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Today I want you to take a moment and be grateful if you have friends who fucking understand what burnout is and donât get mad and lash out at you for not wanting to go out.
#the place in question is a bar (outdoors) aka no air conditioning#and today we reached 38Âș folks#they do barbecues (which I donât like) therefore thereâs smoke everywhere leaving you smelling like freaking ashes#so yeah sorry for being âtiredâ babe#also sharing this here bc I am a people pleaser and saying no is so so exhausting and I didnât cry but my neck did get all red so#i guess I need to let it all out somewhere#can this year just be over already pls pls pretty pls#i need a hug#preferably from park jimin#thank you
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Gooooddd I really wish I felt like the vast majority of the fandom feel after this episode
#like I wanna be excited abt the way jk apparently looked at jm sleeping!!! I wanna see it!!!!#I wanna believe theyâre together so bad!!!! stupid brain let me be at peace and donât question shit!!!!#overall it was just cute and funny and FUN but also kinda meh#not BAD!!! I just preferred the cozy more chilled out vibe of the first two ep#also I really really want to like tae#but Iâm afraid itâs going to be phoebe from friends all over again#and donât come @ me saying itâs bc of recent things i literally have watched all of their 2013 content and Iâm at April 2014#and heâs still not my cup of tea#bts#jeon jungkook#ays#are you sure#park jimin
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Could you do a morning wood verison for the maknae line
Morning Wood (maknae line)
âParing: BTS!MaknaeLine x GN!Reader
âGenre: reactions/headcannons, smut
âWarnings: male anatomy, unspecified reader gender, bodily fluids, depictions of sex
âWord count: 0.8k
âSummary: the maknae line reacting to waking up with morning wood
âA/N: thank you so much for requesting anon!! I probably wouldnât have gotten around to writing this if it wasnât for your request so I appreciate it <33 (also I didnât feel like making little banners for each member forgive me)
Park Jimin
This man has absolutely no shame
If he has a boner and the chance to take care of it, he WILL do it
He feels smug knowing youâre laying right next to him as he touches himself through his clothes
We all know heâs quite vocal so he wonât hesitate to moan if he feels good
The moment you wake up your eyes land on him, sprawled out on the bed, cock in hand as he plays with his nipples
Your mouth waters at the sight, he gives you a lazy grin and asks if you want to fuck (ofc you do)
Too lazy to get into a proper position heâll just pull whatever clothes are in the way to the side
Heâll do his best to hover over you, but he just ends up sort of laying on you while he humps into your hole like thereâs no tomorrow
He pushes your shirt up so he can mark along your stomach and tease your nipples
You canât tell who is more horny out of the two of you at this point
You buck your hips up into his and meet his thrusts, both of you trying to reach your orgasm desperately
Places his elbows next to your head so he can lean on them while caging you in
He slows down and starts thrusting as deeply as possible, pressing into your g-spot with every sloppy movement of his hips
Kissing along your neck he nibbles on your jawline, making sure to moan in your ear for good measure
He draws out both of your orgasms with the most painfully slow movement
When you do cum though, he makes sure itâs hard
He toys with all of your most sensitive spots while fucking his load into you, it leaves you shaking and blissful
Kim Taehyung
Heâs so polite and well manner he just couldnât do anything that could make you uncomfortable
He wakes you up gently and asks if you can help him with the sweetest look in his eyes
Without hesitation you lift your hips off of the bed so you can pull off your underwear and pajama pants in one motion, spreading your legs and giving him an inviting look
He scrambled to get between your legs, his hands shaking in excitement as he places them onto your knees
You leisurely begin to play with yourself, looking him in the eye while your fingers glide over your most sensitive spots
He pulls out his dick, immediately starting to pump himself
Pushing your hand away he replaces it with his own, beginning to jerk the two of you off at the same time
As the morning sun casts warm rays onto his face, you sigh in delight
When he feels as though he canât wait any longer to be inside of you, he spits down onto his cock to wet it and begins prodding at your entrance
He glides in with one swift motion, his dick fitting inside of you perfectly
He stays at a steady pace the whole time, preferring to draw out your orgasms slowly
Even though it takes a while to cum this way, it makes the moment more about feeling each others warmth and love than just cranial desire
When you do cum though, it spreads through you in waves, taking over your whole body till youâre clenching and squirming
He loves seeing you get like this, just staring down at your pretty face as you cum on his cock
Jeon Jungkook
His brain is so fuzzy from sleep and being horny he doesnât even process searching for your body through the sheets
He just grabs onto you and starts humping
No thought process or decision behind it, just pure instinct
They donât just call him a bunny because of his appearance wink wink
And who are you to deny the poor boy an orgasm?
You mad been awake when he started humping you, so you helped him by holding his hips and guiding him
Once he wakes up and realizes what heâs doing he gets really flustered
Hiding in the crook of your next and mumbling apologies as he places soft pecks onto your skin
You just shush him and continue making him get off with your body
This certainly isnât the first time you make him cum in his pants nor the last
#bts fanfic#bts x reader#bts x gender neutral reader#bts smut#bts x y/n#bts x you#bts maknae line x reader#jungkook x reader#taehyung x reader#jimin x reader
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Stuck in a Snowstorm (m) | pjm
You donât know how you ended up here. Stuck with your mortal enemy, Park Jimin, in you car â in a fucking snowstorm.
â Pairing: Jimin x female reader â AU + genres: enemies to lovers, pwp (very little plot â let me be honest, itâs just pure smut). Humor/crack, smut. â Rating: Mature/explicit/R18 - this is mature/explicit content, so minors, please do not interact. â Word count: 6,1k â Warnings (general) + triggers: Jimin is just a mean jerk and reader is a brat đ Lots of banter, crack and anger towards each other. â 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 đ â Authorâs note: This is actually a story that I planned to write all the way back in 2017 â better late than never, right? đ 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 shouldnât be taken too seriously, itâs just smut with minimal plot and donât question the characters bad actions or some minor plot holes đ (Also, I did not proofread this, just because). Also, merry Christmas / happy holidays â this is my gift to you wonderful people out there đAND are you guys looking forward to Jiminâs âCloser than Thisâ tomorrow???? đ
If you prefer to read on AO3 you can read it here đ
[s.masterlist] â this is part of a mini series âThe Winter Collectionâ, but it can be read as a stand alone (as can all the installments in the series).
âI canât believe thisâŠâ 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.
âI can,â 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, âYou're a terrible driver.â
âAm not!â 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.
âLet me drive; Iâm a better driver than you anyway.â Jimin declares with casual confidence, his tone carrying an air of nonchalance.
âFuck off, Jimin!â 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.
âFine!â 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, âYou fucking drive then.â
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.
âIf you crash my car, Iâll kill you.â 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.
âRelax, Iâm not gonna crash your precious car,â 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 â 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.
âWhatâs so funny?â Jimin spits, the tension reverberating unmistakably in his voice, each word a note in the symphony of strained emotions.
âYour driving,â you start to chuckle, the amusement laced with a hint of mischief.
âYou're not exactly outclassing my skills,â you declare, sinking into the seat with a self-assured smirk, relishing the satisfaction of your own driving prowess.
âYouâre a fucking brat, you know that?â 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.
âI canât see fucking shit!â 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. âWhat are you doing? We've got Seokjin's Christmas party in less than an hour!â The frustration in your voice reverberates, a ticking clock amplifying the stakes of the impending deadline.
âItâs not safe to drive in this freaking snowstorm!â 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.
âI just want to get there already. I'd rather not be stuck with you,â 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.
âLike I'd willingly be stuck with your sour attitude,â he retorts, his gaze sweeping you from head to toe for some inscrutable reason. âI don't even like you,â 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 airâan 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 sanityâwhy 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.
âCold?â he chuckles, the sound carrying an edge of amusement that only amplifies the chill sinking into your bones.
You nod your head.
âWell, Iâm not giving you my jacket,â 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!
âCan't even manage a simple act of kindness,â you mutter with disdain, the words escaping in a sharp hiss, a low and almost grumbling tone, accompanied by a dismissive eye roll.
âWhat's that?â he asks, a smirk playing on his lips, relishing the snug warmth of his jacket while you shiver in the cold.Â
âFuck you, Park!â 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 donât know when weâll arrive đ
Jin [15.48]: Just stay safe đ
Fuck Seokjin! Youâre convinced that heâs somewhere enjoying a good laugh at your misfortune.
A surge of realization hits you like a bolt of inspirationâthere's a blanket tucked away in the backseat. Swiftly moving up, you make your way to the center console.
âWhatâre you doing?â 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.
âThere's a blanket back here,â 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, âMind if I join you?â
Your mouth falls agape, and your eyes widen in astonishment at his unexpected question. Collecting yourself, you respond with a hint of sarcasm, âYou weren't keen on sharing your jacket with me. What makes you think I'd be willing to share my blanket with you?â 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.
âShare, you brat,â he hisses with a mix of irritation and amusement, his determination evident in the forceful tug at the blanket.Â
âNo!â 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.Â
âI can totally see your nipples,â he chuckles.Â
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.Â
âWhy the fuck are you look at my tits?â you yell at him, your frustration audible, but he merely chuckles in response.Â
âYou must really be freezing, huh?â he observes, and you simply nod in agreement, a silent acknowledgment of the biting cold that permeates the confined space.Â
âI can warm you up,â 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.
âI'm not that desperate, Park,â 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 diâ
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.Â
âNeed help?â he inquires, his gaze suddenly deepening, the darkness in his eyes unveiling a subtle intensity that lingers in the air.Â
âWith what?â you spit back at him, the confusion evident in your tone.Â
âYou're grinding against the seat,â 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.Â
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.
âNoâŠâ you murmur, the word escaping with a shaky uncertainty that even your own ears can detect.Â
Jimin scoots closer to you, the warmth radiating from his body sending sparks that seem to dance through yours.Â
He leans into you, his mouth dangerously close to your ear, and in a breathy whisper, he offers, âI can help you with that.â
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 undeniableâyour entire being yearns for the touch you never thought you'd crave.Â
His warm hand finds its way to your thigh, and a low moan escapes your lips at the contact. Fuck.Â
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.
âYouâre needy,â he breathes against your ear, the words carrying a provocative weight that reverberates through you.Â
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.Â
âShut up and just touch me,â 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 donât 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 mindâwhy 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.
âYou're so wet already,â 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.
âMore,â you breathe, your voice escaping chapped and laden with a raw, lustful edge.Â
Jimin adds one more digit, and you relish in the precision with which he finds your soft spot, hitting it perfectly.
âAre you gonna come on my fingers?â he whispers in your ear, the suggestive question sending an instant jolt through your body, a yearning for more.Â
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 goodâhow 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.
âJimin, fuck. I'm gonna come soon,â you pant, the urgency in your voice underscored by the rhythmic grind of your pussy against his hand.Â
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.
âYou didn't want to share the blanket,â 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.
âI'm not letting you come unless you beg for it,â he adds in a smug voice, a smirk playing on his lips as he purposefully puts some distance between you.Â
You can't believe him. The brink of pleasure was within reachâjust 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.Â
You growl at him, caught in a heated internal debate about whether to plead with him or not.Â
Your pussy clenches around emptiness, a visceral reminder of your desperation.
âPlease, Jimin. Please let me come,â 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.
âBecause you asked so nicely,â 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. âI'll give you what you want.â
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.Â
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.Â
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.Â
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.Â
âJimin!â 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 touchâyour 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, âClean them.âÂ
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 âpopâ.
âI hate you,â 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.Â
âI can help you with that,â 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 â 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.Â
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.Â
âThen get to work,â he pants, a breathy command, as he sensually spreads his legs, creating an inviting space for you.Â
You descend eagerly, ensuring your mouth is generously coated with saliva before you engulf him, starting with just the tip.Â
He hisses the moment your lips meet his dick, his head instinctively colliding with the window behind him, an involuntary exclamation escaping, âAh, fuck.â
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.Â
His hands seek out your hair, effortlessly capturing the neatly arranged high ponytail that he grasps with a possessive confidence.Â
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 âpop,â 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, âI want to fuck you.â
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, âBeg for it,â 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. âYouâre really a fucking brat,â 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?
âPlease let me fuck you,â 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.
âTurn around, let me straddle you. Leaning against the headrest will give us more space,â 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 âFuck!â 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.
âAh,â ecstasy courses through you with each fervent bounce on his throbbing length, a harmonious rhythm of pleasure escaping your lips in breathless gasps.
âYouâre so tight,â 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, âFuck. I hate you,â 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, âI know you're lying,â 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.
âWhy is it that you feel so damn good?â 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.
âPerhaps I should prolong your climax, just as you did to me?â 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.
âYou really are a fucking brat,â he mutters, the corners of his lips quirking into a sly smile as he pulls off his tie. âNow, shut up,â 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, âNow take it like the fucking brat that you are.â
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. âYou like that, huh?â
A guttural moan escapes your lips in response, the crescendo of pleasure building, and you sense the impending climax drawing near.
âFuck yourself on my dick,â 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.
âFuck. Youâre not wearing a bra, just like I thought,â 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. âYour tits are beautiful,â 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, âYouâre gonna come, arenât you?â 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, âCream my cock, brat.â 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.
âThank you,â 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.
âYouâre welcome,â 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. âI can warm you up anytime,â
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, âYou fucked Jimin!â and your jaw drops in disbelief to the floor.
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Hiiiii Moniiiiii!!!! :) How are you?
I say a few request the other day and i would like to ask for one if its ok so may I please request a JiminxReader where they are co-workers, maybe a frienemies to lovers? and could you please highlight the fact reader has a mole somewhere special (shoulder, tigh, upper lip idk) that Jimin takes liking and loves kissing? thank youuuu xx
LOOK AT ME!!!! I'm FILLING A REQUEST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I DID SOME WRITING!!! LOOK, MA, NO HANDS!
Pairing: Jimin x reader (afab)
Genre: co-workers to lovers, slight enemies to friends to lovers
Summary: You were certain, when Jimin started at your company, that you were going to hate him. You had been wrong. Equally sure you were now that you were just friends. Just friends...
Word count: 5.1k
Content: oral (f. receiving), protected sex, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, one very bad stupid joke because i couldn't not, they're both drunk/sobering up; pretend this is actually set somewhere and that place is probably in the UK (hence Jimin Park not Park Jimin)
This Meeting Should've Been an Email
JP: this meeting shouldâve been an emailÂ
YN: it should have been an email between the two of themÂ
YN: i donât even know what weâre doing hereÂ
JP: i'm online shoppingÂ
YN: đÂ
YN: maybe i'll do the sameÂ
YN: spend all the money they donât pay meÂ
JP: atta girl!Â
You were trying to keep your face neutral, pretending you were listening to the discussion at hand, paying attention so that, if they directed a question to you, youâd be able to answer. Working from home was preferable to working in the office in a thousand different ways, but you did hate sitting on camera in a meeting that didnât require you. Acting had never been your strong suit. You bit your lip, then rolled both into your mouth to stop yourself smiling. Â
JP: what do you think of this?Â
Jimin sent a link to a shirt so expensive, your mouth gaped without permission. Black and sheer, blousy with fewer buttons than sleeves. It was certainly something, but you werenât sure it qualified as clothingânot for that price.Â
âOh, Iâve just seen your faceâis there something wrong?â your manager asked and you started.Â
âNo, not at all! Sorry!âÂ
You had no lie or excuse to give, so you hoped he wouldnât probe. He didnât.Â
YN: why would you spend so much money on so little fabric?Â
JP: itâs fucking beautiful, thatâs whyÂ
YN: more beautiful than rent?Â
YN: or food?Â
JP: yesÂ
*Â
You drummed your fingers on the desk, willing yourself to do some work, to at least look like you were doing some work.Â
You had got into the office early, as you liked to do, so had secured your favoured desk, in the back corner, where you could surf the internet (decidedly not working) as much as you liked without anyone able to see your screen. Â
You had all the right programs open: databases, emails, teams, spreadsheets, and checklists. You just couldnât bring yourself to do anything with them. Â
Jimin had told you, first thing this morning, that he wasnât going to come in today. You didnât see the point of being there without him. Who would you go on unnecessary walks with, just to get out of working for ten minutes? Who would convince you that walking the further distance to the good coffee shop was definitely worth it, as were the pastries they sold that the closer one didnât? Who would distract you for 75% of the day, if not Jimin?Â
No one. Â
You told yourself to do one task and then you could have a break. You turned back to your monitors and scanned your to-do list. You needed something quick and easy. Then an email came through from your manager. The subject alone made your stomach drop: Team changes!! The second exclamation mark wasnât right at all.Â
âHi all,Â
Iâve got some good news and bad news.Â
Bad news: Jimin is leaving us!Â
Good news: heâs got a great new position as a manager just down the road!Â
Weâll have to have some discussions around resourcing in Ops and Iâll of course feed that back to you and weâll arrange how weâll cover Jiminâs tasks in the interim. I know heâll have a lot to train you guys on before his last day, but weâre such a great team, I know weâll manage! Itâll be a great loss, for sure, and weâll all be sad to see him go, but I hope you can be happy for him, too. Â
See you in the meeting at 2.Â
HughâÂ
Anger simmered in your gut before you could be sad. The passive aggression of âI know heâll have a lot to train you guys onâ and the fact that Jimin hadnât told you. That you knew it would be months before anyone was hired in Jiminâs place and that you would be expected to pick up all the slack, for no credit and no extra pay. That he hadnât told you.Â
YN: youâre LEAVING?!?!?!!???!!?!?!?!Â
JP: yep!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Â
YN: cannot believe you made me find out from HUGHÂ
JP: đđđÂ
YN: youâre not allowed to leave me hereÂ
JP: you should quit too!!!!Â
You left that one on read and decided to knuckle down to work. You had a lot to do, you decided, and it couldnât be put off any longer.Â
You felt weirder than you had expected to. Unsettled for the rest of the day. Not really able to focus, but your mind wasnât busyâthere was nothing in it. You couldnât fill it with numbers or comms or monitoring. Couldnât fill it with office gossip (there wasnât any). You took yourself on a walk, for fresh air, hoping the breeze would blow away the cobwebs, but that didnât work either. Â
* * *Â
âHi, Jimin!â Chloe called from across the office when Jimin entered, only in his second week of work.Â
âHi!â he called back, walking away from your bank of desks and towards the ones at the other end of the room.Â
You rolled your eyes. Pretty boys were the popular ones. Go figure. You had known he would ingratiate himself with that little group the moment you had met: there was something almost simpering about the way he behaved when introduced around the office. As if it was some sort of one-man parade in which he was the star. Arrogant, you decided. Arrogant with no reason to be.Â
He had a dance background (even less relevant than your history degree) so it wasnât as if he had any experience in this field. It was his first office job since graduating; he had graduated at the same time as you and had spent a year working in retail before landing this job. So he didnât even necessarily have technical or communication skills. He just had a pretty face. And a dancerâs body.Â
You couldnât work out how he became everybodyâs best friend within five minutes. Even less when you started hearing people calling across the office for him to help with this problem and that. Â
âJimin, can you show me how to do a purchase order again?âÂ
âJimin, what supplier did you use for your banner?âÂ
âJimin-âÂ
âJimin-âÂ
âJimin!âÂ
You knew you knew just as much as he did, if not more. Youâd been here longer. You just werenât as... all that. Didnât have the sparkle or the smirk. Fine, you werenât glamorous but this job wasnât supposed to be about style. You got the work done and you did it without fanfare because you werenât desperate for attention and praise.Â
Unlike some people. Â
*Â
âGuess who got the promotion,â you said on the phone to your best friend.Â
âOh my god, is it you?! Did you get it?!?!?!?!!?âÂ
âNope.âÂ
You ended the word with a hard pop and said no more. Wendy was quiet on the other end for a second.Â
âYou didnât?âÂ
âNope.âÂ
âThen who did?âÂ
âIâll give you one fucking guess.âÂ
âNot Jimin.âÂ
âOf course it was Jimin!âÂ
You had been all but assured the next open spot that came up. It was virtually guaranteed! Until Jimin swanned in and swiped it from within your claws.Â
âNo fucking way.âÂ
âWay.âÂ
*Â
You got the promotion after that but it wasnât a sweet victory. Forever, you would have to live with the fact that Jimin was promoted ahead of you. Even though he had less experience and had worked there less time. Even though all the managers encouraged you to apply. It left a permanently bitter taste in your mouth. Â
Then they had a shuffle of staff. Â
And you ended up on a project team with him.Â
*Â
JP: Iâve finished all the documents for this submission; please let me know what you think!Â
Youâd have liked to tell him to go fuck himself. Youâd have liked to open those documents and tear them to shreds, cover them in red tracked changes, and make him look like a fucking moron.Â
But you couldnât do that because they were good. Perfect, in fact. You wouldnât have changed a thing. Â
YN: look good to me.Â
You always gave him a passive-aggressive full-stop. You couldnât be out and out rude to him, both because it was unprofessional but also because he didnât deserve it. He was good at this job, it turned out. Didnât have a head for data, but didnât need one because his talents elsewhere were just as valuable. Â
You had begrudgingly traded some tasks with him when your team was first set-up (you gave him the worst ones, the ones you liked the least because you might have been forced to share but they hadnât specified what)Â and you were too proud to admit that he was actually better at them. He had a much better eye for visuals; his external comms samples were always flashier and prettier and neater and more engaging than yours had been. Â
He had suggested a slightly different tracking method for your monitoring and you had had to pretend to have wifi troubles and leave the meeting to seethe for a minute.Â
He brought in snacks to the office when you had meetings scheduled and had the gall to remember that you didnât really like chocolate.Â
He covered for you when you were ill without complaint and without any mistakes.Â
He started sitting next to you in the office so that you could talk about the project more easily. Â
He started sending you gifs and memes. Â
He started making cute, little jokes over private message when you were in meetings together. Â
You started, somehow, somewhen, you didnât know why, growing fond of Jimin Park.Â
*Â
And now look where you were. Â
You were hurt that he didnât tell you first. You were surprised. You were more than just work friends now, werenât you? You had each otherâs personal numbers! You spent time together outside of work (sometimes)! Didnât that deserve a little confidence? He couldnât have even mentioned that he was looking for work elsewhere? Â
*Â
âI havenât forgiven you, you know,â you told him as he arrived at the office, taking the desk next to yours as he now always did. Â
âFor what?âÂ
âFor leaving! And for not telling me!âÂ
He laughed and, ordinarily, youâd have laughed at yourself along with him, but you didnât feel like it today. You didnât want to be laughed at. You wanted him to take your feelings seriously. You wanted him to apologise. You wanted him to not leave. Â
*Â
You spoke about it reasonably often, his leaving, his new job. How excited he was. How nervous. How weird it would be to not see each other every day. Â
You didnât speak about how sad you really were that he was going. You didnât speak about the sting of betrayal you still felt but didnât want to investigate. You didnât speak about how his quitting really, truly made you want to quit, too, even though you liked this job, even though you were (had been) happy there. Â
* * *Â
It came around all too quickly. Jiminâs last day. The office was packed because everyone wanted to see him off. Of course they did. Everyone loved Jimin. Â
Including you. Â
*Â
âFor heâs a jolly good fellow! For heâs a jolly good fellow! For heâs a jolly good feeeeelloowwwwwwww! Which nobody can deny!âÂ
No one had expected the unit director to be the life of the party and it was providing an excellent diversion from the sinking pit in your stomach. With every drink, the end drew nearer. Â
It wasnât as if you wouldnât see Jimin ever again, but you wouldnât see him as often. He would make new work friends. You would be replaced. There felt something so final about it all, this evening stretching as long and taut as you could make it. Â
So taut it might snap.Â
*Â
You were the last two in the pub. You used to sneak out early together after work drinks; head back to your place or his and eat chips in front of something you both talked over; took yourself to your exclusive club-house for two where you could gossip about the evening and who got too drunk and who was making eyes at whom. Â
But you didnât want to leave tonight and Jimin was hosting so he couldnât leave until the last guest did.Â
Or until the pub kicked you out after last call.Â
A bell rang.Â
âLast call!âÂ
Fuck. Â
âThink thatâs time, baby!â Jimin cried, slinging an arm around your shoulder. âMy last day at work is officially over!âÂ
You whined, too drunk to stop yourself. You knew youâd had one too many. Two too many. Perhaps the whole bottle of wine too many. But you had to keep drinking if you were staying at the pub, and you wanted to keep drinking so youâd stop feeling so weird and sad about this. You looked up at Jimin and he smiled back down at you. Â
God, he was pretty. Â
âDonât go,â you said, lips pouting so hard they barely let the words out. Â
Jimin laughed again. Â
âBack to my place, then? Your favourite chippy is on the way!âÂ
âAbsolutely!âÂ
The relief that washed over you was almost strong enough to knock you over. There was still a little more time. Â
*Â
You squabbled at the chip shop. You could hardly remember why even as you were stepping out of it. It had turned the night just a touch sour. You didnât want that. But youâd take that over the ending of it. Â
*Â
âWhat do you want to watch?â Jimin asked as you flopped, heavily onto his sofa, box of chips in hand.Â
You shrugged.Â
âAny genre you particularly fancy?âÂ
âI literally donât care,â you replied sharply.Â
You felt more than saw the look on Jiminâs face and chose to ignore it. He came to sit next to you on the sofa and you felt a little suffocated. He was too close. You could smell him. His shampoo? His laundry detergent? Youâd never quite been able to pin down just exactly what it was that made him smell so nice; the opportunities youâd had to get that close to him just hadnât been enough. Â
âWhy do you smell so good?â you asked, though it sounded like an accusation. Â
Jimin laughed.Â
âI smell like a brewery and fryer oil!âÂ
âNo, you donât! You always smell good!âÂ
You were starting to hear it, how drunk you sounded, which, on the plus side, meant you were just starting to sober up. Â
âThank you,â he replied, a little more tight-lipped than he might normally have been. Â
The conversation, if you could call it that, ended there. You watched the drama he had put on in silence, munching chips, and sipping water, and not talking. You were drunk and tired and had already said too many things you hadnât meant to. You didnât know about Jimin. Â
You watched one episode and then another and then another and just as Jiminâs TV was asking if you were still even there, Jimin turned it off.Â
âIâm calling it,â he said with a wide yawn. âIâm fucking tired.âÂ
That was your cue to leave. You were also tired. Heavy with alcohol and lack of sleep. Blood viscous like molasses. You didnât want to go.Â
âI donât want to go.âÂ
Jimin blinked. His lips twitched and you knew he was laughing at you. This was not the script the two of you usually followed. Then he shrugged, allowing the smirk to cover his mouth.
