 

Next thing they knew, they heard a small dainty whine, it was faint it sounded almost as if a baby was crying. A gasp rips through both of their chests. Eyes widening in panic as they frantically sifted through the room as terror struck them, a baby was here? How’d this sicko get a baby? Jimin’s ear perks up as he makes his way toward the small familiar ottoman they’d once used for storage. The cries grow louder and louder with every step, soon they are piercing as he rips open the ottoman; a small dainty face stared back at him, tears streaming down the little one's face. Their lips quivering as their little fist punched the air and legs kicked wildly about.

“I found them!” Jimin cheered as he encased the baby in his arms, bringing them over to his ex slowly. Soft coos whispered in the infant's ear as to not startle the child as he lifted it out of confinement. Bouncing slightly as he took soft careful steps, making sure to hold firmly but not too tight.  They looked back to the projection and saw a birth certificate, it was a baby boy. It showed pictures of them in the hospital with the baby, even though they knew it wasn’t them. 

“Hey baby, nobody is ever going to hurt you again my darling.” The woman cooed, holding the baby now as Jimin watched the projection go black, he was scared,  but also a bit relieved that they had shown the pictures.

It took a few hours before they were able to soothe the baby to sleep, food having started appearing in the back of the closet so there must’ve been a door or a chute in there. She placed the baby down, moving to the closet to take a look. There was a baby on the line now, she wasn’t going to risk their safety.  Sadly all she found was a slot near the floor just big enough for maybe a leg to slip through but that is all. “Come let’s get some sleep, maybe it will refresh our brains.” Jimin offered as he joined her in the closet.

“I don’t want to sleep, I want to get out of here.” 

“I understand, I do too, but frustrating yourself isn’t going to do anything. Take a nap until you can think clearly, okay?” 

“She really pushed herself on you that day, you weren’t lying.” She said quietly, as she leaned her head on his shoulder after he lowered himself onto the floor next to her.

“Yep.”

“A-And I lashed out for nothing?”

“Never for nothing, I hadn’t been around as much and it’s understandable you had some doubts. I said a lot of things I shouldn’t have that night, My anger got the best of me when you didn’t believe me.” He sighed, his tone is soft and laced with guilt.

“I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry too, for being clueless.” He gives her an apologetic smile that she returns.

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A chime rings through the air penetrating the deafening silence, had it been a few minutes? hours? Their eyes meet, both pairs widening at the unexpected noise. Making their way over to where they believed the chime had come from slow hesitant steps as their hands intertwined; one of her arms being used to grab the sleeping infant gently, his brunette locks curling ever so slightly as he dreamed. 

Another chime, ringing louder as they approached the door; the once red light that they had both disregarded when they had awoken was now green, Jimin slowly reached out and tugged the handle making it open, no more cement blocks. They tentatively walked out down the familiar hallway; the deep mahogany banister that encased the stairway, she can remember the petty argument because she wanted walnut and Jimin wanted mahogany. In the end her concession definitely brought out the vibrance in the eggshell walls. 

They took gentle hesitant steps as they descended the stairs, her arms grasping the baby for dear life as they made it to the first floor, and rushed to  the front door only to find it locked from the outside. Windows decorated as a matching set to the one that sat upstairs in the copycat bedroom. 

Their eyes drifted around the room, it sure looked like their apartment, well not sort of. It was an exact replica of it, everything in the same place as it was the day it had all ended. Even the blanket Jimin had bought for her but ended up sleeping with every night anyway was sprawled across the back of the couch where he slung it every morning before making breakfast.

“These people watched us for years.” She noted as she took in the familiar chips and dips in the paint of the living room from the days they got too excited while playing games with Jimin’s friends. “What are we going to do?” He asked scared, terrified that their intimate and vulnerable moments were seen by someone else.

“We’re going to get out of here. I don’t know how, but we will.” She said determination was firm in her tone. Jimin stared at his lost love, his regrets and mistakes laid out in front of them. His heart races as he stares around the room. “Do you ever think about what could have been?” He questions gesturing to the infant in her arms. She shrugs “why dwell on things that hurt too much?” She avoids his gaze as she gently rocks the baby in her arms making slow bouncing motions to keep the poor child quiet. How could she tell him that this is all she ever dreamed of? She shakes her head in frustration at the thought. But then her eyes drift to the infant, she imagines it to actually be her and Jimin's baby. She imagined he had the chubbiest, most adorable cheeks. What would have happened if she had listened to Jimin? Would they be this happy family or would have something—someone else has still destroyed what they’d built?  

Jimin stared at her from across the room, his chest heaving as he watched her lose herself in doubt. “We’ll get out of here” he reassures taking long strides beside her as the infant begins to stir in her arms. A loud wail from the boy has Jimin enveloping him in his arms, small shushes are whispered from Jimin's mouth as he cradled the baby. Her eyes trail around the room, her fingers tracing over the past memories. Her heart races as she notices the blinking red light behind the mirror that sat over the vanity, anger ignites in her stomach like the burning embers of hell. The sick fuck was watching everything, determination fills her heart. They had to get out of here. They need to get this baby to his parents. Her eyebrows scrunch together as she slams her hands on the vanity, glaring directly at the faint red blinking light. “We will get out of here” She growls to the camera she knows is there, hoping praying whoever was on the other side can hear her. “I don’t know who you are or what you want but I promise you this won’t end well for you” venom laced in her tone, her chest heaving rapidly. A glare seated in her eyes, anger growing stronger and stronger the more the cameras light blinks. Her hand reaches for the seam of her shirt, taking a few strong tugs the shirt gives way ripping half of the cloth. She wraps the fabric around her hand, her eyes never leaving the camera. “Shows over freak” she snaps, she balls her hand up into a fist. Jimin jumps in his place on the couch at the sound of shattering glass; his eyes widening as a river of crimson flows down her hand. He watches in horror clutching the infant tightly to his chest as he watches her reach behind the shattered mirror ripping what looks like a camera similar to the one from the book in the bedroom from the hole.

 A sinister smirk sits on her lips as she tosses the object on the ground harshly, her foot coming down against it like a hammer as the once perfectly constructed camera becomes nothing but wires and scraps. Their eyes meet, chests heaving from the adrenaline. Unspoken words hung in the air, their hands shaking. She felt guilty as she observed the fear in Jimin's eyes, she opened her mouth to say something—anything. “J-Jimin'' She stutters as a loud chime ring through the air.