âOk, then, stay.âÂ
âI donât want you to go. Donât leave.âÂ
He chuckled.Â
âWhy would I leave? I live here!âÂ
âWork!â you cried, stumbling as you put a tingling, dead foot on the ground, coming to a stand. âDonât leave work!âÂ
He groaned your name in a way you hadnât heard before and it made your stomach flop.Â
âDonât keep saying that. Itâs too late; Iâm going!âÂ
âDonât.âÂ
âYou going to miss me that badly?âÂ
You just looked at him. Couldnât bring yourself to confirm it. Yes. Yes, you were. Yes, you would. Yes, you missed him already. Missed him so much you wanted to pull him closer. Wanted to tangle your fingers in his hair. Wanted to-Â
Fuck.Â
You started, taking a small step back.Â
You wanted him.Â
To kiss him. To touch him. To see him. To know him. Not to be his work friend. Not to be his friend. To be his. His.Â
It hit you like a ton of bricks and you didnât know if you wanted to cry or throw up. Maybe both. You werenât sure how much of it was down to the alcohol and how much to the emotional slap in the face youâd just given yourself. Â
âIâm going to miss you, too,â Jimin said, his eyes wide and cute, his smile a little rueful. âSo much.âÂ
You felt something. Something charged. The hairs on your neck pricked.Â
âHow much?â you asked, voice escaping you in a whisper. Â
âSo much that it makes me not want to go.âÂ
You felt your eyes drawn to his, had no choice but to look him in his sweet face, his dark, swirling eyes glinting in the low lamplight. You couldnât tear them away. Couldnât move. Felt suspended in this second that stretched and stretched and stretched until it couldnât stretch anymore.Â
âJi-âÂ
His name wasnât out of your mouth before his lips were on it. Soft. Plush. Sweet with wine. His tongue swiped at your lower lip and you were eager to let him in, to taste him, to satisfy the hunger that had reared its ugly head, jaw gaping, teeth dripping, that must have been lying in wait, biding its time, hiding itself even from you. Â
There was no denying it now. Â
You didnât talk as Jimin pulled you closer. Didnât speak as he pulled your tucked-in T-shirt from the waistband of your jeans to slip his hands underneath. Didnât make a sound when his fingers deftly picked at the clasp of your bra, instantly springing free, to allow his hands beneath that, too. Â
Could only just stop yourself moaning when his lips met the sensitive skin on your neck at the same moment as his thumb brushed over your nipple. You couldnât risk it. Couldnât make a sound. The silence was so loud and you didnât want to disturb it, even though what he was doing to you felt so good. Felt so unreal. You didnât want the noise to puncture it, this bubble, this fantasy, this something that was happening that had been so unexpected even though it, now, felt like it had been a long time coming. Â
Then Jimin moaned. Removed his lips from your skin and opened his mouth, letting sound spill from it freely, almost wantonly, as he pulled you even closer. Close enough to feel him against you which set your knees trembling. Â
He looked at you, a little hesitation in his eyes, the hem of your top in his hands. You still couldnât speak, just nodded, put your hands over his and pulled upwards. Watched in stunned silence when he unbuttoned his own shirt, let it fall to the floor. Â
It occurred to you then that you had never seen this Jimin before. Not just the kissing and the erection and the arousal pooling in your underwear. You hadnât even seen him topless. Had never seen the fine trail of hair that dipped beneath his waistband. Had never known he had a tattoo across his ribs. Â
Never mind.Â
Youâd have scoffed if youâd had half a mind about you. Never mind. Â
You were minding all this very, very much. Â
You reached out to touch him, pressing the pads of your fingers to his chest lightly, testing to make sure he was real. He was. Soft and smooth and rippling with goosebumps under your fingers. Â
âFuck,â you whispered, finally finding your voice. Â
âYes, letâs,â he replied, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. Â
You laughed, then laughed some more, shocked at your own surprise. Â
Fuck!Â
Fuck!!Â
Jiminâs mouth was on yours again, more urgent this time. His hands, too, flying over your body, gripping here, pinching there, slipping inside your jeans, flicking the button open and dragging down the zip. You retaliated, pushing his undone trousers to the floor, pushing your hand into his boxers, encircling his hot, hard cock with your fingers. The wobbly whine that trembled out of him made your core clench.Â
âJimin,â you said, breathlessly, calling his attention to your face.Â
He held your gaze there for a second, a second or two or threeâhis hand groping at your backside, yours around his shaftâand then you didnât need to say anymore. He was grabbing at your jeans and your underwear, pushing them down your legs, pushing you onto the sofa, kissing at your face and your jaw and your neck, all the way down, to your breasts to your navel to the crease of your hips and further. Â
You couldnât have been silent, even if youâd still wanted to be. The wet muscle of his tongue laved over you, all over you, exploring, familiarising, teasing until you were grabbing at his hair, nails scraping his scalp.Â
âJimin!âÂ
You wanted to shout, to demand, but you only gasped, only whined, your breath taken from you as his lips closed around your clit. Still, it seemed heâd got the message. Â
You writhed beneath him as he sucked, as his fingers slipped easily inside you, curling against you insistently while his tongue flicked over your swollen bud, as his lips sucked, as you bucked and twisted and spasmed beneath him. You could have said it was too much, this was too much, but it was Jimin, and suddenly âtoo muchâ seemed impossible. Youâd have died under him. Youâd have let him go forever. As long as he liked. Though you were twitching and squirming and your legs clamped around his head, he didnât stop. Didnât stop until you were screaming from one orgasm to another, gushing over his hand, being lapped up into his mouth. Until you were seeing stars. Until your breath barely came in, went panting out in sharp staccato gasps. Until he pulled back, eyes heavy-lidded and dark, mouth wet and shiny, and sat back on his heels. Â
âFuck,â he said and his voice was tight, hoarse, sounded strained. Â
Strained like his boxers, still covering him if only barely. He palmed at them, eyelids fluttering, head tipping back. Â
âFuck,â he said again as he brought his face back down to you, as he scattered kisses across your torso. âIâve wanted to do that for so fucking long.âÂ
The words didnât register, didnât hit, because his lips were still moving against you, his hands brushing up your sides and over your breasts, cupping them up to his mouth so he could lick over your pebbled nipples, suck them into his mouth one at a time. You were dazed.Â
But not done.Â
âJimin, please.â Â
âPlease what?â he returned, teeth grazing lightly over the shell of your ear, breath hot and wet against your shivering skin. Â
âPlease fuck me. Please.âÂ
He grinned, the glitter in his eyes turning wicked. Â
âIâve wanted to do that for so fucking long, too.âÂ
He abandoned you, briefly, supine on the sofa, as he at last shucked off his underwear and fumbled in his wallet for the condom that was closest to hand. Â
He knelt back over you and you felt him at your entrance, one hand holding him there and the other pulling at your thigh, positioning you where he wanted you, how he wanted you.Â
He could have you however. As long as he had you. Â
âReady?â he asked, as if he had to. As if you werenât already tipping your hips trying to capture him, as if your walls werenât fluttering already, as if you hadnât made a great mess of his sofa cushions. Â
âYes.âÂ
You groaned in unison as he slowly pushed into you. You hadnât expected him to feel this big, stretching you as you squeezed him, as he continued to push until he was fully seated, settled inside you, all the way in. Â
He lowered himself onto his elbows, nudged your nose with his, kissed you. Slow and deep, his body unmoving. You wondered what was stopping him, tilted your hips a little, wrapped your legs around him, clenched tight until he shuddered with a gasped laugh.Â
âIf you donât want me to come like, immediately, youâre going to have to stop that.âÂ
You laughed back, in disbelief, still not really experiencing this as the Real Deal, still convinced this might be a dream. That Jimin was fucking youâwas not fucking you right now because he needed a second to gather himself, a second to keep it together so he could fuck you. Â
You relaxed yourself as much as you could, stroked his hair, flicked his earlobe with your tongue and bit down lightly on the soft flesh. Let your mouth explore where it could reach. Â
âJimin,â you whined, when he still hadnât moved. âPlease.â Â
He didnât reply; his face was tucked into your neck and you could feel his heavy breathing there. You were two seconds from begging again when he finally moved. He dragged backwards, slowly, and shot forward, fast and hard. Then he did it again. And again. His hips moved fluidly; his arms caged you in securely; his lips sucked soft against your skin. Â
He had worried it would be quick, but you were sure time was slowing down. It was stretching itself over this moment so that it lasted forever, so that each time Jimin slammed his hips against yours, it took an age; every kiss lasted an hour; every gasp became a long, drawn-out sigh. This wasnât quick; it was eternal. It was elemental.Â
It brought you into your body in a way that made you feel more than human. That made you feel animal. That made you feel pure and unshackled and unburdened. That made you feel free. Free because all you had to pursue was pleasure. All you had to concern yourself with was your body and his and the way they came together. There was no time, no loss, no rush, no ending, nothing to spoil the sanctity of this coupling. Â
It wasnât always like this. Youâd been around the block enough to know that this could have ended differently. On another night, you might have been lying on someone elseâs sofa, waiting for it to end because you were simply bored now, because they had been all talk and no trousers, because they werenât doing it right and you couldnât be bothered to correct them. Â
Jimin didnât need correcting. He was, as ever, a fucking overachiever. His girth pushed against your g-spot with every thrust and his length made each drag deep and lasting. You wondered if there was anything he couldnât do.Â
Then he pushed himself up onto one hand and used his free hand to push low on your abdomen as he continued to piston against you. The gasp it stole from you was choked and you felt your legs twitch, tighten, pull close as the rest of your body collapsed inward, too. He reached his thumb down, pressed it against your clit and let the snap of his hips move you, just slightly, just enough that it was teasing again, that you could feel him in a way that suddenly was not quite enough. Was maddening.Â
âJimin,â you keened, sweat dripping down your spine as your back arched from the sofa.Â
âSay it again.âÂ
âJimin.âÂ
âAgain.âÂ
âFuck, Jimin.âÂ
He growled, deep in his throat, and your hips jerked as he pressed his thumb harder against you, swirled it in circles, rough and quick until you were coming again, gasping, squirming, clawing at his arms, your back threatening to snap in two. He kept his teeth clenched as he fucked you through it, as he pushed through the tight spasms of your cunt, as he fought to last until the end, until your body flopped, spent and lead-heavy into the cushions.Â
Only then did he let go, did he give a final few thrusts, did he moan loud and long as he came. Â
He flopped beside you on the sofa and you lay there, breathing heavily in a silence that felt light. You felt his lips press at your clavicle, his fingers then tracing the same spot. Then his lips again.Â
âWhat?â you asked.Â
âYouâve got a little mole here,â he murmured, still directing most of his attention towards it. âI havenât noticed before... I like it.â Â
You hummed, satisfied, heart secretly thrilling. You let him kiss you, back and across the straight line of collar bone, flicking his tongue over your mole. What dedicated attention you hadnât had for such a long time. Â
You could feel your eyelids droop, felt as though maybe you should clear some things up before you passed out; you werenât sure youâd make it that far. Then Jimin spoke, cutting through that drunken, post-coital haze.Â
âNever shit where you eat.âÂ
âWhat?âÂ
He looked at you.Â
âNever shit where you eat. I donât fuck coworkers.âÂ
Reality came crashing in on you like a tsunami.Â
You were coworkers. No, you had been coworkers. You werenât anymore, because Jimin was leaving. Had left. Had worked his last day, celebrated in the pub, and then fucked you into the sofa. Had fucked his former coworker. You. Â
âSo youâre saying, all this time...?âÂ
He shrugged.Â
âNot necessarily all this time. But yeah... You?âÂ
You shrugged back.Â
âLiterally wasnât aware of it until tonight. Until you were trying to get me to leave.âÂ
He laughed breathlessly.Â
âI wasnât trying to get you to leave. I was trying to get you into bed.âÂ
âOh.âÂ
A beat.Â
âWell, you didnât do a very good job, did you?âÂ
He laughed again, full-throated this time.Â
âWe fucked, didnât we?âÂ
âOn the sofa.âÂ
He swatted your arm playfully.Â
âTechnicality. I still say it counts.âÂ
âThatâs the sort of carelessness and lack of attention to detail thatâll get you fired, yâknow?âÂ
âOh, youâre firing me?âÂ
âPerhaps I am.âÂ
âWow, fired on my first day. My parents will be so disappointed in me.âÂ
âFirst day?âÂ
You looked up at Jimin, heart racing wildly. None of this had been expected; none of this was sinking in. Did a first day necessarily imply a second? A third? More? Â
âFirst of many... If you want.âÂ
You did want. You nodded. Â
âGreat,â he said softly, gently pressing his lips to yours. âWeâll have a meeting in the morning to discuss my probation.âÂ
âA meeting? Nah, this could be an email.âÂ
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Bts reaction: travelling together
KIM NAMJOON
He sees you as a long term partner so he considers paying for the trip an investment
Would love it if you keep him company while he packs. Plays music in the background. Asks your opinion about your clothes.
Packs an extra hoodie which he has noticed you love even though it's old and worn out.
When you're actually travelling you'll be keeping the important things safe eg his passport and boarding pass and the currency etc
He'll gladly let you be in charge.
That doesn't mean he won't help out whenever he can. He's always ready to talk to the information desk or anyone you need him to.
KIM SEOKJIN
Most likely to surprise you to a weekend getaway.
It's probably a stay cation at a cabin in the woods. In the soop vibes.
camping, fishing, barbecue, driving
He's got it covered.
You're probably going to eat well. And just reconnect with nature.
There is nothing hectic about the trip. Its very soothing. Just spending time with your favourite person.
Infact he's most likely to agree to involve your mutual friends or even non-mutual friends. It's about having a good time.
MIN YOONGI
The hotel is going to be nice. Swimming pool and breakfast buffet included.
You're going to end up going to a very obscure destination. You may or may not have heard of the existence of such a place but he's totally prepared so you can rely on him.
From medicine and guide books to emergency money. He's totally prepared..
Yoongi loves trying local food and local art/souvenir stores.
You're getting couples items. Will be sad if you loose them. Will treasure them forever
Wants to see the electrical appliances shop just to check out more music making appliances.
Totally do whatever you want to do. If you want to visit a lot of places he'll accompany you but if you just wanna chill he's equally happy.
JUNG HOSEOK
Mans a planner. So dont be too surprised if he plans everything like before and after.
You are going shopping before the trip. Matching couples pajamas and sheet masks and keychains and shoes (or maybe no shoes considering the Korean superstition that if you give shoes to your lover they leave)
He's packed and ready days before the trip.
Will judge you if your luggage looks dirty.
Probably prefers guided tours. You're going on every extra activity too.
Unless it's something scary. He's not going on a roller coaster. He'll take your picture though.
There's going to be a lot of pictures and videos. And you're going to wear couple outfits all the time.
PARK JIMIN
A lot of plans but just wants to lie down and hang out by the pool or a scenic place unless you have a set itinerary
But if you want to laze around will convince you to go out because you haven't spent all this money just to stay in a hotel room.
Will randomly pull you in alleys to steal kisses.
Loves walking around and shopping for souvenirs for everyone
Enjoys having you all to himself.
Will pout if you don't pay him attention.
Loves exploring the night life.
KIM TAEHYUNG
There for the vibes
Room service king
Expect odd hours, driving around a sports car, a whole lot of music and singing and dancing randomly.
Will serenade you impromptu
Very calm. Nothing can phase him..
Loves taking pictures of the scenery.
Enjoys the vacation thoroughly. He's swimming, snorkeling, making funny videos.
The only thing is he's not eating anything spicy. Likely half his luggage is ramen
JEON JUNGKOOK
Most likely to make a Travel blog
Will try to convince you to go to every thrill seeking activity. Meticulously plan a fun trip that can be enjoyed by both of you.
There will be Random gaps in that itinerary to lounge around
Despite everything he's a last minute packer his list of essentials is a bit unhinged. More like to forget a change of clothes than his speaker.
Laundry fairy đ§ââïž âšïž đ
Very content to lounge around and just skip the itinerary.
Loves trying different foods and plans to make some at home.
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Orbiting: pt.4°
: pt.1° | pt.2° - pt.2,5° | pt.3°
[icehockey!jungkook x figureskater!reader] [3.9k smut, angst. There's swearing; bitch-calling (non-sexual); this is purely fiction, please practice safe sex!; tons of dialogues. I hope you enjoy reading this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it, but tbh, I kinda struggled to steer the plot.
Also! Happy Hobi Day! Please give Be My Mistake some love, too! (if u want)
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"Isn't that your girl, cozying up to Park?"
The first thing Jungkook sees is youâback on the rink, just where you belong. He's never seen someone as graceful as you glide. You always look beautiful like this, he thinks. The apples of your cheeks are rounded and rosy from the cold, and the corners of your eyes wrinkle as you laugh.
You always reverted to the nine-year-old you when you were left free to skateâso carefree and unafraid. There were moments like now when he could watch you move smoothly on the ice and soar in the air forever. Days like today are what he will always be thankful for, and he hopes you get to have forever. No longer does he want to see you put yourself through so much pain and endure it for the sake of being the best in your sport. While Jungkook knows all too well that you need to put in the hard work to get a step forward toward your dream of being professionals in your own field, he also knew when too much was too much. In all those days where you suffered, Jungkook did, too. So, he vowed to never forget that there's a version of you who knew how to revel and not overthink every move she made on the ice. And it is his duty to always remind you of her.
Your squeal broke him out of his trance. And Jungkook would have felt the strain in his muscle when he whipped his head, turning to look through the glass, past the bleachers, if the sight hadn't irked him. Jealousy stirred as he spots Jimin's arms on your waist and the other outstretched to hold yours. He knows it's nothing malicious. You've been practicing that stance with him for years when you were kids, thanks to his mom. But something about seeing Jimin with you and the fact that you've defended the guy when Jungkook blamed him for your sprained leg AND even managed to gush about how graceful he skates left a bitter taste in his mouth.
Plus, not to be bitter and petty, but Jungkook thinks he skates wellâbetter even. And yet you've never complimented him.
"Not my girl," Jungkook murmurs under his breath. "And it's a routine. Not exactly cozying up." He scoffs and takes his stick from Yugyeom a little too aggressively, causing his friend-slash-teammate to chuckle.
"You seem to know a lot about routines," Jackson cuts in. "But then again, why wouldnât you, Jungkook?" The lilt in the older man's voice as he said Jungkook's name wasn't unnoticed, but Jungkook didn't have enough patience and attention to spare to even humor the guy. He also knew whatever Jackson had to say would be anything but a friendly banter.
Jungkook only acknowledges the man with a side-eye and raised brow as he tapes his hockey stick.
Unfortunately, Jackson refuses to shut his mouth; the man is clearly on a mission to get a reaction from Jungkook.
The rest of the hockey team starts to come out of the locker rooms, clumping to the bleachers. With the gathering crowd, Jackson raises his voice, demanding attention and an audience. "You know, there's this move figure skaters do where they spin and spin and spin, circling around their partner." With his head tilted and standing in front of Jungkook, he gives him a haughty glare.
And still, Jungkookâs attention remains on you. Youâre only just occupying your side of the rinkâthe opposite side where his team is gathered at. Whatever you hear on your end should be incoherent. You don't need to hear the bullshit coming out of his teammate's mouth, he thinks.
"What was it she preferred to call it again?" Jackson pretends to wait for Jungkook to answer. Yugyeom, on the other hand, looked apologetic. What started out as playful teasing turned into a way for Jackson to provoke their team captain, and everyone knew how Jackson loved to rile Jungkook. While everyone thought it was because the older man lost the title to someone younger, that was only partly the reason.
"Ah, right," Jackson walks closer to Jungkook. He claps Jungkook's shoulder before gripping tightly into it. "Orbiting,â Jackson grins. Heâs taunting, hooking Jungkook, demanding his full attention. âY/N does it well, but you clearly do it the best,â he mocks. âItâs comical watching you run in circles around the bitch for years.â His sly smile turns to pointed chuckles as he feels Jungkook tense under his grip.
Hook, line, and sinker.
Closing in on Jungkook's ear, Jackson whispers, "Don't worry, I'm pretty sure she does it intentionally, especially to guys she dances with. I bet Park's gonna be her new boy toy now, huh?"
Jungkook was never a violent man. Even on the ice, in a game, he never started brawls. The one time he got tangled in a fight, he couldnât stand the disappointed glare you gave him. It hurt more than the 13 stitches on his head and scarier than his momâs scolding.
And yet, Jungkook throws the first punch straight to Jacksonâs jaw.
Jungkook can take a joke and can easily shake off empty trash talk and name-calling from his team. In fact, he lets them make jokes about him about his blatant simping for you because itâs true, and anything untrue, he doesnât see the point in entertaining it. But he draws the line when the jabs are at the expense of the people he loves.
In a matter of seconds, Jackson returns the punch, and a full brawl breaks out.
On the opposite end, you and Jimin match your stride as a pairâbeing aware of each otherâs movement and syncing your limbs to move as one; oblivious to the growing chaos.
Youâre in the middle of a Lutz when the commotion steals your focus. You wobble on your landing and Jiminâs quick to hold you from falling. You turn towards the racket and see a mass of bulky men shouting.
Itâs Jungkookâs team.
You skate closer to the chaos, and itâs not until you see a pressed back on the glass, the number 97 jersey bold and taut on their back, that you speed skate. Behind you, Jimin calls your name and follows.
You see Yugyeom restrain Jackson, and the other guys are holding back Jungkook. A flurry of curse words flies out of Jacksonâs mouth. Entering the box, your eyes are drawn to Jungkook. You can already see his busted lip and sore knuckles. You call his name, and he looks up, jaws locked and tense. It takes a moment for his clenched knuckles to relax. He stands up and shrugs off the arms holding him.
Yet again, Jackson cuts in, âYou guys are quite a pair, huh?â he laughs, humorless.
âMan, shut the fuck up,â Yugyeom struggles but eventually manages to drag Jackson away from the group. Sensing that Jungkook won't follow and lunge at Jackson, the rest of the guys disperse. All thatâs left gathered on the bleachers is you and Jungkook.
And Jimin.Â
Your new partnerâs existence annoys Jungkook. Your doe-eyed friend wonders if Jimin knows he doesnât have to stand so close beside you. He watches with eagle eyes as Jimin hands out your skate guards. You teeter sideways as you clasp the rubber on your skates, and Jungkook hates the sight in front of himâyouâre holding on to Jimin for support, and his arm is on your waist to keep you steady.
Fueled by jealousy and adrenaline, Jungkook walks towards you just in time to catch your arm away from Jiminâs body as you switch to putting on the other rubber guard on your skates.
You feel smushed as you stand sandwiched between two guys. Feeling claustrophobic, you push Jungkook by his chest to look at his injuries. âYour lips are bleeding,â your tone colder than ice, a contrast to your warm hands inspecting the blooming bruises on his face. âItâs nothing,â Jungkook murmurs, his head turning sideways, away from you.
You tsk at his stubbornness and press your thumb on his split lip, earning a pained hiss. âWe have to clean this so it doesnât scar.â Before Jungkook can protest and put on his macho bravado, you turn to Jimin. âCan we take a rain check on lunch?â your voice barely above a whisper. But Jungkookâs not only stubborn, heâs nosey, tooâmasking how hard he strains to listen to your conversation with an unbothered face.
There's an exchange of whispers, then Jimin looks at him, then back at you. He smiles and nods at you. âI'll see you later, then.â His hands connect with your arm for a comforting squeeze before leaving.
Jungkook rolls his eyes.
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âWhere are we going?â Jungkook follows you as you drag him by his arm along the corridors. âThe clinicâs closed on weekends,â he points out, but the only response he gets is a huff.
Youâre a bit eerily quiet. Calm, even. He fears what follows, so he thinks of a way to pacify you.
âWell. Lucky for you, Jeon, I have the keys.â You dangle the set of keys on your fingers. âYour mom gave them to me before she left.â
You unlock the clinic and usher Jungkook in the compact space. âI seem to always end up hurt when I practice and itâs not like your mom has her eyes on me all the time, so she lends me the key to the clinic.â You push Jungkook to the foamed table. âSit.â
Jungkook follows suit, still mum, still thinking. He knows he's on wafer-thin ice with you, but even so, he can't help but love the attention youâre giving him and the fact that youâre away from Jimin.
The image of you and Park on the rink is still vivid in his memory, stirring the tinge of jealousy that resides inside him. So, as you rummage through the cabinets, Jungkook pulls you close to him. âCâmere,â he whispers.
âHold on, I have to find something for your lip.â Your body extends in the small space. Your arms are outstretched while you rummage through the cabinet for bandages and antiseptic cream, and your lower half is awkwardly bent, thighs wedged between Jungkookâs, and his hands support your hips.Â
âForget the cream. I know a better way to have this healed quickly.â His arms engulf your waist and pull you completely to him. You turn to tell him off, but before words can leave your mouth, Jungkook slots his lips to yours.
Before things could escalate, you begrudgingly pull away. âNuh-uh. You think youâre so sly, huh?â You pinch his chin. âI still need to interrogate you on what exactly happened with Jackson back there.â
Jungkook deflates. âYou know Jackson. He was spouting nonsense, and I guess he just got on my nerves.â
Curiosity peaked, you push Jungkook to tell you more. âWhat nonsense?â Your willful streak shows in your furrowed eyebrows. On most days, he loves it, but on a day like today, he wishes you knew when to get the hint and just drop it.
Jungkook groans. âIâm just really having one of those days, Y/N.â Arms still wrapped around your waist, he leans forward to rest his head on your chest. Instinctively, you run your fingers through his hair, fingers massaging his scalp. Your best friend moans, and for the first time since you pulled him away from the bleachers, you let out a smile.
âMake me feel better,â he breathes. His face now burrowing into your breasts, and his fluffy hair tickles you.
âGguk,â you giggle. âWeâre in the clinic, and I'm pretty sure there are people nearby.â You softly pull at his hair to remove his head between your tits, but he just moans.
Oh.
âDonât care, baby. Just focus on me,â he proposes with a kiss on your neck and his hands make soothing work on your back. When the only response he gets from you is a satisfied hum, he sits up further on the table. He lowers his hand, tapping your ass before he pulls you by the backs of your knees so you straddle his thighs on the table.
âFuck, I love it when you wear skirts.â Jungkookâs hand disappears inside your clothes, palms once again making contact with your ass before he claws at your tights. âThis I hate, though. Fuck.â he grumbles at the sheer garment.
âOh, that's a shame," you pout. "I actually thought you'd love it. Itâs crotchless," the last sentence coming out in a whisper. Cue another curse from his mouth. You momentarily pull away to get off the table and shed your safety shorts. âNeed those off, Jeon," you command with a shoot of your brow towards his pants. âWanna feel you. Donât you want to feel me?â
You're a fucking tease, and Jungkook loves it.
You watch him struggle to unlatch his belt claspâheâs roughly pulling at his padded pants and while you want to help, you decide to enjoy the sight before you as his thick thighs come into view. You climb back on top of Jungkook, his eyes following your movement until you plop your ass to his growing bulge.
Jungkook flips the front of your skirt and goes breathless at the sight. âYouâre a fucking minx, you know that?â
âOnly for you.â Hands gripping his shoulders as an anchor, you drag your wet pussy to his bulge, and you both moan. âWore this for you," you pant. "I knew you were practicing today and thought you'd need a cooldown after." Youâre full-on humping him, drawing pleasured gasps from the man below you.
âWell, fuck me,â Jungkook throws his head back, eyes up on the ceiling and he thanks his lucky stars for you. You pull at his tight underwear, and his hard cock springs freeâswollen red and leaking. Your mouth waters at the sight, and your pussy clenches at nothing.
âPlease, Jungkook,â you plead. Youâre beyond turned on. Your arousal mixes with Jungkookâs precum, and you can smell the sex permeating the air. It drives you feral. You spit at his cock before stroking it.
Jungkook revels in your neediness. This is what he wantsâfor you to need him, want him. And someday, he hopes it goes beyond sex. His arms pull your waist closer as you sink down on his cock in one drop.
âShit, Y/N, you okay, baby?â
You respond with a breathy yes as you start bouncing on his dick. Your focus is directed on chasing your high and, at the same time, making sure Jungkook feels the same intensity of desire and pleasure you feel. With a roll of your hips, you clench around his shaft. He claws at your arched back as he sucks your tits with playful nips. Each sting heightens your arousal.
You play around with the angle of your hips and attune to Jungkook's reaction. But you struggle and near complete submission with each bite to your breast, every kiss to your lips, and slide to your folds. Once again, youâre rendered pliant and submissive on top of Jungkook.
Feeling you slow down, Jungkook taps your burning thighs. âOn your back, baby,â he rasps. You shake your head but move to get on all foursâyou raise your hips, shuffling to snuggle his cock in your ass and stretch your back. And to top it off, you clasp your hands on your back, giving him something to hold as he pounds into you.
Behind you, Jungkook is gobsmacked. What are you doing to him?
Presenting yourself for his use, Jungkook doesn't hesitate to hold your behaved hands with one grip, and his other hand guides his dick to smear your slick from your folds to your ass. He preens at the noises you make.
"Please," you drool. "Please what? Tell me what you want, baby," his voice matches the slow and soft movement of his tip on your folds.
With one last teasing push of his tip to your puffy clit, he completely bottoms out and holds.
âHowâs that for feeling me, baby?â His lips ghost the shell of your ear, and it tickles you just right. You clench around him and reclaim one of your restrained hands between your now folded bodies to draw circles on your clit. You hear Jungkook chuckle before leaving a quick peck on your cheek. As he straightens up to pull out his dick, he reaches to swat your naughty hand on your clit and replaces it with his.
And it feels better.
His fingers play with your nub and continue to plunge in and out of you. The sound that echoes around the tiny room is pure filthâguttural groans and whiny moans harmonize.
âBaby, cum for me,â Jungkook hastens his rhythmic thrusting, and with a soft flick to your clit, you come undone. His movements quicken and cum-soaked hands travel upwards to your body to fondle your tits like it's his personal stress ball.
âShit Jungkook. Feels good," you blabber. You love how you can feel his weight on top of you; the pressure makes his pounding harder and deeper and it overrides your oversensitivity. The pleasure is too good, too strong. With a bite to your shoulder to muffle himself, you cum with him.
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âDonât forget your shorts. Canât have you skating with Park wearing just that."
"Right," you giggle and put on your shorts. "Can't be traumatizing my partner this soon."
"Good girl." Jungkook pats your ass.
"Hey," your hands pull Jungkook before he can leave. "What really happened back there?"
"Y/N, I told you it was nothing."
"Nothing? Jungkook, had the fight been longer, you could've been dismissed from the upcoming game."
"Well, we're fine. Plus, Jackson's not going to do anything or tell the coach. It's both our asses on the line."
"That doesn't mean you can go around throwing punches now. What ifâ"
Throwing his head back, Jungkook lets out a bitter laugh, cutting you off. As he returns to face you, he sees the focused glare on your eyesâlids sharp and brows knitted. You're annoyed.
But so is he.
âYou really wanna know? Fine. Jackson called me out. He said it was fucking comical how I wait around you like a lovesick puppy. It's actually a fucking running joke in our team that when you call, I come running." Words and feelings overflowed out of Jungkook's mouth, but he was not close to being done. "And as much as I hate to admit it, itâs actually true, and someone like him throwing that to my face just struck a nerve. He deserved the punch for running his mouth and calling you a bitch, too. Y/N, if you've heard the names he's called you, comments he madeâ"
"I don't care about that, Jungkook," you interrupt. One moment, you're in bliss, and now you've been hit with an accusation. "I don't care if he calls me a bitch or paints me however he wants. It's you I care about. I worry that one day, he manages to push you to your breaking point, and you do something that kicks you off the team." You feel like a bubble filled with emotions burst inside you, leaving you conflicted with what you feel. You're angry at Jackson, but also, if you think Jungkook is saying what he is saying, then half of you blooms in hope, but the other wilts at the revelation that he said it like he resents what he's feeling.
âSo, do you resent me? For, I don't know, calling you? Wanting to be with you? Being friends with you?" The last question left your lips in a murmur. You've ranked low in competitions before, but you've never looked as defeated as you do now. To make it worse, you stand pathetic in front of Jungkook.
âIâm not saying that," Jungkook pinches the bridge of his nose. "Iâve been in love with you, Y/N,â he canât believe heâs saying it out loud.
Jungkook imagined his confession to be far from this wreckage. This moment was the polar opposite of how he wanted it to go, but the words flurry out of his mouth before he could think of them. âI love you, but youâre always too hung up on every new guy that comes along to even see meâŠâ he swallows the sob rising in his throat. âSometimes I wonder if you keep me as a placeholder until a new guy comes.â
âA placeholder?â You're horrified. Jungkook's breaking your heart, and the thought that you apparently broke his shatters the pieces further.
âArenât I? When Jackson joined our team, all he had to do was wink and throw a cheesy line at you, and youâre all about him. And now Jiminââ
âJimin?â Now, you're confused.
âYes, Jimin. All he had to do was skate with you, and suddenly, Iâm on the backburner.â
âJungkook, where is this coming from? Youâre making me out as someone whoâs never been a friend to you.â
âOh, youâve been a friend, alright. But you canât deny youâve strung me up all along. Sometimes I wonder if you knew how I feel and youââ
âStop," you plead. "Oh god, Jungkook, stop talking, please.â The tears you were holding back now freefall to your cheeks. âAll this time, this is how you felt. You have been resenting meâ"
"That's not what I'm saying! Do you not understand me?" Jungkook grows frustrated.
âNo, I understand, Jungkook. Perfectly. I understand Iâve been selfish, teetering between wanting to keep you close to me and keeping you at a distance to protect myself." You don't want to invalidate his feelings, but he also needs to know where you're at. Thousands of thoughts are drowning you, and you're nowhere close to navigating your feelings; you're still conflicted and lost. But most of all, afraid. Will you lose Jungkook now? It frightens you that one wrong decision could crash your friendship beyond fixable. "But Jungkook, Iâve never seen you as someone I can set aside for anyone else because youâve always been the first person I look for and reach out to. Even when I always thought you were so close yet so far to me, but still Iâ"
A knock pops the bubble youâre in. Rushing to wipe your cheeks dry, the door swings open to a clueless and shocked Jimin, eyes wide and mouth agape.
âShit, sorry," Jimin fidgets between wanting to close the door and leave but decides he'd rather not get in trouble, so with eyes on the floor, he calls for you.
"Coach is going ballistic looking for you, Y/N. And him, too. I mean, their coach is looking for him. He heard of the fight.â
More worry rushes to you. You try hard to stay afloat and level-headed, but you're sinking and sinking. âRight,â you clear your throat. âWe were just cleaning up. Weâre done here anyway.â
Once again, you feel claustrophobic. You need to leave. You don't trust yourself to make any decision in the state you're in. The last time you made a decision from what you were feeling, you made a selfish proposal to Jungkook. And look where that's gotten you now. You can't think, so you rush to leave the room, folding your arms before Jungkook can grab your wrist.
âWait, Y/Nââ
You linger briefly at the door, just enough so he can catch the defeated words that you speak, âWeâre done, Jungkook.â
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Being jealous of a dog taking all your attention
Anon asks: hi! Can I please request what will be BTS members reaction (only for V, Suga, Hobi, JK) when they left their dogs at their crush's house for a few days but when they come back to take them home, their pets had become very fond and clingy towards their crush and refuses to leave with their owners?
Anon asks: Hellođ Can I please request BTS headcanons where they get jealous when their crush keeps playing with yeontan or bam and pays less attention to them? Thank you â€ïžđ
Note: I combined the two requests, as I feel like writing them sepretly would just turn out a little repetitive. I hope you enjoy!
âĄSeokjinâĄ
Regrets letting Jungkook bring Bam over because you hadnât left your spot on the sofa cuddling with him all evening. Heâs beside you, side-eyeing the cute scene between the two of you, and Bam is side-eyeing him right back. Itâs funny to watch Jin and Bam go back and forth, play fighting over you all night.
âĄYoongiâĄ
He had been grateful for you to watch over Holly when he had to go out of the country for business at the last minute. He had been so excited to reunite with him but was left mopey as Holly ignored his calls and stayed cuddled up at your side. He is happy Holly likes you so much but would prefer his dog loving the both of you at the same time :â)
âĄHoseokâĄ
Mickeyâs usually so chill and loving on him, he's disappointed to see him running around trying to avoid going back home. Heâs betrayed, playing up his sad tone in an attempt to get Mickey to come to comfort him- but no, Mickey is only interested in you.
âĄNamjoonâĄ
Yeontan was cute and all, but he was being a menace today. You had run into Taehyung at the park, immediately taking an interest in playing with Yeontan instead of finishing your walk with Namjoon. He swears to you that Yeontan knew what he was doing- barking at Namjoon when he tried to pull you away and playfully chasing after him.
âĄJiminâĄ
Regrets dog sitting Holly for the night. It was supposed to be a date night with you, but it seems that Holly has taken his place. Jimin should be the one cuddled up in your lap watching the movie, not Holly. Heâs pouting at you and the dog until you tell him to just come over and cuddle too.
âĄTaehyungâĄ
Heâs about to tear up because heâs so happy Yeontan loves you so much and heâs so happy about it, but also because Yeontan wouldnât even spare a glance at him now that heâs spent a few days with you. Yeontan is running around your feet, trying to stop you from leaving so Tae just has you stay over not able to break his poor dog's heart and send you off.
âĄJungkookâĄ
He and Bam are competing at his point. Heâs telling Bam that youâre his partner, not his because Bam just seems to be set on taking his place next to you. Theyâre playfully fighting and wrestling all day, and when Bam loses heâs standing next to the sofa side-eyeing the two of you cuddled up together.
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Pairing: Jimin x Reader Other tags:Â Olympic Swimmer!Jimin, Ex Olympic Swimmer! Reader, Swim Coach!Reader Genre:Â Strangers to Friends to Lovers!AU, Coach!AU, Swimming!AU, HEAVY Angst, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, fluff, eventual smut, I'm so soft for these two it's crazy. Word Count: 11.5k+ Synopsis:Â After a car accident ends her athletic career, Y/N has slowly started rebuilding her life again as a high school swim coach. Thatâs until she gets a request from an old friend and finds herself back in the spotlight as the new coach of Olympic swimmer, Park Jimin. Warnings:Â PINING, sexual tension, sad backstory, parental issues, more than likely bad swimming terminology, probably some bad work out advice, i'm trying my best lol, tae is too much but i love him, talks of past drug use (not reader or jimin), strong language, mental health things, medication use, allusions to depression, did i say pining?, reader is horny and awkward 99% of the time, can we blame her?, mood swings, i think they are so cute together, i promise more romance is coming soon A/N: Howdy. I know we're having a pretty slow start, but I think it'll be worth it in the end. I enjoy a good slow burn, especially when there's so much awkward sexual tension involved. Thanks for reading!!!
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Waking up the next morning, I was greeted by a loud knocking on my door. Stumbling, I told whoever it was that I was on my way. The knocking stopped but was quickly followed by Violetâs loud voice. My things were here, and I needed to let the movers inside.
âChristian and Kook are here already,â She added. âManaged to get an extra pair of hands, too.â
I changed into a pair of jeans and threw on a pull over. It was not supposed to be as cold today, but I did not think a short-sleeved shirt would be enough to keep me warm. Sliding into my boots, I opened the front door.
Violet was there, her hair in a braid again, wearing a blue plaid shirt and bootcut jeans. Beside her was Jimin, a large smile already on his face. Two other men were here. I was certain I had seen one of them before. He was very handsome with a heart shaped face and soft chin, large, asymmetrical brown eyes, and downturned lips. His hair was very obviously dyed, the blue so bright when the sun hit it my eyes hurt.
The other man was less familiar. His hair was black, styled into a trendy wolf cut, with his bangs pulled out of his face into a ponytail. He had a pure, youthful, and elegant look about him, and a few piercings. There was one on his eyebrow, one on his bottom lip, and so many on each ear I could not count them all. If I could describe him in a single word, it would be cartoonish. His eyes took up most of his face, large and doe-like, with all of his other features soft and small. Like the blue haired man, he was very handsome.
This upset me more than it should have, because despite how wonderful they both looked, all I could think about was how much I preferred Jimin. It was incomparable, actually. While they were certainly my type, I could only see how not Jimin-like their features were.
âGood morning,â I greeted them awkwardly, my voice scratchy. âIâm Y/N. Itâs nice to meet you both.â
âItâs such an honor to meet you,â The blue haired manâs enthusiasm caught me off guard. Despite me never making the move to shake either one of their hands, he reached for mine anyway. He reminded me of a labrador retriever, and I could imagine a tail wagging in time with his vigorous handshake. âIâm Taehyung Kim. I used to watch you, like, all the time back in the day.â
I knew that name. Studying his face a little more, it hit me. Taehyung Kim, a.k.a., The Seal of Michigan, a.k.a, V. I never understood why he had been given that last one, but it must have some sort of meaning to him because the guy lights up when anyone uses it. He was a famous snowboarder and had been to the 2020 winter Olympics. He was just a few months younger than Jimin.
âThatâs very kind of you to say,â I gripped his hand back a bit more now. âI watched you at the last Olympics. You did great.â
He blushed and let go of my hand, âI didnât win anything, but I had a lot of fun.â
That was true. The kid was brand new on the scene and let some of his nerves get to him. I had learned the hard way that hesitation could ruin a great performance, but I was sure he would do better in January. The Winter Olympics were always a few months ahead of summer, and I would surely be watching Taehyung this year. If I was going to spend time with Jimin then I would need to get along with his friends.
âItâs not always about winning,â I tried to comfort him. âI didnât win every time either.â
That placated him. Jimin quickly introduced me to Jungkook after. He was an NHL player for the Red Wings. I admitted that I had no idea who he was and never really watched hockey before, but that only made Jungkook swear to make me an avid fan before I left Michigan. For some reason, I believed him.
It did not take long for the movers to get all of my furniture and boxes into the house. With the boysâ help, I was tipping the two men much earlier than I anticipated. All three of them insisted on helping me unpack despite me telling them I could do it on my own. The place was entirely too small for the four of us, but we managed to make it work.
I had told them my bedroom was off limits. I unpacked my clothes and put my underwear away. My room was the largest in the house. With enough space for my full-sized bed, nightstands, and dresser, I was pleased. The only downside was not having a closet, but I did not bring anything nice enough for it to really matter. It was inconvenient but not the end of the world.
I was, however, happy to see more color. My blanket was dark orange, pillowcases covered in baby pink cow print, and the otter plushie Namjoonâs mom made me was resting right in between them. I installed some simple shelving above my bed, warmly lit Christmas lights wrapped around the bars, where I displayed my books and a few of my plants. The rest were lined up on the windowsill beside the bed.
Brightly colored art now hung on the walls, a large mirror above my dresser, and a peg board for my earrings made the space feel lived in. Whatever books could not fit on my shelves got stacked and put on the nightstand. I still wanted to buy a rug and curtains, but that was on the bottom of my list of priorities.
The boys were all talking and laughing as they worked which helped me relax. I hated being trapped in quiet spaces. Finished with my room, I went to check in with them and move things around. I doubted any of them would get the knick-knacks just right.
âDonât worry about the decorations,â I said, announcing my presence. Taehyung was staring at two of my paintings with mild panic. âIâll take that.â
Snatching the photos, I smiled at him. The living room was coming together nicely. Jungkook pushed the dark green loveseat against the wall and all of my throws were on top of it. My largest potted plant was beside it and I decided then I would keep it there. Moving the throw pillows to the floor, I started to put my wall art up. Hoseok complained that I was going to become a hoarder if I bought any more shit. Andrea, however, said that I had great taste, so I listened to her instead.
âYouâre a big face of Earthy colors,â Jungkook said, looking around the house. âLots of plants, too.â
I shrugged, âMy fiancĂ© had a lot of succulents and stuff, so I guess it rubbed off on me after a while.â
In truth, Namjoon not only had succulents and cacti, but an entire apartment filled with plants. He had a small garden in the back, vegetables and herbs growing in despite the weather in Colorado making it difficult. The man had a green thumb and loved taking care of things. I had been in charge of them once we moved in together and learned to love it. Even after he died, I couldnât imagine not having at least five plants in the house.
I noticed the room had gone eerily quiet. I realized then what I had said. It was the first time I had spoken about Namjoon with any of them. Knowing I had made the atmosphere awkward, I tried to break up the tension.
âWhat colors do you like, Jungkook?â
I could physically feel the mood lighten.
âBlack,â His reply was quick. I groaned. He laughed. âWhat? I like the clean look.â
âItâs not clean,â I argued. âItâs depressing.â
Taehyung took my side, âMy house isnât as decorated as yours, but I have more going on than either one of them. Iâm a huge fan of video games and photography so I have a lot of stuff hanging up.â
âDonât listen to him,â Jimin chimed in from the bathroom. He placed himself in charge of getting that room squared away. âHis place isnât as nice as yours. Itâs all cluttered and disorganized."
âNu uh,â Taehyung argued childishly.
âDude, you have stuff everywhere,â Jungkook shot back, handing me another picture frame.
âTheyâre lying,â Taehyung told me.
âYouâre so full of shit, Tae,â Jungkook sighed.
âLiterally the dumbest thing to lie about,â Jimin snarkily threw in from the bathroom.
âBullies,â Taehyung was addressing me again and this time I could not help my chuckles. âThey always gang up on me.â
As the boys continued to bicker, I worked. I finished hanging up the art above the sofa and got to organizing the throws. Taehyung had already pulled out my rug, and I started figuring out how I wanted to place all of the floor pillows. Namjoon never used the couch, no one in his family did, and I had become so conscious of their comfort that I always had a large array of pillows on the floor for them to use. After a few years, I had joined them, and I kept up the trend once I moved to the Springs. The sofa was little more than decoration.
âDamn, these are nice.â
Looking over my shoulder, I was surprised to see Jungkook holding up one of my medals. I was positive I had not packed it and the box he was hunched over was completely unfamiliar as well. Embarrassment and anger swelled up in my chest. I had placed Minho and Tilly in charge of coordinating with the movers so I could focus on work and training Hoseok before I left. If I had to guess, Tilly had thought it wise to ship over a large package of my most prized possessions for some God forsaken reason.
âI donât know why those are here,â I hoped my voice sounded playful and carefree. I did not want another tense moment. âOne of my friends must have packed them.â
âHoly shit,â Taehyung was now holding the medal. âThese are heavy. You have so many.â
Walking over to the box, I took out the rest of the medals. Tilly had only packed four of the eight Olympic medals I owned, probably running out of room. Framed photos of me swimming, with the rest of my team, and my coach were also in the box. My swimsuit from the last Olympics I competed at was folded at the very bottom of the box, my goggles and cap wrapped up in the fabric, and underneath it was something I had not been expecting. A framed photograph.
I remembered that night as if it were yesterday. I was eighteen coming off the back of two major wins and making my mark in the athletic community. I had just moved to Denver; Victor had gotten divorced the year prior and his ex-wife moved to Colorful Colorado taking his daughter with her. My coach demanded he was close enough to see her every weekend. It really did not matter to me where I lived, so it was one of the easier decisions I had to make.
I knew Hoseok lived in the area, and we had always been friendly at the meets we had in common. I ended up getting his number from Ozzie and after getting coffee I knew we would be friends for life. The picture was taken at his New Yearâs Eve Party. I needed to get laid, he had said, and he knew a few guys he thought I might hit it off with. That was where I met Namjoon.
He was a college student, fresh faced and stumbling over his words. I was charmed by him almost instantly, even if Hoseok was positive the two of us were too different to last. I could recall the smell of fireworks in the air, the way his voice cracked whenever another one would go off, and how excited his eyes looked whenever I asked him about his major. Namjoon spoke for hours about Philosophy, all of his favorite poets, and the way he believed the universe worked. He was so clumsy it was practically a disability, and the loud sounds were so nerve wracking, he flinched whenever the fireworks boomed.
Picking up the small picture, I smiled. It was taken right after midnight. Hoseokâs sister said we looked so sweet that she could not help herself. I had all but ripped Namjoonâs hair out when the countdown began, kissing him before midnight ever came. His hands rested gently on my hips, and he huffed like he had run a marathon when we finally pulled apart. His breath was hot when he went back in for more, panting into my mouth as I clung to him like an addict. It was a beautiful moment. It was a moment I would never forget.
Suddenly, I was no longer mad at Matilda. I was sure it had been her who did this. Minho would not go through so much trouble if he thought it would upset me. Either way, I was happy to have the picture. While I was no longer in love with Namjoon, my heart slowly healing itself and making space for someone new, I would never forget our time together. It was too perfect, too magical; too loving to forget.
âIs that him?â Taehyung asked. The way he said it told me that he knew what had happened. I doubted there was a person in our world who didn't know. âThe guy who died?â
I nodded, âHis name was Namjoon.â
âDamn, thatâs rough,â Jungkookâs voice was very gentle, and I could hear the compassion in it. âSorry to hear that. Hope youâre doing okay.â
I smiled at him and nodded, âIt was a few years ago.â
Taehyung was the one who broke the moment this time and I was grateful for the reprieve.
âThese arenât all of them, right?â He pointed at the medals still in the box. "Olympic medals, I mean."
I shook my head, âNo but I guess she just grabbed the ones I had at my house. The other four I keep at my school. Theyâre in a case in my office.â
The ones Tilly had packed away were from 2012. Andrea had been the one to convince me to bring my other medals to school. Before that I had them all stored in a box in the deepest corner of my basement. I hated looking at them. Hated everything that they represented. The only reason these had been hanging up was because I could not be bothered taking them down.
âWhere should we put them?â Jungkook asked.
I shrugged, âNo idea. Just keep them in the box for now.â
Truthfully, I had no intention of putting them anywhere. While happy to have the photo of Namjoon and I, my feelings on dragging these things around had not changed. I would be very upset if I lost or damaged any of this stuff. Putting everything away, save the picture, I closed the box back up and placed the photo on my coffee table. I would find a better place for it later.
Like all of the times I had been around him, Jimin bled into the background. I listened for his voice, waited for him to add something to the conversation, but he kept to himself. Even when he left the bathroom and joined the three of us, he only answered in one-word sentences and made sound effects to show he was listening. Taehyung and Jungkook seemed used to it, so I had to believe this was just how Jimin normally was.
âYou should come and grab some drinks with us,â Jungkook smiled at me.
The boys were going out for a late lunch since we finished a little later than we had thought we would. I was appreciative that they had invited me out but declined the offer. All of them were disappointed.
âWhy not?â Taehyung wiggled a large set of keys at me. I could not imagine what all of them could be for and the sound they made when they moved bothered me. âYou worried the foodâs going to suck or something?â
I shook my head, laughing, âNo, itâs nothing like that. I just donât feel comfortable going to a bar.â
Jimin smiled at me, a small, tight-lipped smile, and I almost laughed at myself when I realized I was holding my breath. I was being ridiculous. I would call Hoseok tonight to get my head screwed back on.
âItâs not a bar,â It was heavenly to hear his voice again. âTaehyung and I donât drink. Jungkook just likes to sit at the bar so he can watch the games.â
âOh,â I replied dumbly. âI guess I can come along then.â
Jimin offered to give me a ride while Jungkook and Taehyung rode in the hockey player's beat up Jeep. He was just as quiet on the ride to the restaurant as he was back at the house, and while I wanted to break him out of whatever shell he had put around himself, I had no idea how. We were supposed to work together and barely spoke. Ozzie was not going to be happy about this.
âWhat time are we getting your car?â
I jumped, not prepared for the question. His eyes were still on the road, and it looked like he was forcing himself to not look my way. It hurt my feelings, but I knew I would have to get over it. Whatever his problem was, it had nothing to do with me and I would not let it get in between our working relationship.
âWhenever you want to go,â I replied, going back to looking out of the window.
âWeâll pick it up after we eat. My mom invited you over for dinner. by the way. If you're up for it.â
This had been the most he had said all day, but his voice was off. It was embarrassing how quickly I had become attuned to his little mannerisms, but I was so sure that something was wrong with him it was eerie. His tone was flat and disinterested, and I knew I had done nothing to upset him. Something was obviously bothering him, and I would have to silently support him in my own way. I was not comfortable being more upfront and something told me that Jimin would not like my overstepping.
âI might,â I purposely kept my tone light, hoping he did not realize I could see the darkness in his eyes. Looking at him, I asked, âWhat is she making?â
âBeef and radish stew,â The mundane topic seemed to ease his frown. âShe got a yellow corvina from the Asian market yesterday so sheâs going to roast it. Do you like fish?â
âYeah,â I nodded. âIt sounds nice. Iâll go.â
A ghost of a smile graced his pretty face and I felt like I had won the lottery. Carefully composed, I looked back out of the window, hiding my little smile behind my hand. He was quiet again, the only sounds in the car being our breathing, but it felt lighter. Finally, I let myself admire the scenery.
Taehyung and Jungkook were already at the bar when we arrived and as soon as we sat down, the snowboarder was quick to hog all of my attention. While Jungkook watched a baseball game on the big screens, Taehyung talked animatedly about his family. Jimin was quietly sipping on a Coke in the seat next to me. It was strange to see how easily his friends ignored him. Like they knew he did not feel like talking.
âMy sisters are both in college,â Taehyung continued to ramble. âTwins. It was a nightmare being the baby brother.â
I nodded along and tried my best to keep up with him. I kept getting distracted by Jimin. He barely moved and seemed to be mindlessly watching the tv. He looked so sad it broke my heart. Still, no one else said anything so I kept my thoughts to myself.
âOh!â Taehyung gasped, noticing a few people who walked in. âIâm going to go say âhi.â It was so great meeting you.â
With a bright smile, Taehyung told the boys about the group and Jungkook decided to join him. Jimin did not even acknowledge he had said anything. Leaving us alone, the restaurant was loud and filled with their chattering.
âAre you hungry?â I asked, trying to make conversation. Picking up the menu the bartender had left with Taehyung when we first arrived, I gave it a quick once over. âWe can split an appetizer.â
Jimin looked tired and sad, but I did not know what to say or do for him. We were not lovers, not even friends. We were a pair of strangers who were expected to work together. This seemed much easier over the phone. I took a nervous sip of my drink.
âWhat are you thinking?â Just the sound of him talking eased my anxiety.
âUh,â I had barely looked at their menu and pointed to a random item. âFried pickles?â
Jimin smiled lazily and looked at me, his eyes amused.
âYou donât sound very sure of yourself.â
I shrugged, embarrassed. âI just said the first thing I saw.â
Putting his cup down, Jimin grabbed the menu from my hands and laid it flat on the bar. We leaned over the small paper, our knees touching. I could smell his cologne now and my mouth watered. He smelled so good I struggled to focus.
âMost of the shit here is awful,â His voice had more life in it now and I was glad to see the corners of his mouth pulled up. âOnly things worth getting are the chips and salsa, fried cheese, and pasties. The pizza is fine, too, but not worth the money.â
Talking distracted him from whatever had been on his mind, and it made Jungkook and Taehyungâs behavior odd. They were obviously very close, but if I could see how much happier he looked when he was shooting the shit, how couldnât they? They probably knew something I didnât, but it did nothing but rub me the wrong way. My friends would annoy me until I had no choice but to talk back.
âChips are usually pretty safe,â We both agreed on it. âDo you just want chips? I donât mind getting you a burger or something.â
He shook his head, âLike I said, most of the shit here is awful. Donât waste your money.â
I ordered the chips for us, and the bartender was happy to help us out. This place was pathetically empty save us and the group Jungkook and Taehyung ditched us for. They were very loud and rowdy, something Jimin said was completely normal. Apparently, they all knew one another but he hadnât felt like spending time with any of them.
âAre you feeling alright?â I asked, heart pounding. My anxiety over the question was ridiculous, but I felt like this was a good moment to ask. We were both comfortable and the tightness around his eyes was finally eased.
âJust one of those days,â He replied, voice soft.
I sighed, âI get them, too. Theyâre the fucking worst.â
He chuckled darkly, âItâs like you wake up and thatâs already taken all of the energy you had for the day.â
âWhyâd you come to the house?â I asked, flagging the bartender for a refill. âI wouldnât have been upset if you bailed.â
Jimin flushed, âI said I was coming so I came.â
No, I thought, you thought I was going to be mad if you hadnât shown up. Hamilton had this poor kid so fucked up and scared it pissed me off. As long as I knew Matt, he had always been an ass, but to think he had his trainee putting shit before his mental health and wellbeing made whatever sliver of respect I had for him vanish.
I took a long sip of my drink, âWe canât work together if you donât talk to me. That will piss me off way more than you canceling on me.â
âOkay,â He let out a very large breath. âIâll let you know next time.â
As we ate our chips, we moved into safer waters. Jimin was still less talkative in person, but nowhere near as tense as he had been all morning. I found that music was one of his favorite things, and I discussed my own interests in more depth and detail than I ever had before. Jiminâs taste was varied but stuck mostly in 90s R&B and soft Indie artists I had never heard of. At some point I ordered spicy wings and had to admit Jimin was right- they really were awful.
We left the other two behind to go and pick up my car. Jungkook and Taehyung seemed more than happy to watch us leave and the large table barely acknowledged my presence. Jimin accepted their happy shouts when he approached, hugging the ones who stood up to greet him, and forced one of his small, pitiful smiles at a particular brunette who kept batting her eyelashes at him. He introduced me but none of them seemed to really care. Especially the brunette.
âLet me get your number,â Taehyung said to me, holding out a hand for my phone. âWe need to hang out again.â
I was nervous about giving him a way to contact me. He reminded me of Tilly, though ten times more energetic, and she always found a way to get on my nerves (the box being one of many examples). Taehyung had yet to overstep the imaginary boundaries I had, but his complete lack of personal space etiquette was astounding. He touched me more in one day than any of my friends in an entire year. He seemed like the type of person to text every day and send a million pictures of himself doing random shit. Even with that in mind, I handed my phone over. He was too nice to say no to.
âDo you like sushi?â Taehyung asked, handing me my phone. âThereâs a great place in Detroit we can go to.â
The idea of being trapped in a car with the snowboarder for 45 minutes was not appealing. I could only imagine how much he could talk when he was really excited about something. I would entertain the idea if Jungkook or Jimin came as a buffer, especially if one of them could sit up front. Taehyung yapping away in my ear would give me the biggest migraine I had ever had, and my anxiety over not being entirely focused on the road would make me snippy and rude.
âOnly if I can come,â Jungkook piped up. âYouâre not going to Bash without me, dude.â
âWell yeah,â Taehyung rolled his eyes. âY/N has to meet Milo and Darcy,â He looked at me, grinning happily. âI think you would really get along.â
I had no idea who either of those people were, but I did not want to ask any questions. Jimin was inching back towards me and telling the others goodbye, and I did not want to hold him up. Taehyung started making plans that I did not pay any attention to. He could always text me when he figured out what he wanted.
âWe have to get going,â Jimin was back beside me. âY/Nâs car is sitting at the dealership. It was good seeing everyone.â
I waved at the table and started walking away before Taehyung could touch me. He was definitely a hugger. Jimin was quick to catch up with me, giggling about my âescape.â It had started to snow again, gentle flurries twisting and turning in the wind, and I had forgotten my heavy jacket at home. The long sleeve I was wearing would do nothing to keep me warm.
âHere,â Jimin taking off his jacket. âYou need this more than me.â
Draping it over my shoulders, Jimin told me to zip it up. Stunned, I moved on autopilot and shoved my arms through the sleeves. Everything smelled like him, oranges and spice, and his warmth was still clinging to the thick fleece. I could not remember the last time someone had given me their jacket. Dazed, I followed Jimin out to the parking lot, eyes locked on his back. He was in nothing but a thin, black and white striped shirt.
âThanks,â I said once we were both in the truck, already shrugging out of the light beige jacket. âYou didnât have to do that.â
He held up a hand, âKeep it. The heater is out.â
I shook my head, âWhat about you?â
He reached into the back and held up a purple hoodie.
âIâll be alright.â
I put the jacket back on and buckled in. Jimin slipped into the sweatshirt and started the truck. After buckling up, he backed out of the parking lot. I caught sight of the brunette as we left. She was red faced, shouting into her phone. I looked away. Whoever she was angry with was definitely getting an earful.
âWonder what Tom did this time,â Jimin mumbled.
âHm?â
âTomâs Annieâs boyfriend,â He supplied. âTheyâre always arguing. Worse than Jungkook and Darcy, they break up every other week, but Tom and Annie are at each other's throats every other day.â
I grimaced, âSounds like my friends. They finally called it quits last year, but they were insufferable.â
Jimin chuckled, âSo, whatâs Colorado like?â
I talked to him about Andrea and Seokjin first, how we met and how much I loved their daughter. Hoseok and Iâs friendship got quite a few laughs out of him, but those quickly died off when I brought up Namjoon. I told him about the day we met and the coffee date that happened a few days later, and that seemed to brighten up the mood again. Namjoon stories were bittersweet but took up such a large chunk of my life it was impossible to gloss over.
âWhenâs the toxic couple coming up?â He joked.
âIâm getting there,â I replied.
Hoseok and Matilda had known one another longer than the rest of us. Growing up together, no one was surprised when they finally hooked up in high school. It was, however, short lived bliss. Matilda got caught up in the wrong crowd and began doing drugs. Hoseok had tried to help her get through it, but they could never see eye-to-eye. That started their toxic cycle of getting back together, Tilly going to rehab, her relapsing, and them falling out again. It was not until she went two years ago that it managed to stick, but their relationship was too tumultuous to make it very far. They decided to stay friends and she became a constant member in our group.
âThatâs crazy,â Jimin shook his head. âHappy sheâs doing better now.â
âMe too.â
The rest of the drive was spent talking about Colorado and how beautiful it was. He stayed away from swimming, mostly wanting to hear about the school I worked at and the places I went to in my free time. He kept me talking for the entire 45-minute car ride, question after question keeping me on my toes. He did not like talking about himself, whenever I tried to switch the conversation to his own interests he barely responded before going back to his interrogation. Before I knew it, we were pulled into the dealership and getting down.
âYou can leave,â I told him.
âI want to make sure youâre good before I go,â He replied.
The cashier was lovely, her voice bubbly and sweet as she helped me out. Jimin lingered longer than he needed to, helping me fill out my paperwork and making small talk with the dealer. I took my keys and went for a quick test drive before I was finally able to convince Jimin to leave.
The drive back was quiet. I was used to the silence when I drove, but Jiminâs voice had been soothing. Frankly, I was a bit bored without him around. I decided to call Matila and ask about my medals. She apologized but I doubted how sincere she actually was. After catching up with her, hearing all about the guy she went on a date with, and a five-minute rant about Hoseok spending way too much money on Minhoâs birthday present, I hung up before she could give me a migraine. As much as I liked Tilly, she was someone I had very little patience for and her voice, high pitched and loud, was like nails on a chalkboard.
I got back in town a little after 3. Violet and Calvin were both home and watching some black and white Western. Calvin offered to make me lunch, but I was quick to decline. I just wanted some space.
As soon as I got in my apartment, I curled up in bed to take a nap. I was overwhelmed after talking so much and desperately needed to recharge. I set an alarm for 5 so I could make it over to the Park house in time for dinner. Quickly sending a quick text to Hoseok, I turned on thunderstorm sounds and closed my eyes.
Na-Yeon and James were both excited to see me, talking about their days and asking how I was settling in. Eloise was there as well, the twins in the back room playing again. Jimin was going to be late. He had gone for a last-minute swim with Milo. When I asked them who that was, it was Eloise who answered.
âThatâs Vincentâs fiancĂ©.â
âWho?â I was even more confused.
âTaehyung,â Na-Yeon answered. âYou know he hates that name as much as Jimin hates his, Lou."
Eloise blushed, her entire face turning a bright shade of red.
âSorry,â She scratched behind her ear. Looking back at me, she sighed, âWe went to school together. Old habit.â
Now V made sense. It never occurred to me that Jungkook and Taehyung could have their own American names, and neither one introduced themselves that way either. James came to take the seat beside mine, the dining table more crowded then was reasonably necessary.
âDoes Jungkook have a second name?â I asked.
âIan,â Eloise replied. âHe goes by both, so I donât think he cares as much as Tae and Jimin. I know his girlfriend uses both.â
I assumed that was Darcy. Why else would Taehyung assume she would go with us on a day trip to Detroit?
âThey call him Ian on the team, too,â James chimed in. âHis name is too hard.â
Namjoon never had an American name, at least, not one I had ever heard. The only person I could think of was Hoseok. A lot of his friends called him Jay, something about an old nickname from school, but that was it. Seokjin just went by Jin, Namjoon went by Joon, and Minho went byâŠwell, Minho. None of their parents used American-Friendly names, and Seokjinâs fatherâs English was still poor even after living here for so long.
âY/N,â Na-Yeon brought me back to the conversation. âWhat banchan do you like?â
âMy eomeo-nim made these delicious, braised potatoes,â I answered, thinking back on our dinners together. âKimchi, of course. My ex made the best braised lotus roots. They were always yummy.â
Na-Yeon seemed pleased by my answer. James and Eloise started rambling about their own favorites. Unlike Namjoon, Mr.Park was a big fan of seafood. He grew up in Busan near the Jagalchi Market, which, according to him, was the largest seafood market in South Korea. Eloise talked a little about her favorite Korean dishes before jumping into what she grew up eating. Her father was Scottish and her mother French, so one night she was eating Scottish Pie and daube niçoise the next. It was fun hearing more about Eloise. I would have never guessed she was a first generation American.
âItâs something Tony and I had in common,â She added. âHe learned quite a bit of French before he died. Unfortunately, my Korean is taking much longer.â
âMine isnât that great either,â I admitted. âNamjoonâs family spoke English and never liked to make me feel awkward. I can follow a conversation fairly well, but only if you speak slowly.â
James laughed, âI will remember that.â
The front door opened, and I could hear loud talking. Eloise sighed. Whoever was with Jimin did not pass her inspection it would seem. She and James seemed to have a small conversation with their eyes. The men were still at the front of the house. Finally, Eloise looked away and scowled.
âMust have brought Milo and Tae over,â She muttered. âIâm going to go check on the twins.â
Eloise left the table. James told me to ignore her. She and Milo did not get along for whatever reason and she chose to ignore him. It was not my business, so I accepted that explanation.
I prepared myself for a bad interaction. So far, Eloise was such a quiet and sweet person I could not imagine anyone actively disliking her. Then again, this was Taehyungâs fiancĂ©, and he was the nicest, most bubbly person I had ever met. It did not seem likely that he would hang around bad company. It could just be a case of personalities clashing.
âAnnyeong,â Taehyung greeted us brightly, immediately finding me. âBabe, come say hi.â
A massive, pale man followed in behind him. Milo was a good-looking guy, bright blue eyes and dirty blonde hair, with a solid build. He reminded me of the male swimmers I worked with, his huge size and bulging muscles intimidating. His fashion sense was not as good as Taehyungâs. Ill-fitting black bottoms and a Rick and Morty t-shirt that made me want to roll my eyes. I was definitely biased, my loyalties already in Eloiseâs corner. I did not need to know a backstory to be weary. The dude looked enough like Matthew Hamilton to make me dislike him just off principal.
âMilo, Y/N,â Taehyung introduced, gesturing between the two of us. Behind him, Jimin snuck into the kitchen and gave his mom a kiss on the cheek as a greeting. He looked nice in his gray tracksuit. âY/N, this is my fiancĂ©, Milo.â
I managed a disingenuous smile, âNice to meet you.â
âLikewise,â He replied. His voice was smokey.
âWhereâs Lou?â Jimin asked, coming around to greet his father.
âChecking on Harper and Cam,â James told him.
There was not enough room for all of us to sit at the table and I ended up giving up my seat to Na-Yeon. Jimin helped her set the table while I was put in charge of gathering Eloise and the kids. Walking down the hallway, I found the kidsâ playroom and knocked.
âDinnerâs ready,â I announced, poking my head inside.
The room was bigger than I thought it would be. Each side was decorated in stereotypical boy and girl colors, Cameronâs bed and wall art a wide variety of blues and teals with dinosaur decals on the walls, while Harperâs was a mix up of baby pink and white. Her bed had more stuffed animals on it than I could count and all of them seem well loved. Their toys split the room in half, a large, circle rug in the middle of it all. Most of the toys were thrown on the floor and Eloise was telling them it was time for them to clean it up.
The children looked so cute in their little matching outfits. Harperâs black hair was braided down her back and the ribbon tied at the end of it matched her cream-colored overalls. Camâs hair was on the longer side as well, falling to his shoulders with a slight wave. His bright red converse stuck out against the rather plain outfit he was wearing, and I had to assume he put up a fight behind them. Harper started to sing the Barney song as they cleaned.
âFeeling, okay?â I asked their mother. She was sitting in the chair on Harperâs side. âYou ran off pretty quickly.â
She shook her head, âItâs nothing. Weâve never gotten along.â
I raised an eyebrow, âDo you want to eat here? Iâll sit with you.â
She smiled, âWe can play nice, donât worry. Thanks, though. I appreciate you asking.â
Dinner was as uneventful as Eloise said it would be. She and Milo greeted one another and then acted as if the other did not exist. I stood up to eat, Taehyung, Milo, and Jimin with me while the others sat down. Cam was excited to talk about school and Harper rambled on and on about her imaginary friend Butter Squash. They were both very sweet and it made me miss Dani. The last time I saw her was when we went skating the weekend before I left.
Taehyung was as talkative as ever. His touches also become bolder. By the time I left, he had an arm around my shoulders and his body pressed against my side. Milo was unbothered by our closeness. He and Jimin spoke the most and again the guy I knew when no one else was around seemingly vanished. This one was too put together, too closed off, and no one, and I mean no one, seemed to care. Every time he laughed half-heartedly or nodded along with whatever Milo was talking about, I felt more confused. Why was he so hot and cold all of the time?
During my drive back home, I tentatively attempted to listen to the radio. I only lasted around a minute or so before I switched it off. I needed silence. The Parks were such a lovely family, but tonight was too much. Between unpacking and Taehyung, I was drained. Hoseok had asked me to call him when I got home but I was going to wait. If it was important enough, he would call me himself.
I fell asleep as soon as my face hit the pillow, my medication making it a dreamless night.
The rest of the week was quiet. I called my friends back home to check in Thursday morning and was happy about Hoseokâs progress. The kids were really liking him, and he thought he may have a permanent job for next year if I decided to keep working with Jimin. I told him not to get his hopes up.
Jimin and I spoke through text daily. He was still going about his normal routine while I brainstormed training and scheduling. By Saturday I was ready to start testing out different ideas. We both seemed eager to get started, actually. Sunday, like I expected, was very quiet. That was his momâs day, so I tried not to bother him. Violet and Calvin kept me company.
The Andersons were nice people. Violet was always coming to the back and inviting me to join them for breakfast, and her husband enjoyed asking me about my life. Calvin was far more personable than his wife was, but they managed to balance one another out. Sunday evening was the first time I noticed Calvinâs memory issues. He had no idea who I was. I came inside and Violet had to tell him I was their daughter Nancyâs babysitter. He was under the assumption that she was still 10. I left them alone when Violet asked me to pick her up from school. She came out back a few hours later to thank me for going along with everything, and I made sure that she had my phone number in case she needed me to help out if things got out of hand.
It was still dark outside when I left Monday morning. Jimin and I agreed to meet up at 6 am to start our day, but I wanted to get to the gym early. Time to set up and get myself in the right headspace was important to me.
The location he had sent me was more remote than I had originally anticipated. Jimin owned the little gym. It had been a swim school in the past and the place he had first learned he loved the water. He and his mom went to classes together when he was young. The place had been too expensive for the previous owners to keep up with and they were planning on selling it, but Jimin bought it off of them and converted it into a public gym/pool.
In our text exchanges he called it his retirement plan, but I was sure the place meant more to him than that. He had no interest in it until after the cancer diagnosis. If I was to over analyze it, I would say he was trying to hold onto a happy memory. This was their place before sickness and death ran through his family. I would imagine anyone would want to keep something that held so much sentimental value if they could.
Pulling into the parking lot, I was first struck by two things. One, it was open and there were people inside, and two, it was huge. Most of the building was nothing but windows giving me a great view of the muscled men inside. Bright fluorescent lights made my sensitive eyes hurt, and I could hear the faint sound of music coming from somewhere near the gym. The small group of men were together, all of them lifting and spotting each other while talking, and a sense of dread filled my belly.
I was always anxious when I went to a new place, but a new gym was a nightmare. I had bad experiences in the past. Overly friendly creeps who liked to stand around and watch me while I worked out. None of the guys inside gave off bad vibes, but I was still in my car and none of them laid their eyes on me. A woman in a gym was like a drop of blood in water. I had to hope they were not sharks.
Gathering courage, I grabbed my duffle and made my way inside. A pretty, dark-skinned, young woman was sitting at the receptionist desk, and I felt more at ease. If they left her alone then maybe they would not cause me too much trouble either. The music was louder inside, and I recognized the Ciara song. It was a great one for cardio. Fighting the urge to dance, I greeted the receptionist. She put down her magazine and gave me an award-winning grin. She had a nice, dimpled smile.
âHi there,â She had a thick, Southern accent and I could not tell you where she might be from. I was awful at telling them apart. âDo you have your membership card?â
I laughed nervously, my grip on my bag tightening. âNo. Iâm here to train with Jimin Park. He said I should have something on file.â
She nodded, her smile unwavering as she looked at her computer and asked for my name.
âY/N Y/L/N,â I replied, foot tapping along to the Lil Wayne song that came on. I had this one on my own workout playlist back in 2008. I could not help mumbling the words under my breath, âShe-she-she lick me like a lollipop.â
âFound you,â The girl grabbed a few sheets of paper from a pile on her side of the desk. âJust fill these out for me and weâll get your card printed. Your fees have been paid already so no need to worry about that.â
I nodded, half listening. This song was great. Why has it been so long since I last heard it? I went to the gym all the time. I needed to put it back on my playlist. Honestly, the entire Carter III needed to find its way back into my rotation.
âMy nameâs Giselle if you need anything,â The receptionist pointed to a cluster of chairs right at the front entrance. âYouâre super early so Christian isnât here yet, but Iâll give you the key to the pool room so you can do whatever you need before the boss gets in.â
I smiled at her, âThank you, Giselle.â
âAnytime, maâam.â
It took me a few minutes to fill the paperwork out and scan my ID, but Giselle made everything as quick as she could. One of the men working out had come by to ask for some wipes to clean off a few of the machines but left without anything more than a âgood morningâ thrown in my direction. When we passed by the rest of them on the way to the pool house, we were completely ignored, so it was safe for me to say that they would not be a problem for me in the future. Creeps were never subtle about their creepiness.
âI have to double check with Christian, but I think Iâm supposed to give you a spare key,â Giselle said, unlocking the pool. âIâm just going to be sure before I promise you anything. Donât want to get fired.â
I could tell she was joking. Jimin did not strike me as the type of guy to fire anyone over something like that. It only made sense for me to have a spare key since we would be coming around so much, and I would feel bad about disrupting the staff whenever I needed to get inside. They did not get paid enough to deal with that on top of all of the rest of their duties.
âWe keep it locked until 9,â Giselle continued, leading the way inside. âThen we close it back up at 5. Maintenance comes in every Tuesday to treat the water, so youâll have to be out of here no later than 7. Boss man knows this already so you shouldnât have any problems with that.â
The pool room was very bland and bare bones. The smell of chlorine hung heavily in the air while the lights around the pool walls illuminated the dark room. It was very big, and I itched to go for a quick dip. The coolness of the water would be nice against my skin. I had grown hot with nerves and gotten a little sweaty.
âWe have a few other staff members that will be in around the same time the boss man comes in,â Giselle continued to give me the rundown. âIâm sure heâll introduce you to everyone just in case you need anything. Iâd say make nice with Yoongi first. Heâs our in-house massage therapist.â
Pointing to a door on the far-left wall, Giselle let me know that was the pool locker room and the door right next to it was a shortcut to the back offices. Management, marketing, and facility supervisors were usually all back there and I would more than likely never see them. They were not the most social people and worked from home a lot. I could tell by Giselleâs voice that she did not particularly care for management.
âDrew should be here by now,â She checked her smart watch. âSheâs the general manager. Iâm going to go and grab her and see about that key. She might come back to say âhiâ but donât hold your breath.â
I chuckled, âThat bad?â
Giselle rolled her eyes, âDrewâs fine, but Dominic is usually following her around everywhere and heâs annoying. Youâll get what I mean if you ever see them together.â
I laughed, âIâve had my fair share of weirdos. Thanks again. I appreciate you showing me around.â
She beamed, âIt wasnât a problem. You gave me a reason to get up from the desk, so Iâd say itâs a win.â
We spoke for a few more minutes until a very large, bulky man popped his head in looking for her. His black t-shirt clung to him tightly and his shorts were a hideous neon pink color. He did have a nice smile, one that took up most of his face and teeth so white they looked fake. Giselle introduced me very quickly, and the man, Sam, turned out to be one of the personal trainers on staff.
âYouâre the Olympian, right?â Sam asked. Jimin must really like people who talked a lot, because I had never met more outgoing people in my life before moving here. Everyone he surrounded himself with was just full of energy, and I wondered if it was purposeful. Jimin himself was a rather quiet and sad person. âJimin talks about you all the time.â
I laughed awkwardly, face heating, âThatâs me.â
âSick,â Suddenly an image of Sam surfing in California flashed through my mind. He just seemed like the type. âWell, I have to go and help out a client, but it was nice meeting you. Gigi, can you go back up front before Drew pitches a fit?â
Giselle sighed heavily, âTell her Iâm coming,â Looking at me she asked if I was okay on my own. âCome and get me if you need anything, okay?â
After assuring her that I was fine, Giselle left behind Sam. The two of them bickered like an old married couple, and I wondered about their relationship. He did call her a little nickname. I shook my head. Regardless, I had other things I needed to take care of before I could get lost in thought about two strangers.
Unpacking my duffle, I threw on my whistle and stopwatch before getting to work on my schedule. I had brought a lot of my personal swimming gear with me like training bands, coach communicator, and forearm fulcrum. Back in the day, I was the brand ambassador for Finis, so I had a lot of their products. The tracksuit I was wearing was from Speedo, and I had so much of their stuff for the same reason. Being a famous swimmer had its perks.
I had planned on doing a lot of drill and some short-burst efforts with Jimin. He had been without a PT for a few weeks now, and while I trusted him to stay in shape, it was no secret someone would be performing less on their own than with guidance. I did not want to over work him when he was, for all intents and purposes, been on a vacation. So, while I wanted to rush head-first into training, I would try to ease into things a bit before going full asshole on the kid. Like Victor would say, âThree times a week for three weeks.â After that, he was going to be at my mercy.
It was just past 6 when Jimin walked into the pool room. I was flipping through my training plan for the day and humming along to the music blasting through the speakers, echoing off the walls. Whoever was in charge of the playlist had a thing for the early 2000s.
âMorning,â His soft voice brought a smile to my face. He sounded tired. âWhat do you think about the place?â
Stealing a look at him, I had to hold back the gasp that I wanted to let out. He was wearing a black tank top and shorts giving me a great look at his skin. Embarrassed by my reaction, I internally scolded myself. I needed to get over this crush already. I was about to see a lot more of his body once he went to the back to change. I bit my lip. I had no idea how I was going to deal with him in a speedo.
âItâs very nice,â I was happy with how nonchalant I sounded. âWasnât expecting it to be so big.â
I wonder what else is big⊠I nibbled on the inside of my cheek. I really needed to get my mind out of the gutter. Scratch that- I should have dealt with this problem the second I realized it was there. I was going to force myself to call Hoseok today. He would know what to do, and if not, at least I could vent a little.
âSleep okay?â
I jumped out of my ever-degrading thoughts.
âYeah,â I sniffed. âHad fun with your mom? I wanted to give you two some space, so I stayed to myself.â
He smiled and I melted. Yeah, this needed to stop. I was too grown to be acting like this around a man.
âI appreciate it. We missed you at dinner, though. My dad kept complaining that things were quiet now.â
I chuckled, âEloise and the kids not loud enough?â
He shook his head, âShe didnât come over.â
He tossed his sports bag next to mine and pulled out his swim gear. I caught a flash of his speedo and quickly looked away. The visuals going through my mind were distracting enough.
âDo you want to go over everything before I get changed?â Asked Jimin.
I shook my head, âNo, go ahead. Itâs going to be a chill day.â
âYou got it, coach.â
I did not breathe until I heard the locker room door slam shut. Tossing my clipboard onto my bag, I roughly rubbed my face. I needed to pull myself together.
My attraction was easy to ignore and forget about when he was not in my face, but the second I got my eyes on him it was all I could focus on. I was awkward and fumbling all over the place whenever he was around. I focused on him far too much, far more than I should be due to our relationship, and it was driving me insane. I needed to take a breather, but I did not have enough time and I did not want to make him worried. Jimin seemed like the type of person who would become consumed by anxiety if he thought I was upset with him in any way. No, I would have to suck it up and get through this training session like an adult.
The locker room door opened. Jiminâs bare feet were loud against the gray, stone floor. I refused to look at him. I wasnât ready yet. Bending over, I grabbed the clipboard and cleared my throat. I was hoping to get him in the water first, and then I could safely conduct myself in a professional way. The less skin I had to see at a time the better. I pointed at the pool.
âLike I said, itâs going to be an easy day,â He was walking away from me, and I felt the tightness in my chest lighten. âYouâve been without a trainer for a bit, and Iâm not sure how intense your workouts have been since. Your warmup is just 10 minutes of easy swimming, and then weâll go over our main set.â
I heard him get into the water with a splash and relaxed. I could handle him in the water. No one looked good with those stupid goggles on. I walked to the edge of the pool, clipboard in my hand, and stole a quick look.
As suspected, he did not look as potent like this. His hair was hidden beneath a red and white cap, and blue goggles obstructed most of his face. It was impossible to make out most of his body as he glided through the water, but I got a great look at his arms. He was more muscular than I gave him credit for. He was smaller and more lean than other swimmers, but I could see why he was able to dominate.
He was very fast, but I could already tell he was pushing harder than I wanted him to. Blowing my whistle, I let him know I only wanted him swimming at 80% effort. Jimin pulled a face and lifted his goggles up. Now that he was stagnant, I got a clear look at his chest and swallowed thickly. He needed to start moving or else I might have a heart attack.
âWhy?â He was incredulous.
âLike I said, I donât want you to overwork yourself. Youâve been on a vacation for four weeks now and we need to work our way back up to more intensive sets. Itâll only be for a couple of weeks.â
He pushed back again, âIâve been coming here every day for hours. I think Iâm fine.â
I shook my head, âIâm not trying to be a dick, and Iâm not calling you a liar, but I am skeptical of the quality of the training.â
âBut-â
âI havenât been here to see your routine,â I cut him off before whatever smart ass comment he was planning to say could even come out. Jiminâs annoyance was plain as day, and I was not about to put up with a tantrum. âIâm known for being a hard ass, and Iâm going to push you harder than youâve ever been pushed before. You can ask Coach Bunch about me if you want. I will make sure youâre in the best shape of your life this year, but not at the expense of getting you injured.â
He took a deep breath before responding, âWith all due respect, Iâve been putting in a lot of work by myself. I donât think I need kid gloves.â
I smirked, cocking my head to the side. âIs that what you think this is?â
âIsnât it?â He shrugged, pouting.
He was cute when he was mad.
âHumor me,â I replied. âWe do things my way for the week and if I think youâre good to go by Friday then weâll get back to normal training. How does that sound?â
Jimin thought for a moment before smiling at me.
âI can live with that.â
I chuckled, âGood to know. Now, put your goggles back on and finish your warmup. Weâre wasting time arguing.â
As I suspected, once we started our drills, he did not perform up to the standards I had for him. Even at 75% what he was capable of, I could already see the areas he needed to work on. His butterflies were beautiful, but I could pick apart his breast and back strokes. I was happy with his free swim at the end, and I was going to start there the next session. I was hoping by starting off with compliments that we could become more comfortable with one another before I had to get serious. Those breast strokes would drive me insane until he could execute them perfectly every time.
âHow am I doing?â Jimin asked during a cool down, doing a few laps before we started our drills again. âI know my breast strokes arenât that great. Iâve always struggled with them.â
At least he was self-aware, I thought.
âWe definitely have stuff to work on,â I replied. âDonât worry too much about that right now. We can start talking about it more next week.â
He sighed, annoyed, and I laughed. He was very grumpy when it came to his swimming. Not wanting to upset him again, I decided to give him something.
âI would like to watch you swim a bit more and make a plan before giving you my opinion. My coach used to do that with me, and I found it helpful.â
We trained until eight-thirty, and I looked over my notes while Jimin cooled down. We did not talk as much as I would have liked, but it was probably for the best. His body was distracting, and I did not think I was doing a very good job at hiding my reactions to him. He did not seem to notice, or he was simply sparing my feelings, either way he was happy to keep relatively quiet. We only talked about training while he was in the water, and I was grateful he was maintaining his professionalism.
âWhen will we be back again?â Jimin asked, his last few minutes running down on the timer. âYou said Wednesday, right?â
I nodded absentmindedly, in my own little world as I flipped through my notes. I had more than I thought I would have, all of them having to do with fixing his form and how we could go about it. New exercises, grueling training days, and a few new tools that I was not sure he had ever used before, would mold him into a swimmer I would glow with pride over. Park had always been a talented man, but I wanted to see if we could reach for something more. Something bigger and better than he could have imagined. I wanted to make Matthew fucking Hamilton look like the incompetent bastard I knew him to be.
âWeâre done for the day,â I sighed, clicking the alarm off. âDo you want me to come for your night swim?â
Jimin ripped the goggles off, rubbing his eyes and already going to release his cap. I bit down on the inside of my mouth. He was so pretty and soft, and the way his muscles flexed as he swam to the edge of the pool made my stomach flutter. I looked away before he hoisted himself out of the water. I did not need that image floating around in my already depraved head.
âYou can come if you want,â He replied casually. âIâm mostly hitting the gym when Iâm here in the evenings. I only take a dip for thirty minutes and leave.â
I hummed, fighting the urge to look at his body. I focused instead on my breathing and writing down what he had just said. I did not want to forget that. It might be useful for me in the future. If we could exercise together, it would give me an opportunity to guide him through some of my favorite tricks to help with swimming.
âWill someone else be with you?â
âProbably Jungkook and Darcy. Theyâre my usual gym buddies when Milo is working.â
âDarcyâs his girlfriend, right?â I wanted to see if my hunch from the other night was right.
âYeah. Theyâve been going out for a couple of years now. Sheâs alright. Not as shy as you.â
I snorted, âYou think Iâm shy?â
Then I made a critical mistake. Looking over at Jimin, I nearly choked on my own spit. His skin was perfectly smooth, not a blemish in sight, and cream-colored. His body was just as pretty as his face, smooth abs and a tiny waist that led to toned and thick thighs. The tiny scrap of red fabric covering his private area did not stop my eyes from glancing. I looked away before I started to stare.
Hoseok was going to have a field day with this.
âI know you are,â He teased, his voice so soft and sweet. I briefly wondered what he would sound like in bed. I fought desperately to rid myself of that imagery. This could not be happening right now. âYouâre so shy you canât even look at me right now.â
His cocky attitude should have annoyed me, but instead it only further fueled my lust. Every time I had seen this man, he gave me such tonal whiplash it was beginning to drive me insane. First it was this innocent little angel facade that quickly became sarcastic and witty when he decided he could play around without me getting angry. Then it was the whole sad puppy thing he had going on for the last week. Now here he was, practically naked and getting riled up over me telling him what to do, and puffing his chest with confidence I never thought he was capable of. It would have pissed me off if I did not find him ridiculously attractive.
âGo get dressed, Park,â My voice was clipped and too harsh. I winced and quickly worked to soften the blow. Getting defensive only made me look worse. âWe can get breakfast if youâre not busy. My treat.â
âSure, coach.â
When I heard the locker room close, I let out a deep sigh. My sexual frustration was getting in the way of my work, and I hated it. Pulling my phone from my back pocket, I sent Hoseok a text.
Me:Â I think Iâm crushing on Park
Me:Â Help me get rid of it
The reply did not come until I was done packing up my things. The workout stuff I had brought with me had been useless today, but I was afraid of forgetting where they were the next time I might need them, so they never left the bag. My phone vibrated just as I was done zipping up my bag. I could hear the shower in the locker room and clenched my thighs together. I was still thinking of how pretty his belly was, the tattoo on his ribs pitch-black against his pale skin, and how solid his calves looked. I unlocked my phone and nearly cried laughing when I saw the response.
Hobi:Â HAHAHAHA
Hobi:Â Sex is always the answer
Hobi:Â Never thought Iâd see the day you became a cougar
I have no idea why I thought he would be any help. So, I licked my wounds and messaged Andy (like I should have done in the first place) and knew whatever she had to say would be far more helpful than my stupid best friendâs word of âadvice.â I just had to hope it would be enough to make all of these feelings stop.
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Safe Haven (M) | PJM
Safe Haven
ⶠPairing: Park Jimin x Female Reader ⶠGenre: royalty, smut, 18+ ⶠTropes: forbidden love au, medieval royal au, royal kingâs guard werewolf!jimin ⶠWC: 16.2k+ ⶠWarnings: mild birth scene mention (hardly any details!), mentions of d*ath, brief fighting/attacking descriptions, blood mentions, hair pulling (when attacked), weapons mentioned, poison/venom mention, random side character d*aths, soft pining, kisses, fingering, oral (f), unprotected sex, etc ⶠBeta: Sarah bean! @caelesjjk ⶠSummary: When a wolf protects the royal family for many years, heâs faced with one special princess who heâll do anything for. ⶠAuthorâs Note: Apart of the âTo Love a Monsterâ collab! I took a long while to get this fic out â and I am sorry for those who have been waiting for it. It may take me months to write and readers minutes to read, but I do hope that this fic holds a special place in someoneâs heart in the end! Please enjoy & leave some feedback if you have the time! ⶠSong Recommendation: Bound to You by Christina Aguilera
Masterlist â Mail Box â AO3 â Ko-FiÂ
Freshly welcomed into the Kingâs Guard, Jimin, a sprouting young wolf, rushes around the corridors of the castle to obey the barking orders of his higher-ups. Making haste, all servants and guards make their purpose of assisting the Queen.
âHurry!â Hoseok, another royal guard and close friend to Jimin, shuffles through the utility room. âGather more cloth!â
âArenât people usually more prepared with things like this?â Jimin frantically follows, his voice rushed with the fast pace movements.Â
âIâm afraid not,â Hoseok huffs a laugh.
The two younger royal guards speedily ransack each drawer and closet until their arms are full of materials. They stumble back down the hall towards the birthing chamber. A room enclosed for the parties who participate with the anticipated arrival of the next royal kin. A domestic, darkened room provided with the country's softest furnishings. Royal officials and servants are permitted to be within the room for the delivery to ensure that there are no scandals around the birthing practice.
A midwife places herself before the legs of the Queen. A moan of pain rips from her Highnessâs throat. Jimin and Hoseok stand idly as the birthing of child number three crowns at the entrance of the world, preparing to gain its first breath of fresh air. The scene is natural for humans, even more common for a royal to carry out in front of an audience.
For Jimin, he prefers not to stare like the others. His polished amber eyes trail to the lines of the floorboards, using any peripheral view for his advantage.
âItâs a girl!â He hears the cries from a newborn baby, the declaration announced by the midwife whoâs wiping off residue from the infant.
Placed on the chest of her mother, the newest child of the royals whines freely. The sound rings through the ears who listen. The King is joyous, regardless of being unable to create a proper heir to his throne. But with the first two daughters â and now third, the royal guards know his Highness will move quickly in trying for a son.
Servants flutter about, handling the delicacies of aftercare for childbirth. Jimin follows after his friend, handing off the pile of cloth to a maiden. Bodies move around another like an assembly line.Â
For a moment, and only a moment is needed, did Jimin finally take a swift glance at the newborn who screams her upset. He locks eyes with the infant over the shoulder of Hoseok, seeing a warmth of an everlasting hearth as she cries wet droplets down her face.
Then it happened.
Jimin is struck with something that is indescribable. Something that couldnât be defined. Heâs heard through stories and lores within his lineage that this phenomenon could happen to anyone at any time in one's life. He hears about it through those heâs close to and those who experience it. Itâs a once in a lifetime deal.
He can feel the shift of his weight when he locks eyes with the newborn baby. As if this new formed motion represents an outstanding astronomical level. Where his world, which once revolved around the Sun as it does for everyone, now revolves around this small, fragile child.
Jiminâs heartbeat thumps in his ears as the world freezes around him. Hoseok and the other royal wolf guards all sense a change in the wind. If it isnât Hoseok ushering him out of the way of the other servants and departing out of the chamber, heâs sure the royal family would have done it themselves.Â
With his head on a silver platter.
Hoseokâs palm slaps the side of Jiminâs cheek to gain his consciousness from whatever daze heâs fumbled in. It takes him a few good taps before Jimin blinks. His blood runs rampant inside him with warmth and excitement.
The second Jimin looked at the third child of the royal household, everything changed within him. All of a sudden, nothing else matters. The yearning of knowing and willing to do anything, be anything, for her is the only constant demand singing at the back of his head.
âYou didnât,â Hoseokâs hushed tone stays low. âNot a royal!â
âHow am I supposed to control that?â Jimin stresses. âI canât choose who this happens to! I didnât expect this to happen to me!â He runs a hand through his soft hair, exhaling sharply as his mind begins to race.
âYouâre going to learn,â Hoseok claims. His eyes are sharp and narrow. âYou will learn to control it. A wolf is not allowed to be mixed with a royal. Theyâll kill you.â
His imprint will be kept secret from the royals and the precious baby girl. But for his wolf mates, each of them knows the severity of the situation. Not one member will speak of it, they only can respect it. As for Jimin, heâll spend the rest of her life â your life â being what you need him to be. A friend, a brother, a protector. Whatever you require of him, he will act accordingly in secrecy while obeying his rightful duties to the royal throne.
White flurries fall slowly from the gray clouds above, decorating the large courtyard, you look down towards the sheet of fresh snow. Most of the garden that blooms the most gorgeous flowers is now a mess of dead plants and weeds. The bare trees stand firm. But those who stand strong in the winter months like hollies with red berries and camellias, continue to stand out next to the beauty of sheared evergreens and deciduous shrubs with colorful stems.
Your eyes are not trained on admiring the bright snow that cascades from the sky so beautifully. Normally you would. As you sit by your glass window with a blanket around your shoulders, you look down from your chambers on the third level of the castle to fancy something different.
Men â some of the royal guards â play around with one another in the cold weather. Some have shifted to their wolven form, others remain in their noble suits. The one you fixate your stare on is your personal guard, Jimin.
He stands leaning against the stone staircase beside a few of his equals. Chatting away about who knows what, watching the others roughhouse. Jimin is quite handsome, he always has been. For as long as you can remember heâs looked the same, minus the fluctuation of hair styles and added tattoos that linger his body and a few added battle scars.
As a guard he wears your family's sigil proudly â a lotus flower â on each of his articles of clothing. Customized into each of the guardsâ crested plates of metal armor and sewn into each leather hide.Â
Jimin possesses the unfair mix of unlimited masculine and feminine traits, having a soft-looking composure and full lips plus a sharp jawline and toned muscles. His voice is nearly angelic when speaking in hushed tones but also stern as ever when he leads with his strong confidence. He may not be as large as his fellow wolves, but heâs proven himself countless times to your family to have the privilege to be your personal guard. Thereâs nobody quite like him; no one youâve met in your life that is.
You commend him in silence, appreciating what you can watch from afar. Even from a distance behind a glass window, he somehow manages to make your heart race. An infatuation some may call it. A yearning. He and your family have been consistent in your life, heâs comfort â as are they. But you knew from a young age, from when you began favoring Jiminâs company over others, that you need to call it ânothingâ. Because whatever feelings that spin deep inside you are never to be spoken aloud. Itâs foolish for your Kingdom, family, and you to long for a wolf who doesnât see you as anything but a duty.
Whatâs more disappointing is that you donât need to admit these infuriating feelings to Jimin, he already knows. He would never allow it to get far by cutting you short and being curt with clipped words and disapproving looks.
He is a wolf and you are a royal. Two beings who have no business intertwining besides with loyalty to the family and the job of a guard. Your acquaintanceship between another is only going to be professional. Perhaps itâs to keep the bloodline pure, untainted. How every sibling of the family is betrothed to a neighboring kingdom, growing the alliance across countries. And not one of them has a blend of wolfâs blood in them. Even though werewolves are evident in the world around you.
âArenât you supposed to get ready for the party tonight?â A maid who's making your bed quips up as you're daydreaming down into the evergreen.
âIâve been stuck on deciding which dress I should wear.â
âNo, youâve been stuck staring out into the courtyard,â she corrects.
You slump in your seat as you stubbornly hold your position by the window. When you look back down, you admire the off-brown and black tones of that particular wolf you fancy. She isnât wrong, you know. His kind eyes and kind smiles make you feel warmth like no other, and you enjoy seeing them when you gain the chance.
âI can multitask,â you feebly argue. You drag the blanket tighter around your shoulders, keeping in the warmth of your body as much as possible. âBesides, the party isnât for a few more hours.â
âPrincess, you already have guests arriving. Half the guard is at the entrance welcoming the parties who show up early. Letâs not begin to mention how several potential suitors are arriving today. Youâve failed to marry even when betrothed. Such a shame what happened with the Jeon family.â
âI prefer not to be a royal. It doesnât feel right the way we work,â you sigh as the joyful wolves down below have fun while youâre stuck in your tower with envy. âCan we braid my hair the way we did at my Auntâs wedding? It cascaded down beautifully.â You speak while staring out of the window, purposely ignoring the heavier topic your maid mentions. âIâll go with the silver dress. That one that comes with the gorgeous fur shawl.â
You notice the way that Jimin has suddenly turned to look up toward your window, half expecting to see you through the glass. Even in the midst of his comrades, he finds a way to give you an ounce of attention. He shakes his head momentarily, already scolding you without knowing what youâre supposed to be doing. Jimin knows looking for him isnât on your agenda, you purposely put him there.
âFor me to do that,â â you hear the voice of your maid â âI need you to get out of your chair and into your washroom.â
A small frown carves into your face when Jimin circles his finger in the air and directs you to turn around, go back to your business. He knows heâs escorting you tonight at the party, you will see him later. To make his point come across sternly, he disassociates his eye contact â bringing his attention back to his other peers and away from you.
âPrincess,â your maid bids you once again.
Reluctant to leave your post at the window, you stand up regardless. You have a long night ahead of you while the castle starts to fill up with guests for your younger brotherâs birthday party.
You canât be bothered with the chattering staff or the nuisance of guests who flutter around the halls of your familyâs castle. Each moment you find open to run away, to a quieter place and away from their eyes, you take it. Swiftly moving left and right until you can find your favorite spots to hide since you were a child.Â
One of which happens to be past the hallway of family portraits. If you travel far enough you find yourself at a dead end. With cabinets, paintings, and curtains outlining every inch of the stone walls. Torches are lit to illuminate the surrounding areas, bringing light to the beautiful surroundings.
But little do most know, that behind painting number two â the one in the golden frame with green shrubbery and a little boy playing the flute â lies a secret behind it. You just need to get here without anyone seeing you sneak in. Thereâs no point in a secret hideout if you accidentally show it to other guests.
You wait for the time, seeing when that end of the hall becomes vacant and people rush toward the call of the buffet lines. The small talk you make with a few distant relatives is only an act, pretending to walk along with them but slipping away when you find your moment to.
Pressing lightly, the nook of a room behind the large painting greets you. Itâs closet sized, filled with a few pieces of your past and littered in dust from lack of touch. Tarps are draped over unused furniture; youâre thankful that this hideout is never really used. The painting that acts as a door allows you a small peeping eyehole to look out and judge when you can come out.
The silver dress you picked for tonight's gathering is a smart choice for you; youâre able to sit down comfortably without restriction. You love the look of a free-flowing gown, falling nicely with the way you walk. Patting off a layer of dust from a chair, youâre able to seat yourself as you take an old notebook in your hand.
Small doodles linger on the pages, all drawn by your younger self. You remember each of them, no matter how terrible they may look. Itâs how you pass time while hiding in here. The low lighting from the cracks of the portrait gives you most of your light source, and occasionally you will add flame to the candle that rests on the top of the desk beside you.
You scowl at the dried black ink next to the quill pen, the feather beaten up and torn. Itâs been years since youâve last touched it. Maybe browsing through all the pages of your books wonât be so bad as you loiter in your small den.
âPrincess Y/n.â
A spark of panic zaps through you like lightning in the sky on a stormy day. Surprised by the voice of none other than Jimin, your personal royal guard. You watch as fingers curl around the edge of the portrait-door and a beautiful, yet stern, face peeks through. His amber eyes catch you as they squint at your mischievous behavior.Â
âI knew you would be hiding somewhere.â He comments as he pushes himself through the opening and into the room. Jimin wears the guards festive wear, a beautiful pink etched coat with cream leather hide armor. Heâs sure to close the door behind him; heâs more stealthy than you can ever be. âAre you upset?â
âNo,â you turn your head back to the book in your hands. The weight of his gaze on you is nearly suffocating. âI simply wanted solitude.â
âYou know you are to be returned. Theyâre calling upon your brother shortly for his ceremony. Itâs a big event for him,â his tone is low but he maintains a soft tenor to it. Jimin is far too kind toward you even though heâs meant to be a guard and nothing more. His exterior has toughened over the years, as it should to fill his part. Although, the sweeter half of him sticks out to you and perhaps thatâs what youâve held onto all these years.
âSadly, I know.â You shut your eyes and sigh heavily, âIâm not quite in the celebratory mood. I would much prefer to be in my chambers.â
âThatâs selfish of you.â Jiminâs hand comes to take away your book, placing it on the desk where it belongs. He bends down to level his face with yours. âYou should be happy for your brother, heâs of age to carry out duties now. To be what he needs to be. Something you should understand.â
You hear the underlying hint Jimin gives you. Heâs softly scolding you, as usual.Â
At first you say nothing in response. Downcasting your eyes to your empty hands as you think what can be said to counter him, but you draw nothing.
Youâre the third child in the family of four. A role where you feel invisible and forgotten. Always having second bests and hand-me-downs. Once your brother, who is a few years younger than you, sprouted from the womb of your mother â all chances of your favor flew out the window. As a male in this royal world is keen, any daughter is denied the spotlight. But you never craved a place to rule, or to do what a princess must do. Your oldest sister, the most responsible one of all, desires that for herself. You see it in the way she presents herself. Aces every test and diplomacy role she is given.
The second oldest is the fairest, she didn't need to do much to gain the popularity or attention she is given. It comes so unfairly natural to her thanks to the outstanding looks sheâs been blessed with. A privilege only few and far between are given. Life for her is as simple as breathing, all she needs to do is point and ask.
Your younger brother is everything that your father waited for. Of course, your father, the King, treats all his children with love and passion. Keeps you sheltered, fed, and protected. However, the moment he received a bouncing baby boy â that tears any favoritism away from you or your sisters. A male has an unfair advantage in the royal family, itâs just how the world is.
âPrincess ââ
ââ I know,â you unwillingly stand up from your chair. Jimin straightens himself as well, taken aback by your swift movement. âI want to retire after his ceremony,â you say curtly.
You take a single step toward the door as your hand reaches out to push against it, Jiminâs hand grabs your wrist gently, like catching a delicate rose. Softly, he lowers your arm down as he steps before you with a concerned look on his face. His eyes search for signs of distress on your face.
âYouâre upset,â he affirms.
âNothing works in my favor,â you address with a choleric tone. Anger isnât something you want resting on the surface, but itâs leaking out of the seams of your composure. âSometimes, I truly despise being a royal daughter.â
You stare at the digits wrapped around your wrist, noticing how Jimin hasnât let go of you yet. It feels cruel how you wish there was more meaning to the contact. Why canât he hold you the way you long for him to?
Your eyes meet his with confusion and sadness. The pretty amber color still stands out in the low lighting, theyâre beautiful to stare at. But you canât read whatâs going on in his mind.Â
Jimin feels your sadness. He is connected to you deeply, little do you know. You can never know. Itâs safer this way. Slowly, he releases your wrist letting his fingertips be the last thing that brushes against your skin. He can only comfort you so much without overstepping his boundaries. If he capsizes every time you give him those hopeless eyes, heâll lose his placement in the guard and lose you indefinitely.
âPlease,â he breathes, âWe must go.â
Jimin pushes the hatch open steadily, peering out through the eyehole to make sure the coast is clear to sneak back into the festivities. He leaves space between the two of you as you walk side-by-side.
Silent tension surrounds you as your heels click with every step you take. Thereâs a dullness in your eyes, a lack of enthusiasm the closer you approach the center of the party. The amount of people here drains you even as you wear a kind smile.
Your little brotherâs coronation will go quickly, you hope. Jiminâs words resound in your head, causing you to reflect on what he said.
âThatâs selfish of you.â
You make your way to your designated chair at the family table quietly. The talks and commotions between the castleâs guests, family from far and wide, donât phase you as you blur out the noise. The red liquid poured graciously in a chalice beside you becomes your saving grace; your delicate fingers grasp the cup and run over the smooth jewels embedded on the sides.
Your eyes find Jiminâs across the crowded room as he stands on guard near one of the walls. His hand rests over the handle of his sword casually, a weapon they choose first before shifting as a last resort. He can read the longing in your eyes with a mix of desperation and gloom.Â
You wait to see his expected disapproving look. The one that tells you to pay attention to something else other than him â but you donât. He stuns you confused as, instead of his typical stern look, he looks down at the ground. Deep in thought.
Are you truly selfish when nobody around you is selfless?
Your chamber is a sanctuary. Filled with all the necessities you need to live like royalty. An abundant amount of candles have been lit to brighten the room, giving it a soft aura.Â
You wear your hair down, untied from the tight braids you wore for the majority of the night. Your nightgown, cream in color and silk to the touch, is loose in all the right places. The ceremony took its time as you waited to retire for the night with the little patience you have left. Youâre positive plenty of men are still celebrating at their feast.Â
Maybe tomorrow will be a better day.
A loud thud shakes the doors to your room, a verbal grunt can be heard. You look over at your maid who does the same as she slowly walks toward the noise. There's a scurry of traffic beyond your door as the two of you try to make out the words that are being shouted. You take a step with her, but with that single step you catch a glimpse of something out of the corner of your eye. Through the window you see a flash of red light. Smoke rises as pieces of the garden have been lit to flame. Upon closer inspection, you peer down your window into the once beautiful scenery to find brawls of fights. Men fighting enemies with swords, crossbows and guns.
Another thump hits the outside of your chamberâs doors and you twist your head to see your maid inches away from the handle, ready to pull.
âDonât!â You turn frantic to shout at her.
But it is too late. Your maid already has her hand twisting the handle to pull the door open. But a force pressed the door faster than she anticipated â a body of a man standing guard slumped against the doorframe and now falling to the floor. A wound across his neck as blood smears across your familyâs sigil on his leather chest plate.
Both you and your maid screech at the sight as you back away from the door. You can hear the commotion louder now as bodies rush past the halls as they run away from the intruders.
âHide!â Your maid shoos you quickly and frantically while her first attempt of shutting your chamberâs door fails.
Youâre not given a moment to think before you watch as two ruffians walk up to the door, one holding a flamed torch and a hand dagger as the other holds a handgun. Theyâre dirty from appearance, wearing torn up clothes but come armed with weapons that look like they belong to someone wealthy. They smile evilly, curling their lips at the sight of you as they advance on your maid.
âThereâs a royal,â one comments in a ghoulish tone. They step over the body below them like itâs a fallen tree trunk. They laugh among each other, giggling at whatever is playing on in their minds. You definitely do not wish to know.
Your maid twists away, hoisting her skirt up high enough to let her legs lounge as she begins to run toward you. It provokes one of the men, making him chase her immediately as he finds it funny to stalk her. Threaten her with the slices he mimics with his dagger in the air.
Slowly, your feet have backed up along the path of your room. You make sure you keep as much furniture between you and the intruders. Your eyes remain open wide, trying so hard not to blink and miss any sudden movements.
You feel small compared to the manâs stature as he creeps closer and closer to you. Hectically, your hands reach around the tops of dressers and tables to find anything to use as a weapon. A letter opener? A pen? Anything to defend yourself from whoever these men are who impose your safe space.
More screams and shouts can be heard throughout the castle halls and outside. The place is being run down with bandits, unknown persons who you cannot identify from first glance. They wear close to all black attire, worn down from several years. Protected by pads and suitable armor, as if they collected stolen pieces and placed them together.
You hold your arms closer to your body with the heat of the males heavy gaze on you. His eyes look bloodshot as he studies your options of escape.
âCome here little royal,â he sneers while his beaten up boots scuff across the floor.
Your maid is chased across the wall, quickly making her way toward you as the other man follows her like a hunter. Herding his prey together before they set to kill.
They rush the two of you, forcing you to nearly trip over your own feet as your gown betrays you while you step on the very end of it. A small rip of fabric resounds but youâre in too much of a haste to notice from where.
Your maid screams in horror as you yell out for help. Your bodies fumble across the expanse of your chamberâs, trying to find the opportunity to rush out of the door if you can. To escape the men who run after you.
Where are the rest of your guards? What is happening and why are your werewolf guards not attacking? Who are these men and what do they have to attack the castle with? In all your years on this planet, youâve never been caught in a situation like this. No intruder has ever made it past the front gates until now.
A knife is thrown in your direction, missing you but landing straight into the wall beside your head.
âOops, guess I need to try that again,â you hear the male speak with malicious intent.
The other has gained enough momentum to grab your maid, pull her in as she struggles to fight him off. Heâs rough, holding her arms as he pushes her against the wall. You're already rushing to her side, using your fists to hit the man on his arm and back.
âGet off of her!â you bawl, throwing your fist at him as fast as possible.
A hand grips your hair, yanking you back away from the two and onto the closest table. Your back hits the surface hard as the man presses you down. He threatens you with a dagger pointed at your face as his other hand holds you down by your shoulder.
The brute force immediately makes your eyes water as you stare up at the man in fear. You wrap your hands around his wrists to push him off, holding him off for as long as you can. Your kicks and screams do nothing to phase him, only fuels him.
You feel his hand slide to your throat; latch his ugly, dirty fingers around your neck. Itâs brief, like a flash of lightning. But just as soon as he repositions himself, an arrow shoots straight into his head. Visibly shaken, you struggle to process the vicious man above you losing the life he has.
Your efforts of pushing begin to work as his lack of strength weakens by the second. A final push, not made by you â but from your personal guard, Jimin, knocks the man entirely off of you. Heâs quick, already primed and prepped to shoot the other ruffian the second he turns away from your maid and to see his comrade passed out on the floor. Jimin launches another arrow with a flick of his finger, a perfect shot.
Both ruthless and merciless men seem to be dead, fallen to the floor of your chamberâs as pools of blood leak from their bodies.
You and your maid tremble in fear and anxiety. Frightened at the series of events and how the two of you were nearly brutally attacked.
Jimin wears streaks of blood across his face as his hair falls out of place. His beautifully tailored festive armor is now beaten and destroyed with stains. You look at him with confusion and anguish as reality sets in.
âJimin,â you cry out in a broken sob. Your throat tightens and feels as if itâs being pricked by a dozen thorns while your hand runs up to touch the area where the man laid his fingers on.
âIâm sorry,â are the first words out of his mouth. Solemn and saddened. But heâs relieved to be here for you, even if he is cutting it short and close to being a second too late.Â
It isnât his fault the castle has been blindsided and an evil group has snuck their way inside its walls and started a reign of terror. But he takes blame for not being at your side every second that he should have been. Instead, he rushed to the frontlines once called upon. Tried to stop the invasion from penetrating deeper into the castle.Â
In most cases this strategy works, but unfortunately tonight â it doesnât.
But as the fighting continues and larger groups of people begin rushing in from all areas of the castle â equipped with tainted metals containing mountain ash and wolfsbane â the royal guards are not as prepared. A minor setback, yet it almost costs your life.
âI came as soon as I could,â he steps closer to you with sympathetic eyes. Heâs hurt, more worried about how you are as he feels your dread and fear. âIâm so sorry.â
Thereâs still many battles being fought throughout the castle. People being slayed as guards protect as much as they can. Jimin helps you stand straight, holding you close to him as heâs escorting both your maid and you out of your chamberâs.
âJimin,â you repeat as you hold onto him, wrapping your hands desperately around him. âWho are they?â
He brings the two of you deeper into your chamber, rushing you to a secret doorway that leads to a hidden passage. Your castle is littered with these; most guards know several entrances but not a lot of exits. Itâs a maze down there; dark, cold, and gloomy as well. As a child, you would wander through some just to see how far you could reach without cowering out.
âThey must be from the South. Theyâre fighting with wolfsbane. Their weapons are laced with it.â
Itâs common knowledge that wolfsbane is rare near these grounds. Itâs ordinary for them to grow down South, but they can be imported. Your family is known for being guarded by werewolves; so an attack like this must be heavily planned.
âRemember the passageways?â Jimin grunts as he pushes both you and your maid toward a panel against the wall. Itâs colored like an archway, but the third one can be open with a twist of a lever. Specifically the sconce hanging to the left of it. âI need you to escape through them.â
You hear the falter in Jiminâs voice momentarily, how he sounds like he staggered his breath.
âAre you hurt?â You ask alarmingly. Your eyes frantically scan over his exterior, looking for any noticeable signs of a wound.
âPrincess, I need you to go through the passageways,â he turns the lighting fixture swiftly. The secret door clicks open, a cool gust of air puffs through and hits against your skin. âDonât worry about me. I need to protect you and the rest of your family.â
Your maid understands, already stepping through as sheâs pulling you with her. Jimn is a guard, he needs to go and maintain his duty. Your maid is a servant â she is here to assist you until she can no longer. She begs you to step quickly, down the stone stairs into the pit of the passages.
âJimin, no!â You grip tighter on his forearm as he tries to shrug you off of him. Blood tarnishes your cream colored nightgown as youâre pulled away from Jimin. It must be from those Jimin has fought already. âCome with me!â
Jimin takes your chin in his hand and inspects the distress on your face. Even when rushed, worried about your safety and life, he looks at you like heâs lost in your eyes. The gentle touch of his fingertips feels serene, featherlight even though theyâre calloused through the years of combat.Â
Heâs moving you back into the passageway, gripping the door with his other hand to shut it on you when the moment comes. Thereâs displeasure spilling out of him only because he is infuriated by the way you stubbornly wonât see the concern for yourself.
âI need to protect the family. This is me protecting you,â he speaks sternly. âPlease listen to me, princess,â he exhales slowly. His eyes flicker across your features with tenderness, âI am not losing you. Use the passageways,â he reminds you. âExit at the stables. I will meet you there. You know which way to go?â
You stare at him dumbfounded at first. Like time is slowing down, but you cannot shake the feeling that you wonât see him again. You donât feel convinced.
âB-But ââ
âGo!â Jimin practically growls out his demand to you. In an instant, his amber eyes shine with a blue ring around his irises. Itâs the first time Jimin has ever used that timbre with you, making you jolt away with shock.Â
He warns you to watch your step and stay on the correct path toward the stables. Keep close to your maid and stay quiet. He rips off his cavalier shoulder cape, draping it around your shoulders to keep you warm as you descend into the chilly pathways. Jimin closes the door promptly, forcing you to turn with your maid and to escape to safety. Your heart ricochettes inside your chest, pounding erratically as you rush.
Throughout the narrow hallways, dripping with leaking water spouts and cobwebs, you hear the signs of savage wolf growls and barks as your royal guard begin shifting as their last resort. Cries of pain and fighting scare you further as you follow the lead of your maid, wondering how youâll survive what comes ahead. The thin slippers still on your feet dampen with every hurried step you take as you hold Jiminâs cape tighter against your frame to stay as warm as possible.
âI am not losing you,â replays inside your head and inside your heart.
Moonlight shines from above as your maid cracks open a hardened rock exitway. You came across many forks in the maze of the castle's passageways, but you remember from your past the correct ways to take. The two of you are at the stables, you can smell the mixture of horse and hay in the air. The area is unhit from the onslaught of violence for now.
âShall we take a horse?â Your maid suggests as she creeps behind a bundle of stacked hay.
âJimin said heâll meet us here,â you remind her.Â
The chill of the outside runs straight through your body. You curse to yourself at your poor choice of attire.
Together, the two of you watch the distance of all the violence. You see bloodshed with many reinforcements coming from every side of the castle. The thought of Jimin being caught in this mess sends a shiver down your spine. Wolves â your family's guards â have shifted to their creature form. Theyâre larger than any wild wolf; standing on all four limbs taller than most humans.Â
Theyâre very swift at responding to the attackers, taking them out one by one. But you know the attackers are fighting against them with poisonous tactics â an advantage to go against such beasts. With these weapons, the werewolves near invulnerability, speed, and strengths are weakened once hit with the toxins. You can already witness it with a few of your guards.
âWeâre still inside the castle walls, Princess. We need to get out of here fast,â she insists. Her eyes scan around for an opening, an escape route for the two of you. Youâll have to be fast.
âHe knows we are here!â You yell at her in a hushed tone. âIâm not leaving unless itâs with ââ
Just as you attempt to finish your sentence, the loud sound of wood snapping through the entrance door interrupts you. Men rush in, manically screaming in an uproar as the flames of their torches begin touching the fodder in the stables. Setting the straw ablaze in a matter of seconds.
You and your maid slouch back into a corner, away from view for as long as you can. Horses neigh with anger, jumping and kicking as the brightness and heat of fire creeps toward them. You cannot fathom the thought of losing these beautiful warhorses as theyâre each tied to their own box.
âRelease them,â you whisper to your maid before you frantically get up from your position and reach for the first horse.
Your soft hands flick up the lever to the wooden door, opening it up for the horse to run through and stumble toward the exit of the stables.
The maid begs you to stay hidden, but you refuse with stubbornness. In the same breath, you hear a shriek from her as you are in the midst of lifting another lever. The attackers have noticed her and shortly spot you as well.
She looks at you with panic, âRun!â
In seconds, she is being grabbed once again by these aggressors. Forced down with a hard shove as she hits the ground. You shout, scream, and cry at the men who flock over toward her. A pitchfork near you is the first thing you see to use as a weapon. Surely you can scare someone off with the points of the tines.Â
A bellowful growl grows from a stampede of three wolves bursting onto the scene. Theyâre far too fast for your eyes to keep up, seeing flashes of their fur dashing around you to strike your attackers. Their teeth bare as they snarl and bite into the flesh of the men, claws digging through the fabrics and skin.
One wolf is nearly all black, slicked fur making it shine in the night. Another has a warm russet color, speckled with hues of beige but warm under the ember of the fires around you. The last wolf is your wolf â you know him far too well. Brighter shades of light brown are in his face as the rest of his pelt darkens into a deep dark, chocolate color. His amber eyes, now sparked with blue, casts over to you briefly as he takes out an enemy, his paw stepping hard against his chest and pressing down.
Itâs like whiplash with how fast the royal guards cleared out the stables as the fire consumes the fixtures around you. Smoke fills the air, rising heavily as thick clouds form. Pieces of the loft areas begin to break and fall as the other roped up horses huff and puff.
The stark black wolf is the one lifting your maid off the ground as it nudges her. Sheâs wounded, you can tell as red covers the fabric of her left arm. You take a step toward her, wanting to console and help â but in return you are barked at by Jimin. He rushes toward you, his speed frightening you as you backpedal away from the area. He stares hard at you, growling in a low tone as ashes fall behind him.
Heâs moving you away, wanting you out of the area. The other two wolves bark in his direction, some form of communication you cannot understand as Jimin glances back and responds with his own call.Â
The russet colored wolf jumps toward Jimin as you watch your maid latch onto the black fur of the other. She gives you a sympathetic look, mouthing the words âget out of hereâ to you.
A large beam from above falls and crashes in the middle of the stables, breaking other fixtures in its path. Emberâs rise from the burning building with a massive gust of wind as you turn your face away from the crash.
âJimin!â You cough as your arms shield you. Your eyes tickle in pain from the smoke, the fireâs brightness doesnât help either.
You can feel the brush of fur against you as a heavy body presses into your front. You smell the wilderness immediately as you fall forward, burying your face and arms into Jiminâs coat. He nudges you with his shoulder and a grunt. Somehow able to understand what heâs saying.
Quickly, you pull yourself up along his back like one would do for a horse. Your face remains embedded into his fur as you wrap your arms around his neck, hooking your fists onto his coat to anchor yourself.
You move with the russet colored wolf as he clears out the path ahead of you and Jimin. Taking down any attacker standing in the path to escape. Itâs difficult to hold onto a wolf, feeling your limbs tighten around Jimin as hard as you possibly can just to stay on top as he dashes through the terrain.
His goal is to get you out of here safely, remove you from the premises. He brings you farther and farther away from the castle and closer to the woods. The last glimpse you dare to make shows you the image of the russet wolf turning back toward the scorched castle grounds.
You pray for the good safety of everyone. Hope the castle is still together after the royal guard protects and saves the night.
Itâs freezing as Jimin runs through the thicket of the wilderness, deeper than you ever dare to go alone. You keep your head down, pressed into his back as bitter cold breezes over the surfaces of your body that aren't protected by Jiminâs warmth. The nightgown you wear is thin, not topped with layers among layers of fabrics and wiring like a corseted dress would have. Not to mention the tingling burn to your bare feet as the winter air touches them. But he is warm. A heated beast beneath you, emitting a comforting temperature the more your fingers curl into the roots of his bristle fur.
His breath is labored, chest heaving as his limbs carry you fast. Jimin zips through the rough terrain of the earthy woods, jumping and dodging the obstacles in his way. You fear the tightness of your muscles as you cling on to him, feeling the exhaust of your body as they sore.
Youâre not sure how long youâve been a passenger on Jiminâs back. Everything has happened so quickly. It isnât until you hear the noises of strangers. The padding of snow under Jiminâs paws begins sounding different. Now stepping on hardened ground.
Your eyes blink open as you take in the surroundings passing by. Glowing lights in tapered windows of wooden cabins flash in seconds. Secured doors and moss growth along the sides of several cabin-like housings.Â
Jimin leads with a howl, rushing toward the only place he knows will keep you the most protected. He slows his pace as he draws near, beckoning with a warning call for the door to swing open and allow him in. You find yourself entering with him, a soft warmth from a low burning fireplace greets you as the two of you enter.
You feel the way Jimin stumbles, his body catching up with how taxed he must be. The way his shoulders shrug tells you to dismount him as his mouth pants labored breaths. Carefully, you slide until your toes touch the floor below you.
âJimin?â Your first concern comes out worriedly. Your hands still roam his fur as you notice the warmth of red liquid staining your palms â even pieces of your clothes. Itâs enough to make you feel uneasy about the open wounds you fail to find through his pelt.
Heâs quick to move from you, tripping over himself as he walks deeper toward the back of the cabin. A low growl rumbles from his chest as a warning, unwanted contact from you.
You take a step to follow him, seeing how hurt he is â it only wrenches your heart tighter. Your eyes grow wider the further he steps away from you, scurrying himself as he barks in the air for help.
A soft pair of hands hold onto your elbow, keeping you from the beast in pain. You snap your head toward the contact, searching for the reason why youâve been halted.
âDonât.â A woman with dark, long wavy hair speaks in a low tone. Her skin is aged but glows beautifully. Bundled up in layered clothes, she wears a worried look just like you. But itâs because she is stressed about your concern over the wolf in agony. âHe will be alright.â
The door behind her has already been shut tight as the woman urges you to sit on the closest couch. Your eyes flick back to Jimin who continues to pad down the end of the hallway, twisting into a new shape as his body slowly transforms back into a human state. Itâs an image you never expected to see, completely magical and out of this world as you catch glimpses of a wolf morphing into man.
His deep groans turn more audible as his real voice is able to break free.
âWolfsbane ââ he curses out into the open as heâs hunched over. He breathes heavily, open mouth catching air for his lungs as his fingers now claw at the bloody abrasion on the left side of his chest.
From your spot on the sofa, you witness Jimin suffering in a fetal position with no clothes. Heâs turned to the side, hiding what he can in his vulnerable state. His long hair, usually kept neatly pulled back, falls dramatically across his face. His nose scrunches as his lips pull back to show his seething teeth.
âJimin!â You begin to stand up, but the woman holds her hands out before you.
âStay, Princess! Please!â Her voice is soft.
She tries her best to be respectful, honoring your title even in the severity of a situation. âIâm his mother.â She claims before gripping a knitted wool blanket off the back of a chair and rushing over to her son.
You blink, stunned as you process all the movements and information playing out in front of you.
Jimin coughs as his head presses into the floor. You watch in horror the way Jiminâs body rejects the burn of the wolfsbane that entered his system. Jerking and moving in his place as some mystical natured element helps overcome his pain. Jiminâs mother places the blanket over Jimin, shielding him from your innocent eyes. She squats beside him, hand placing over his forehead as his face twists with strain.
âFight it,â she encourages as she pushes back his bangs to inspect his eyes. Theyâre reddened on the edges. The infection attacks deeply within him. His blue shiny irises that come out when he taps into his wolf form is stationary, shining brightly as he internally battles the poisonous herb. âPush it out, you can do it.â
You catch him staring at you as he overcomes this annoyance. Itâs not enough to be deadly for him, but it is a good amount to weaken his overall state for the time being. His body fights to heal properly, but heâll be ready soon.
The first initial wave of pain eases on Jimin. You donât notice it due to the blanket covering his body, but a small pool of tainted blood leaks out of his wound. Spoiled by the wretched poison. Itâs what his body needs to do, reject it and remove it entirely from him.
âCan I help in any way?â You stand and step toward him as his panting calms.
âNo, no!â Jiminâs motherâs hands shoot out, shooing you. âYou donât need to do anything! His body is healing,â she reassures. âIt may not make any sense, but he is going to be good. Just give him some time. Wolves have an accelerated healing power.â
âBut ââ you begin to counter. You feel helpless, powerless. Your heart hurts from seeing Jimin in such a distraught state. You canât shake the image out of your head.
âStop,â you hear Jimin breathing out. His tenor voice aching as his body shivers. âStay over there,â he begs. âJust give me a second, Princess.â
All you can do is wait. Watch the way the man you care for struggles with himself as his supernatural body convulses and kicks out the vicious wolfsbane as he rapidly recovers. His grunts and groans do nothing to help, making you worry even more.Â
When Jimin finally settles, he lays limp on the floor. Relief washes over him as the surging pain seizes and his body begins to feel like normal once again. Sweat has slickened the roots of his hair, surely the rest of his skin expelled other toxins.
He starts to lift himself off the floor, using his arms to push him up to a sitting position first â then enough to stand. He clutches the blanket around him. Holding it tight around his waist and covering his lower region.
âTake your time,â his mother whispers. She, too, stands with him. Using her hands to help guide him if he wavers on his feet. Heâs taller than her, but you can tell sheâs strong from the way she helps hold her son up.
âI have to go back,â he says to her, but stares at you.
Jimin takes a few tentative steps until he catches the motion easilier. He walks over to you in concern, abandoning the dripped blood on the floorboard from where he once laid. You're shivering in place, not realizing it yourself.
âMom, would you mind finding something the princess can change into? Clean her up a little as well?â
You waste no time rushing yourself to him regardless of Jimin pleading for you not to. That doesnât stop the way your arms wrap around his torso, feeling the warmth of his smooth skin as you hold him. Your head curls into his shoulder as his free arm surrounds your back, pulling you against him.
âPlease, be good. Back up,â he slowly walks you in his embrace.Â
You feel the rumble of his voice through his chest as you press desperately against him, not wanting to let him go just yet. Heâs homely like your favorite hiding place back in the castle or the comfort of your bed after a long day of duties. It feels right to be with him as your mind speaks these words of nonsense.
âDonât leave again,â you beg as your heartstrings twinge with sadness. You think latching onto Jimin even more would be the answer of his choice, but alas it is not. His arm is placing you down on the sofa for you to sit as he kneels on the floor. Even when you try grabbing at him, he politely pushes your hands away.
âMom,â Jimin calls out as his hands grip the bottoms of your bare feet. He runs his palms across them, feeling how frigid theyâve become. Jimin ignores the way your cold hands try to turn his head to look up at you, stubbornly keeping it down and focused on your toes. When he fails to hear a response, he shouts again, âMom!â
âJimin!â You call to get his attention, fingers running through his thick locks to expose his face. Cupping his cheeks doesnât suffice either, even your attempt to tilt his jaw fails. He isnât budging from his position.
His mother comes out of another room with an abundant amount of clothes. Each of them look heavy, thick. Enough to hopefully keep you bundled up in the chill of a winterâs night.
Jimin squeezes your feet with his hands, trying to circulate more blood flow as he tries to warm you. He suffers knowing youâre freezing, not in an ideal state. But he can also feel the way your heart pangs with confusion and hurt. He can smell the fear radiating off of your body as you process so much.
âWould you mind changing into these?â His mother comes into your view. She begins placing pieces out in order to dress. Layers ready at your will. âI can wash your nightgown. Rid you of those stains. I can try patching up the tears in your skirt.â
The doleful look in your eyes tells her enough at one glance. She sighs as a tear trickles down the bridge of your nose.
âWhy wonât you look at me?â Your voice cracks mid sentence as you stare helplessly at Jimin.
Itâs languid the way his eyes flick up to you, shrouded with sadness behind his lashes.
âYouâre freezing,â he states.
âIâm more hurt that you wonât let me do anything for you,â you respond with irritation. âIâm fine. Youâre not.â You gesture to his exposed chest, muddied with swipes of blood on his left side.
âThereâs nothing there anymore. The wound is sealed already. Itâs just drying blood.â
He looks down back at your feet, finally noticing his stained hands â how heâs holding you with his own filth. The thought upsets him entirely.
Abruptly, Jimin stands. Turning away from you and rushing over to the fireplace to place more wood in the burning embers. He tightens the blanket around his waist, pacing across the floor of the cabin for anything he thinks you need before he departs.
âRun a bath,â he tells his mother. âItâll warm her up faster. Then she can change into the clean clothes.â
âI donât want that,â you speak. âIâll take the clothes as they are. But Jimin ââ
ââ I need to go back,â he whips around in his spot. Jimin is fast on his feet, gathering some more blankets and gripping your hand. âMy old room is just over here. Make yourself at home. I know this isnât ideal but it will keep you safe and warm. My mother,â Jimin glances over at her, âSheâll be a great help. Please, take care of the Princess before I return.â
You rip your hand away from Jimin while stubbornly holding your place on the couch. Itâs an act you never suspected yourself to do so harshly. The appalled look on your face puzzles Jimin. Makes him look down at you in silence, awaiting for you to speak.
âNo,â you stare back. âWhy canât you just stay?â
âI have a duty,â he responds just as fast. âOne to serve the royal family.â
âI am the royal family!â
âI am a part of the entire pack fighting for the kingdom right now. I must be with them.â
The frustration causes your blood to boil under your skin. Heat rises to your cheeks as anger takes over. Heâs staring you down. Jimin is right after all. But yet again, without him even speaking, you can hear his voice repeat the words âthatâs selfish of youâ. It rattles inside your head as your lips quiver with emotion.
You turn your head, eyes filled with sorrow dropping to your lap. The scolding fire from his bright eyes hurts you deeply. Yet he doesnât have intentions to upset you, Jimin only wants to protect you.
âGo.â
The single word comes out so cold, so unlike your usual tone. It catches Jimin off guard.
The entire time Jiminâs mother stands in silence, trying to read the room herself as the two of you cast a tense environment. She has no place to utter a single word, not here. For a moment, she shares a cautious glance with her son. Something in her eyes that tells him that he needs to do something â say something.
âPrin ââ
ââ I do not want to see you.â Your voice sounds meek, on edge of falling over in the pool of emotion laying inside of you. If only he can understand how important youâve made him in your life. How special he is and the comfort that comes with him when heâs around. Imagining him returning beaten up again bothers you. Thinking he might not come back at all is even worse.
âJust, go.â You command.
âY/n,â Jimin speaks in a gentle voice. He steps closer to you with a heavy heart, âIâm sorry.â Slowly, he leans down to level his head with yours. Itâs alright with him that you refuse to look back. Jimin knows he has your attention regardless. You feel the soft graze of his knuckle run along the edge of your jaw, surprised from the tender touch. âI really am sorry,â he smiles faintly as he leans in just enough to place his plump lips delicately on your temple.
Jimin leaves your side, turns on his heel and swiftly moves out the front door. Itâs a rush from the way his body forms back into wolf and his paws press into the ground, carrying him further away from you. He wants to be here for you, but his loyalty lies deep to the guards and your family. Jimin knows you are safe, under the protection of his mother and the community surrounding the cabin. He would never just leave you.
A gust of wind blows in from outside, the chill reminding you how low the temperatures are. Jiminâs mother kindly shuts and locks the door. Silence stills softly in the ambiance of the crackling fireplace.
It breaks you knowing Jimin isnât staying by your side. The rational side of your brain screams at you, telling you he is doing the right thing. But the emotional soft boundaries you have, that are more tender than a baby bird, weakens the further Jimin is. Like a piece of your heart constantly stripping from you. Cracking and bleeding from unreciprocated love.
The gentle face of Jiminâs mother approaches you, her soft hand places it upon your shoulder to gain your attention.
âPrincess,â she begins with a kind tone. âPlease know, weâll do anything to protect you. Youâre in a safe place now. My name is Mira. Letâs have you change into something warmer. I can make some tea as well.â
Her words do not stop the slow streams of tears dripping from your face. You wipe away each of them the moment they pass the curve of your cheeks, frustration and heartbreak laying deep within you.
When will he come back, you begin to wonder. Will he come back? Flashes of the ruffians and ruthlessness they project remind you how dangerous they are. What damages have they done with your family's castle? To your precious belongings?
And then it reminds you⊠You havenât thought about your family. Your father and siblings, are they safe and sound? Are they escorted off the property by the guards as they clean up the mess of the intruders? How selfish of you, truly, to only think of yourself and Jimin.
Your realization serves you like the small piece of bread and tea served to you on a platter from Mira. It makes you cry more about how childish and foolish your mind is.
âHe does love you,â Mira speaks again. Her eyes crinkle with wrinkles as she smiles. âHe does the things he does because he loves you.â
Jimin yearns to return to your side the moment his feet step out of his childhood home. He rushes back to the castle grounds, reconnecting with the king's royal guard and abolishing any trespasser standing in his way. He fought for hours with righteousness and duty, tearing apart men limb from limb as he dodges the poisonous silver weapons laced with a venomous herb. When the time comes that the invasion of hoodlums either retreat or have been eliminated by the brute force of the royal guard â Jimin doesnât hesitate to rush back to you.Â
Heâs been given the blessing from his higher-ups. Notified that the castle will be on high alert while the rest of your family has been scattered to their own locations of safety. They too have their own personal guards who stand their grounds and hover their sides. What matters now is that the kingdom is still intact even after such a brutal attack. They are not overthrown and they will continue on as supreme rulers.
As for any hostages held from the invaders, they will be judged appropriately and prodded for questions and answers before the royal court. Jimin has seen this many times, but never to this extent. This is the first time in his line of duty that the castle was attacked â but he is thankful for the outcome.
He wouldnât know what would have happened if it turned out different.
His chest heaves with heavy breaths as he slows his pace the moment his eyes lay on the door to his motherâs house. Inside he knows you are waiting, impatiently he assumes. But seeing your face again will give him a sense of relief. A calming vortex that sinks deep inside his body and warms his nerves.
Jiminâs blood pumps in his ears as he calls out to his mother in the form of telepathy â a unique trait wolves have with one another. An inner circle of connections that allows wolves to speak to other wolves. Mira is ready by the door, twisting the handle and allowing Jimin a swift entrance into the house.
He tries to step quietly as his heavy wolf form causes the wood flooring to creak under his steps. His pads resound a soft thud as he walks. At first, he expects to walk straight to his room as he remembered he offered you his place to rest. But as his nose picks up your immediate scent, he realizes that youâre still resting on the couch right in front of the fire.
âShe hasnât moved,â Mira murmurs under her breath. Jiminâs mother stayed up all hours he was gone, watching and keeping you company. âIâve given her plenty of tea and washed her face with a heated cloth. Iâve kept adding more wood to the fire to help. Even in her sleep, she still shivers. She may have hypothermia,â she warns.
He wouldnât put it past him if this is the case. You were never made for enduring February winters in just a nightgown after all. Barefooted may he add.
Jimin walks over you, his nose sniffing at your skin to seek any discomfort your body may radiate. You lay there bundled up as much as you can under heavy fabrics of wool and fur. Jimin smiles to himself fondly as he sees the way you tuck your chin into the blanket and cover your nose.
A tentative look is shared between Jimin and his mother before he nudges his head against your arms.
You rouse from your slumber momentarily and your immediate reaction is to tighten your body and move to a more comfortable position. However, Jimin doesnât allow you. He nudges you again and this time he digs his nose between the crack of your arms, prying them open so he can slot his head through and force your arm around his neck.
Mumbling in your sleep, you groan at the annoyance of being woken up. But when you feel the soft bristles of fur against your face and the undeniable warmth coming from them, you cling onto whatever is pressing against you.
It wakes you further. Enough to make you register enough to know Jimin is in your arms right now. Your fingers cling onto him tightly, screwing them into knots as you inhale deeply into the side of his neck. He smells like the frozen forest mixed with burning embers; the smell of smoke clogging between his roots.
His warmth is what reminds you of home. It forces happiness to leak out of your eyes as a warm tear drips onto his fur the more you bury your face into him. His movement forces you to wake up, urging you with a tug to get off the couch and follow him.
Leisurely, you hang from him while he ushers you to the other room â his room. Your feet stumble as the two of you pass Mira. You donât care how clumsy you look, youâre just happy to have Jimin back.
âJimin,â his mother tries speaking in a hushed tone. âRemember who you are to her.â
He doesnât stop his stride as he enters his old bedroom with you nearly hanging off of him. Itâs upkept well thanks to his mom. Nothing moved or changed over the years. With a few more nudges and suggestive pushes, he has you falling into place upon the mattress. Itâs low to the ground, easy for him to step on it even in wolf form and lay comfortably as you attach yourself to his back.Â
This form is undoubtedly the warmest. And with his wolf form he serves as a natural furnace for you. He doesnât mind the way your fingers dig into his fur or the way your cold body presses desperately against his. He allows anything that will warm you up.
His eyes meet his motherâs as she leans in to shut the bedroom door. Words and feelings cannot describe his unfair bond to you â but with werewolves, they have a mutual understanding of how things work.
Jimin groans with a huff before putting his head down on the bed. He stays awake, alert, and listens to the sounds and conversations running through his head. Even when the threat is over, he still stays guard. Ready to pounce on anything that comes toward you.
For now, you may sleep comfortably. Jimin will be able to tell you later about the results of the castle and your family.Â
Youâre greeted by coldness as you toss and turn. The fresh chill pricks your cheeks, jolting your nerves to wake when you want nothing more than sleep. Chirps of wild birds sing outside of the window that casts a dull ray of sun into the room. It still looks dark out. Thereâs also an ache in your joints and muscles, particularly in your neck.
Perhaps you slept awful, used to having your luxury linens and perfectly fluffed pillows. Instead you spent the night balled up, tight, against the only thing that holds heat.
The fire isnât what saves you from the brisk cold of winter. It is the tender bristles of a wolfâs fur that hordes blissful heat, warmer than a copper pan filled with rocks warmed at the edge of a fire.
But you are not welcomed with that same softness of Jiminâs fur anymore. When you turn again, you realize you press against the smooth surface of his broadened back. Black ink decorates down his spine in the phases of the moon as your eyes focus from the haze of sleep. Does it make any sense to see the man you adore, shirtless with his back to you in the same bed?Â
Absolutely not.
Your clogged head tries to clear the fog of confusion as you edge away from Jimin. Heâs tucked under the covers, just as you. His chest rises and falls slowly, in a deep sleep. Heâs more exhausted than you, his body fought all night. It makes sense he finally collapsed into a resting state; relaxed and dare you say, delicate. The branded ink shines subtly as his skin, miraculously still smooth, feels even warmer under your tender fingertips. Slowly, you trace invisible patterns onto his skin, mesmerized by the way he doesnât pull away from you.
You feel guilty for snuggling up closer to him, knowing very well he isnât in a conscious state for him to put you back in your place like all the other times. But you feel drawn in and addicted to his warmth and security in such a tender position.
Jimin inhales and exhales deeply, shifting his head when he feels your fingers tickle the nape of his neck. He shifts in his sleep, moving his body enough to force you to freeze. His hand reaches back, swatting away your hand as if it is a dainty bug crawling on him. But he realizes itâs nothing but a hand â your hand â and instead, he grips it. Pulling it around him and stretching your arm across his torso so that he can hold it against his chest. Jimin curls himself in a fetal position, dragging you flush against his back.
âStop tickling me,â he murmurs in a groggy voice. He huffs out a small burst of air, humor laced with it.
Your forehead presses into his spine, a small smile creeping up on your lips.
âIâm sorry. I didnât mean to.â
Silence falls once again except for the subtle sounds of Jiminâs breathing. You could stay like this forever if you were able to. Ignore all responsibilities of life and stay with Jimin. Deep down, you secretly wish this. Having his protection and solace, bringing you solitude and clarity. You know that he is all you will ever need. Heâs been exactly everything you need him to be in your life, even when times get tough and he guides you to do something youâre stubbornly against. Itâs all for your well-being. Your overall happiness. Jimin has never steered you down the wrong path; even if itâs the path you wouldnât pick yourself.
He is strong in many ways you arenât. Rational and accountable. You know he will do everything in his power to let you have the perfect life and he will never leave you.
This feeling of unfulfillment with your heart always reminds you how a large piece of him belongs there. No matter how much room you make for your family and potential suitors that come your way. Nothing will fill the undeniable love you have toward your personal royal guard.
âIâm sorry,â you repeat. This time with a different reason.
Youâre apologizing for yourself. For the position you put yourself in even though you never win the fight with your emotions. How you cannot control this bond between the two of you and how you cannot change the way you feel toward him. You know you could never be with a wolf, let alone your own personal guard. The years between you doesnât matter either. Jimin still looks as you first remember him, minus the added tattoos, scars and array of hair styles heâs sported. He has always been your guard, a figure to look up to, a brother, and a best friend without being them at the same time.
The connection you feel with Jimin is unexplainable. A natural magnetic draw you feel. A compelling force screaming at you that this â he â is exactly what your mind, body, and soul needs.
âGet some more rest,â Jimin urges as he squeezes your hand a little bit tighter.
âI am being honest with you,â you declare.
âSo am I,â Jiminâs sleepy voice seeps through.
Your small tiff stirs Jimin awake. He turns slowly, still maintaining his hold on your hand as he faces you. The small puff of his cheeks shows you how tired he must be as his eyes remain closed. Jimin leans in, pushing your head into his chest as he rests his face into the top of your head.
âRosemary,â he speaks out loud. He inhales slowly, admiring the sweet scent of the herb used to wash your hair every night. âIt suits you so much.â
You feel a flush of warmth coursing through your body in such an intimate position. You have never been this close or tangled with Jimin like this before. Thereâs faint scars across his chest from what you can see, memories of past battle wounds that cut too deep perhaps.
âAre you hurt?â You question. Wondering how his body never correctly healed these specific marks.
âNot anymore,â he hums as he pulls you in tighter.
You can hear the faint beating of his heart as you twist your head to lay against his chest. It thumps calmly, like a lullaby whispering in your ear.
âWhy are you here?â You dare to question.Â
A heavy thought thatâs been weighing on your mind for far too long. You want to thank him for welcoming you into his solitude and keeping you warm throughout the night. Even then, you hardly remember moving from the couch to this bed. Jimin sharing a bed with you doesnât make any sense to you. Especially how he rests with no clothes on; assumingly you believe as the blankets cover more than your eyes can see.
âWarmth,â he responds. âI had to keep you warm. But I fell asleep.â
âWhy are you still here thenâŠ?â
Jimin exhales deeply. He still rests as much as he can even with your quizzing questions.
âIâm pretending Iâm still dreaming.â
âDreaming?â You blink.
âYes.â Jiminâs hand gingerly raises to stroke the side of your head, brushing off any stray locks. His palm is so warm against you, the contact heating you instantly. âA dream. Would you like me to leave?â
âNo,â you blurt out faster than you expected. âI just donât understand,â you try leaning back to look at his face.
âPrincess,â he tsks. âHow can I explain this?â He questions himself more than you. Jimin places his lips on your forehead and rests them there as he contemplates his words. âA wolf cannot be mixed with a royal. But you desire a wolf. And a wolf desires you.â He hesitates with the next sentence that leaves his mouth. âHowever, it will never be allowed. And thus⊠a dream.â
âYou dream of this?â You ask, stunned.
âDonât you?â He huffed a laugh. âI know you do. There are times that I can read it all over your pretty face. I can feel it too.â
âI-I,â you feel flustered. Your feathers fluffed every which way as Jimin speaks so carelessly of such a sensitive subject.
âI know how you feel for me,â he states. âIâm sorry you do. Even when I try to keep you on the right path, show you your responsibilities and guide you to your title's destiny⊠you found a sanctuary in me.â
Jimin continues to stroke your face with his thumb, his nose breathes out hot air against your forehead. He caresses you tenderly, holds you dear to him as if he is afraid to let you go.
âIâve⊠I have always loved you,â you confess. Swallowing thickly as your throat closes up with emotion. Jimin allows you to slide your arms around him again.
âI know. I can feel everything you feel,â he sighs. âYour happiness. Your sadness. That painstaking broken heart every time youâre forced to live your reality.â
He smiles softly against your skin, peppering small kisses where his lips rest.
âI also feel the way you canât control your emotions. How you constantly battle with whatâs right and wrong. How not a single person draws your attention more than I do. I canât really explain how I can feel these things,â he tilts your head to look down into your eyes. âIt wonât make any sense.â
In the soft morning light, his features are more admirable. His skin glows beautifully, like a natural highlight illuminating off of the edges of his face. Jimin cracks open his eyes, only slightly, to peer down at your innocent expression. A face heâs seen for many years after being scolded or pressed for answers. The beauty in his eyes, that crisp amber hue, shifts a shade darker as they land on your parting lips.
âJimin, I donât want this to be a dream.â
Youâre honest about it. The aura of intimacy is fueling the room so purely, itâs nearly smothering. Jimin allows his walls to break down for you to enter; letâs you in his space even when it goes against everything the two of you know.
His thumb flicks your bottom lip, feeling the soft flesh under his digit. He can feel the natural draw, how his body is aching with a tantalizing need to kiss you. To have you, just for now, before he must go back to reality.
âIâll do anything for you,â he declares as he looks down at you sadly. âI devoted myself the very first moment I saw you.â His breath shakes as he lets out a breath he was holding.
âPrincess,â he begins, the small curve of his lips upturning. He knows this is dangerous, itâs not allowed. Years of pining and rejecting you, fearing the system of the world and the way of life, heâs taking his one and only opportunity to be selfish. A thing you know so very well. Jimin leans down, lips nearly brushing yours, âPlease forgive me.â
Your lips press together in a gentle embrace. He pours his unannounced love for you with this kiss; all those years of pent-up, hopeless desires and unfathomable attachment finally burst through with the only way he can show you.Â
Thereâs no way of telling how long your kiss lasts; and eternity sounds like an understatement. Your breath hitches in your throat, surprised by the act and realism of Jimin â the man youâve grown to love throughout all these years â has committed such a sinful, yet delightful, treason for the sake of his own greed. The same act you do not disgust, appall, or dislike. You greet it, after a few moments of shock, with happiness. A passion of feeling what you pined for all this time. Acceptance, understanding, and need.
Jiminâs warm fingers run along the side of your face and down the length of your arm. âPretend itâs just a dream.â He smiles in between kisses.
A subtle tear breaks the brim of your eye as you capture Jimin in a passionate, breathtaking kiss. You bring him closer, wrapping your arms around his neck and tasting his tongue in your mouth.Â
When itâs just a dream, youâre allowed to cross the lines of right and wrong. Do the things you want to do, impulsively or not. Thatâs why you donât bother to wait when you desperately cling to him, tangling your soft fingers through his messy hair. You feel the way Jimin presses himself into you, not a care of his royal guard status or what your title is. He brings his love out to another being â you.
You feel the gentle pull of his hands at the lining of your padded clothes. Thereâs so much keeping you bundled, but heâs sure he can keep you warm with his body. His hands roam under the fabrics, feeling the touch of the soft skin of your hip. He skirts his hand up your back, pressing his palm onto you to drag you into him.
âAre you sure?â You question him as if youâre being fooled. Tricked into thinking this truly is a dream and not something you will remember.
âIâve never wanted something so desperately,â he admits with no embarrassment. âSo many times Iâve had to tell you to look away from me. Entertain these other suitors⊠It hurts. But I know I will always be there for you even if your feelings arenât as they are now. Even if you didnât feel for me. I canât help that. Iâm bound to you.â
Your eyes roam the expanse of his body that you can see against the pale sheets of his old mattress. His words send glee to your heart. Had you known this hurts him as much as it hurts you, you would do something about it. Find a way to make something work. There must be a way.
âIâm sorry for being so distant with you in regard to your emotions. But, I do it to protect you. Iâm not right for you.â Jimin whispers as his lips reconnect with yours. A carnal desire brewing deep inside of him, no doubt inside of you too.
âJimin,â you whimper against his mouth. The crack in your voice is threatening to snap.
âTell me to stop.â
âDonât,â you sniffle.Â
Your head is a clutter of sensitive emotions ransacking your brain. Clouding your headspace as if you are in a daydream. But you accept it. Allow this illusion, real or not, to be as real as it can ever get.
You accept him and this moment of time.
The heat of Jiminâs body keeps you warm from the chilled air outside of the sheets. Slowly, he shifts to have you laying on your back as his body crawls over you. Jimin plants soft and wet kisses down your jawline to a sweet spot on the side of your neck, multitasking with the buttons of your thick clothes.
The second he is able to free portions of your body from the garments, his skin slides over yours. Touching every delicately smooth surface of your body. Rising goosebumps through each sway of his fingers across every inch. You melt into his touches, a quiet whimper and pleasant hum escaping your nose.
âYouâre so beautiful,â he comments as he levels his head with yours. He takes a moment to peer down at your morning face, admiring the way you look even with a rough night. Jimin remembers your eyes the most. How genuine and curious they are. He reminisces about the first time; when a shot of an electrifying spark penetrated his entire being because of his imprinting nature⊠how it connected him to you for as long as you live. âI will never lose you.â
Jimin can feel the way your body speaks to him. How together all your nerve endings and atoms feel as if they join like a perfect puzzle. It leads him further to your core, trailing his hand tentatively as he waits for a clear sign for him to continue.
He presses himself gently against you, showing you his growing need for you. The hardened appendage pokes you like a soft tapping on a door, trying to be as polite as possible.
You take his face in your hands, pulling him down for another emotional kiss. You nod to him, giving him the clearing to roam your most secretive bits.
After removing the access clothing from your legs, his fingertips glide up your inner thighs. He shivers when he inhales suddenly, taking in the small whiff of your scent. Instinctively, and almost casually, you bend your knee to allow more access for him.
Jiminâs fingers ghost over your core, brushing against the edges before feeling the slick heat from your lower lips. He teases you at first but not on purpose. Jimin swallows nervously, fighting with his body to remind himself to take things slow.
He takes your bottom lip between his teeth, pulling at the plump piece of flesh as his index finger runs down your slit. You shutter with a breath of hot air blowing out, enjoying the foreign touch.
Unsure what to do with your hands, you begin to run them down his hard chest to mimic the similar style of approach he does on you. Though youâre halted the moment you hit his navel by his hand.
âAllow me to focus on you,â he requests in a soft tone. He raises your knuckles to his mouth where he plants a chaste kiss to them.
He suggests for your hands to remain away as he descends down the valley of your breasts. Each tender kiss he leaves to your feverish skin in the commute to your lower region has you squirming. You hoist the blankets over your body as Jimin disappears underneath them, taking the heat too. Heâs able to maneuver skillfully between your legs, slotting himself neatly as you spread them wider.
You donât get to see the way Jimin licks his lips when his eyes focus on your core for the first time. How your scent hits his nose at full force, reminding him how beautifully wet youâre becoming with the tension built up around you. His finger returns to you, sliding down your slit and nudging against your clit. It causes you to jolt, instinctively closing your legs around him as much as possible. But he keeps them open with his hands and body as he moves closer.
Peeking under the covers, you see the dark hair of Jimin sinking between the junction of your thighs. You capture the scene, branding it in your memory the moment Jiminâs mouth abruptly comes down on to your clit. You cry out, gripping the blankets in hard fists as his tongue languidly flicks over your sensitive bud as his finger teases your entrance.
âShh,â he tries to tame you when he inserts his finger into you. You clench tightly, shift your legs even more as your body adjusts to Jimin.
Heâs wondering what youâll feel like if he inserts another, if itâll pull another whimper and a moan from you. And he has to; to spread your entrance wider and stretch your walls open enough to allow him inside. Prepare your body for the intrusive thoughts bleeding into his mind of your body shaking under him with pleasure.
Jimin curls his fingers once he adds a second one into the mix, slowly pumping them in you at a steady pace as his lips caress your clit. The tip of his tongue flicks your bud so dangerously, it makes you cry out even louder and begins to disturb the silent winter morning air.
His free hand comes down to your waist to stop your hips from bucking into him. Jimin releases his mouth from you and calms his fingers as he hushes you once again.
âQuiet, Princess. Please.â
âJimin, I-Iâm-â You pant softly. Your chest shakes with the rise and fall and intense pounding of your heart.
âDonât be sorry,â he interjects. Jimin slides himself up your body again while still securing his fingers inside your core. âI know itâs hard to not be loud.â He places a kiss to your cheek before finding your mouth, the taste of you still lingering on his plump lips. Gently, he adds a third finger into your entrance and captures your whine with a sealed kiss.
He uses this moment to experimentally widen your walls with the scissoring effect of his fingers. Fighting off the impulsive clench your body naturally does. When his thumb presses into your clit your body jumps.
Your hands rush to his head, combing through his hair as you fight to anchor yourself on something.
Jimin winces from the strength and harsh pull, but he doesnât let it bother his actions. Instead, he is kissing your neck again as his hand wraps around your back. He lifts you up like itâs easy until youâre straddling his lap, legs still parted wide for him. Jimin removes his fingers from you, allowing him to push you closer against his hardness. The contact makes his neglected member flinch with excitement.
Your cheeks prick with sparks of warmth as you look Jimin in the eyes again. Both completely naked and in each other's own embrace. Your hot slick presses against his shaft and Jimin cannot help but use his hand to push you into him again.
The blankets have fallen around the two of you, leaving Jiminâs strong muscles to hold you upright on top of him and exposed for him and only him.
âYou canât tell anyoneâŠâ he begins as his lips lock with yours. âWhat happens here must stay here.â
âBut what if I donât want that?â You ask, catching your breath in between kisses.
âWant and need are two different things.â
âI want both of those though,â you exclaim. âI want and need you, Jimin.â
He silences you again, but this time with his tongue. He dives deep into your mouth, groaning with the taste of you that excites him.
âDonât ever speak of this,â he reminds you. âYou mean more to me than you can ever imagine. Youâre special to me, Y/n. You will always have me.â
Your heart tightens in your chest as you hear his sincere words. Relief is an understatement. The reassurance and verbal notice of Jiminâs confession is enough to send you to cloud nine. His loyalty and dedication to your family's name isnât the only thing he cares for. The importance of you and how you are something more to him sends your heart into eternal bliss. Maybe all it took is to finally hear it from the source.
âIâve always loved you,â you declare as if Jimin never knew this himself.Â
He nods, leaning in to capture another kiss from you as your hands tugs on his shoulders. Your mouths move together so perfectly, reminding you how you want nothing more than to do this for the rest of your life. Lightly, your clit brushes against his hardened and untouched dick. The sensation of how close you are to it sends excitement through your body, arousing you more as you desperately rock against him for more stimulation with his help. Your slick drips along his lap, making the glide easier for you.
You admire the tip of his cockhead pointing up toward you, silently requesting to be touched.
âHelp me,â you whisper as your legs try to help raise you above him.
Jimin positions his cock when youâre hovering over him. Your arousal drips teasingly over him, dressing the mushroom head of his tip in a shiny coat. He breathes out a strangled breath as the curse word âshitâ runs out of his lips.Â
Slowly, you drop down on Jiminâs cock. Allowing him to stretch you open as the first inches penetrate you. He holds you up, allows you to sink down at your own pace as both your mouths open with pleasurable surprise. A silent gasp leaves the two of you breathless as you sit flush against him, ignoring any prickling pain as your walls flutter around his cock. Squeezing and unsqueezing rigorously as your head tosses back with eyes screwed shut. Jimin groans with a string of incoherent words, muffled by the way he presses his lips into the side of your neck.
âOh,â you whimper.Â
Knees already threatening to buckle and morph into jelly, your hands hold onto Jiminâs sturdy shoulders when you look down between the two of you. Thereâs fascination running through you as you watch the way your breasts rub against his chest each time your body moves down his; watching the way he disappears inside of you and filling you up.
The two of you moan in unison as you experimentally roll your hips into him. Jiminâs fingers tighten around your thighs, jerking his hips up to meet yours. He keeps a leisurely pace with you as he wishes nothing but to make you feel pleasurable. You can feel the way your orgasm slowly builds within you as you hold Jiminâs head closer against your neck. A desperate way of holding onto something while you begin to tremble with sensitivity.
âIs it too much?â He questions as he holds you impossibly closer to his body.
You breathe deeply, clutching his cock with your walls.
âNo,â you choke out. âI need more.â
Jimin pulls you off of him to greet your face with his. He lays you down expertly, letting your body rest soft against the mattress again. Jimin is able to hook his arm around one of your legs and gently lifts it higher, testing the new angle and watching the way your face contorts with pleasure.Â
You cry out his name as you feel his cock run across a specific spot inside of you, making your toes curl and back arch. The sparks in your body flying like lightning in the sky.
Thereâs a tightness in your stomach that shoots down to your lower region, alerting you of your approaching orgasm. Jimin notices from the way you shake with each thrust he gives. He holds your legs wide, allowing deeper access to push into you as his abdomen flexes every time his body bangs into yours.
âLike this?â He breaths out, a glimpse of blue shining from his eyes.
âK-keep⊠Y-yes,â you moan, feeling him hit every mark with this new angle.
Jimin lowers himself down to catch your lips with his, closing your mouth and muffing your noises to the best of his abilities. He absolutely loves hearing the sounds of your whimpers and pleasure, but heâs not trying to allow everyone else to hear them.
Another quick and particular movement of Jiminâs hips has you coming undone beneath him, bucking your hips up to match his thrusts as you squeeze tight around him. You feel the way your nails dig into his shoulders as you shake uncontrollably as Jimin continues to thrust through your orgasm. The sounds of your bodies colliding heightens with squelching noises, your dripping arousal coating his entire pelvis and leaking onto the sheets below.
With a few more sharp thrusts, Jimin pulls out of you and spills his seed onto your stomach. Dressing your smooth skin with strings of milky residue. You catch the ending bit, watching the way his cum spurts out of his cockhead as Jimin presses his pelvis down, using both him and you to squeeze his slick-hardened cock.
Jimin moans with you, still molding your lips together as he holds you close to him. When the two of you calm down from the euphoric sensations, he places his forehead against yours. He looks down at you with soft and serene eyes. Filled with love and adoration. This new sense of energy and vulnerability flows through him.
Itâs happiness he shares with you when you both shyly smile at another. Ignoring all the heated labor breathes and dampened hairlines. You get lost in his eyes, wishing that the crisp amber coloring is the solution to all your worries and problems. And in some ways â they are.
âI love you.â
Jimin speaks calmly as he declares his emotions for you. His lips press into yours once more to seal his statement.
You canât help but look up at him with watery eyes. You want to burst into a full blown cry when you see the way his eyes glisten too, but you donât. Not wanting to spoil the moment of sincerity for either of you.
âI love you too,â you respond as you brush strands of fringe away from his softening face. Itâs almost long enough to tuck behind his ear, which you scowl when you watch the piece fall right back in his face.
You share a soft chuckle with him as he moves slowly, making sure to not spread the mess on your stomach everywhere.
âIâll clean us up and we can go back to resting for a bit.â
âOkay,â you smile softly. Your hands begin to cover yourself the further Jimin pulls away from your body.Â
Jimin is quick to find a feasible cloth from the corner of the room and just as fast to return to you on the bed. He wipes you off first, as he should, before cleaning himself. He kneels down on the mattress as you try to subtly admire his entire naked body. Realizing he is still so unfairly beautiful without the suited armor and clothing he usually wears.
âI should have you know, now that youâre awakeâŠâ he huffed a laugh. Jimin slides himself under the covers, meeting your body with his. His arm crosses over your torso, hand running down the other side of you until he pulls you close by the waist. âYour family is safe. We defeated the threat last night and your castle will undergo some reconstruction from the damages. But everything is maintained again. Iâm sure we will have to return within the day.â
The news makes you happy. The outcome could have been far worse in many ways. But hearing these words from Jimin is comforting. It makes you proud and grateful for him. You arenât sure what the future will bring. How this dreamy secret must never be spoken about. What this could all mean now. But what you do know, is that he loves you too, and that is enough for now.
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muscle tension | park jimin
summary: you feel a little stressed after a family visit and your husband helps relieve some tension
pairing: park jimin x reader
genre: established relationship, fluff,
warnings: some family tension
word count: .7k
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Having your family over was always a tiring event. Your parents like to nitpick everything in their sight and your younger siblings loved to run throughout your home and see what they could get into or knock over.Â
You also never seemed to make enough food or drinks, having already made two trips to the small convenience store down the street since your family arrived a couple hours ago. Your mother had even demanded that you get the sparkling water instead of the filtered water you had because, âYou know I canât drink that stuff, darling.â
You felt worn down, and tired.Â
You would never voice this to your husband though. He loved having your families come over and to sit with them, spending time with them. He was definitely the more outgoing one in your relationship, while you preferred to sit in your soft recliner and read one of your fantasy novels.Â
Jimin could always tell, though. He could tell when you were overstimulated. He knew how you got when there were a lot of people around. You loved your family, and he loved your family, but he knew the tension between you and your mother.Â
The tension that always seemed to appear physically for you. Your muscles would become tight and you would start to feel aches in your shoulders and lower back.Â
And when the time came for your family to leave, and you both cleaned up the mess left behind, you retreated to your room, flopping down on the soft blankets that adorned your bed. The blankets were a gift from Jimin when you first started dating, and almost three years later, they were still the first thing you gravitated towards when you were stressed, well⊠besides Jimin.Â
âCome here, baby.â Jimin sat at the edge of the bed, pulling you towards him so you were lying on your belly in front of him.Â
You didnât fight him when he tugged your shirt and bra off, nor did you whine when you felt the cold air nip at your back. You were beyond tired.
You did, however, begin to try and get up when you realized he got off the bed and was doing something in the bathroom.
âNo, baby. Lay back down!â Jimin exclaimed, seeing your slowly rising form as he grabbed your favorite lotion from the bathroom counter.Â
âWhat are you doing Minie?â You asked your husband, an amused lilt to your voice as you noticed the lotion in his hands.Â
He didnât answer you until he was back on the bed, sitting on the back of your thighs and warming up the lotion between his hands.Â
âJust wanna help my tense baby feel better.â You went to protest, wanting to know how he knew but your mind was emptied at the touch of his hands massaging against your shoulders.Â
You moaned a little at the feeling, fully relaxing into the bed as your husband used his magic fingers against the knots in your muscles.Â
âThatâs it, baby, just relax. Iâve got you.â You sighed as his fingers dug at a particularly hard knot, listening to him hum as he worked. He could practically see the tension floating away as he worked, could see you slowly starting to fall asleep as well.
The cozy atmosphere and the soft humming of Jimin always seemed to do that to you, and he knew it.
âthank you, baby.â You whispered once he was done, half asleep but still managing to feel when your husband put one of his shirts over your shoulders and covered you with the blankets.Â
âJust wanna make you feel good. I donât like seeing you stressed.â He murmured back, pressing a kiss to your forehead. He moved a little get into a comfier position to see you already asleep, little puffs of air leaving your pouty lips.Â
Smilling once again he laid back down, pulling you into his arms and fell asleep to the warm feeling of you against him.
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hiiii đ
since you guys are doing requests, can i request one of the members idolverse {whoever you choose} has a fantasy or kink thats kinda looked down upon but they pay someone {mc lol} to live out the fantasy?
i love your guys works đ„°
hello, yes we can write up something quick, I'm sure!
of course with a little twist
creep
park jimin had it all. he was loved throughout the world as an idol apart of one of the biggest groups. he had the popularity, respect and adoration - and a few haters; but what idol didnât? what park jimin wasnât expecting for was infamous blogger, Creep, to be reporting on him. writer: lyse @momnomnom @darkuni63 @sweetempathprunetree
warning: idol! Jimin, dirty talk, r*pe fantasy/consenual-nonconsensual, yandere moments, crying, screaming, fingering, blackmail, impregnation kink, spitting,
The buzzing sounds of phones surrounding Jimin startles him. He offers a soft smile, raising a brow as he feels eyes on him. Murmurs erupt and heâs concerned.
Jimin feels his own phone vibrate and he goes to remove it from his pocket. He unlocks it and is horrified by the words displayed on his screen.
Jiminâs heart beats faster - as if itâs going to explode out of his chest. The sounds of the murmurs surrounding him grows louder - yet he cannot hear a word.
âPlease stop!â a cry erupts through the loudspeaker, a womanâs voice. âPlease donât do this Jimin-ssi.â
Oh no. Jimin heart sinks. His eyes weld with tears.
âShut up.â Jiminâs voice sounds next and now he feels his feet picking up to move - to get away from this; whatever this was. âYouâre nothing but a dirty whore whoâs going to take what I give her.â
Please stop.
âJimin-ah, wait!â Jimin knows the voice of his Hyung, but he doesnât stop moving. Not until heâs running as far as his legs take him until he collapses on the ground in a fit of tears.
Jimin recalls first meeting you - the beauty of a woman you were - so simple yet effective. You werenât an idol - which was an added bonus. He was well known outside of the K-pop industry and gossip between idols was something he didnât need. If you were a fan of his, you did a good job at hiding it. You spoke to him as if he wasnât famous, an act he appreciated.
âItâs normal.â Jimin recalls hearing.
Normal. But was it?
Jimin takes a deep breath and nods his head, palms sweating as he signs the few documents - most of them being NDAâs and contracts. His heart thumps rapidly and his cheeks are slightly flushed with embarrassment.
âIdols do this all the time.â His lawyer assures, giving him a slight nod. âNot everyone has time to date but we all have needs.â Jimin flushes deeper at the words âneedsâ.
Jimin takes a deep breath and nods once more. He understood he wasnât the only idol who did this - after all he was recommended by his own hyung. But knowing that essentially, he was signing dozens of contracts and NDAâs (as was other woman) and paying a subscription to meet women who are willing to partake in his sexual preferences. If teenage him could see his adult self and understand what he was doing, he would surely laugh. Paying for sex would have never crossed his mind back in those days.
âWe have a few matches.â The Lawyer declares, turning the laptop towards Jimin. âIâll give you privacy since you have no desire in letting me know yourâŠpreferences.â
Jimin nods. He takes hold of the laptop and skims the matches - only a few, yet he understands his own kinks are not exactly ideal.
You sit across from him, legs crossed. You were here in the flesh now - not over a screen on the expensive laptop his lawyer showed him. He was nervous while you appeared nonchalant - did you do this often? He wouldnât ask, it was none of his business what you did outside of him.
âJimin-ssi.â
Your voice startles him, itâs sweet and low; seductive. It makes his brain fog with a million questions.
âRelax.â You continue, uncrossing your legs. You wore a skirt and Jiminâs mind swirls at the thought of touching your smooth skin - and bruising it beneath his hands.
âAre you thirsty?â Jimin gulps. He turns away from you where you sat at his kitchen island. His hands are trembling when he grabs a glass ready to fill it with whatever. âI have water, juice, wine-â
âJimin-ssi.â
Jimin yelps when he turns to find you directly in front of him. You place both of your hands upon his chest, eyes glancing up at his. You were good at this - this couldnât be the first time. Maybe you were a trained actress?
âHow do you want me?â
Your words shoot to Jiminâs core. He can smell your scent - a vanilla cashmere that entices his senses.
âI-I donât-â Jimin shakes his head.
âI know what youâŠlike.â You smile up at Jimin, innocent eyes shining with mischief. ââŠHow do you want me to act?â
Jimin was never proud of what his sexual fantasies were. It was disgusting - he couldnât imagine actually acting out his desire with a woman that wasnât willing. Even now as you stand before him - paid in advance - to act out his desire, heâs unsure if he truly should be doing this.
Jimin flinches when you begin to cry - real tears streaming down your face. You shake your head and push yourself from him. He reaches out for you, grabbing your wrists. âY/N-ah? Whatâs wrong?â His eyes are wide.
âJimin-ahâŠâ you shake your head, tears halting. âIâm fine. Promise.â You giggle. âIâm here to please you. You have a rape-â
âPlease donât say it aloud.â Jiimin gulps - the word itself disgusts him and he wishes nothing more he would be normal and have a foot fetish; it would be easier if so.
âI apologize. I wonât.â You nod, understanding. âIâm here to help you. Remember my safe word?â
âApple sauceâŠâ Jimin nods, cheeks flushed.
âRight.â You nod. âAnything you do with me is safe. Weâre both consenting adults.â
Jimin nods.
âWhat do you see in Porn? Maybe I can reenact it with you?â you suggest and Jimin is unsure. He never showed his preferred porn to anyone - it was all far too graphic to show anyone.
âI-I donât-â
You slap Jimin hard across the face. heâs stunned, unsure what to do.
âIâll never let a man like you touch me.â You seethe, eyes glaring at Jimin. Itâs obvious youâre attempting the best you could at getting Jimin to reenact his desires with you - but he wasnât going to do anything if you didnât lead.
âYou think just because youâre Park Jimin that you deserve me?â You begin to laugh, shaking your head. âYouâre pathetic.â
Jimin licks his lips. He touches his cheeks; the stinging feeling feels like a kiss.
âDid I hurt you?â You snicker, tilting your head and puckering your lips mockingly. You turn away from him. âIâm leaving. I canât believe-â
You yelp when you feel your hair being yanked back. A hand wraps around your neck and squeezes it.
âYouâre a bitch.â Jimin hisses.
âGet off of me!â You flare your arms to push at him, but Jimin is stronger - he may appear petite compared to other men, but heâs a man, nonetheless.
Jimin pushes you into the island. Your back hits it and within seconds, his hands are on your legs. So smooth and it causes him to release a low moan. âYou came here dressed like a slut for me, didnât you?â Jimin chuckles, eyes darkening and tone of voice becoming much deeper. âSmelling good tempting me.â
âGet off!â You scream, pushing Jimin away from you but you donât succeed.
Jiminâs hands find their way to your bare thighs. He rips them apart, index finger swiping between your clothed clit. âYouâre dripping.â Jimin laughs. âWhores are always wet.â
Jiminâs eyes catches yours just in time for the tears to fall - it excites him; the frightened look contorted onto your beautiful face, the tears dripping from your terrified eyes.
Jimin yanks your panties down - itâs simple cotton ones that nearly rips with the force. Quickly, he dips his fingers inside of you. Youâre tight but dripping wet and his fingers enter without much force.
âPlease stop, Jimin-ssi!â You cry out, hands pushing at his shoulders, but you clench around his fingers.
âYour pussy is so wet, bitch.â Jimin chuckles, thrusting two fingers inside of you. âCrying for me to stop but dripping all over my hands!â
Jimin removes his fingers and enters them into his mouth. You gulp - the sight surprises you and arouses you even, but you donât break character.
âAnd taste so sweet.â Jimin moans, popping his fingers from his mouth. He enters them again, thrusting even harder. He could hear your moans mixed with your cries and it fuels him to thrust even more.
You cry louder - it was to die down the moans. Jimin was good at this - you note that this couldnât be his first - or even tenth time - doing this to a woman. He was sexy, he had the look and the experience; he just needed someone (you) to assist in fulfilling his deepest, darkest desires.
Jimin removes his fingers. The number of times he pleasured a woman signals him when you were close to cumming - and he wasnât here to pleasure you.
âOpen your mouth, bitch.â Jimin doesnât wait for a response before shoving his fingers into your mouth, tips of his finger reaching your throat.
You gag, vision blurring due to the tears. The taste of your juices hits your taste bud, and a gush of wetness is dripping down your thighs.
Jimin removes his fingers from your throat and you instantly cough. He plays with the string of his sweatpants, untying it so he could be a few steps closer to violating you.
Your eyes widen when he easily removes his sweatpants and underwear at the same time, hardened cock springing out. You lick your lips, but the show must go on.
âPlease donât.â You cry out, attempting to hide yourself.
Jimin slaps you - it stings your face just as you were sure it did for him when you had. He continues to slap you a few more times on the same cheek until itâs red and throbbing, your tears burning your cheek when it falls.
Jimin grasps the length of his cock and inches closer to you. He was going to fuck you until you were begging him to stop, but even then he wouldnât.
You gasp when you felt Jiminâs cock enter you - he has the correct amount of girth to have you stunned.
Jimin cannot stop the deep groan that comes from his throat. He should make sure youâre alright - this was nothing but a fantasy. This wasnât him. He was a good man; but he doesnât want to stop. He fucks into you at a rough pace, savage like. The sounds of your sweet pussy gushing for him, mixed with your cries and pleads for him to stop (and the echoes of skin slapping) was music to his ears. No porn heâs ever watched could ever compare to this moment right now.
âPlease stop!â You plead - but you donât want him to. You were doing what he paid you to do, but you clench around his cock. âPlease donât do this Jimin-ssi.â
âShut up.â Jimin hisses, it prompts him to slap you across your face again; this time him spitting directly on you. âYouâre nothing but a dirty whore whoâs going to take what I give her.â
Jimin was never one to cum quickly - yet this was a dream come true to him. If he could be here with you all night and violate you, he would.
âI should breed you.â Jimin taunts, voice raspy that it sends you over the edge. Youâre creaming around him, but still continue your waterworks.
âNo!â You shake your head roughly. You were on birth control - he could cum inside of you if he truly wished. âPlease-â
âGet you nice and pregnant like a whore likes.â Jiminâs fingernails dig into your thighs, thrust sloppy. âTo show everyone who you belong to.â
âIâm not yours.â You hiss, hands slapping his chest as hard as you could.
âBut you are.â Jimin removes his hand from your thigh to squeeze your throat. His thrusts are powerful and heâs cumming - inside of you as you continue to cry. Heâs breathing hard, his vision blurring at the sensation; the thought of violating a bitch like you and impregnating her sends him over the edge.
Jimin falls to his kneeâs when he shoves the doors open. The cool air greets him, but the soothing feeling doesnât last long. He releases everything in his stomach onto the ground below him.
âJiminâŠâ
âHyung,â Jimin gags, shaking his head. ââŠgo away.â
âWhatâs going on, Jimin-ah?â Seokjin sounds concerned, startled to see his dongsaeng in such distress that it caused him to vomit. âThis blogger CreepâŠ.â
âHyung, please.â Jimin pleads. His head is pounding. His career would surely be over soon - his respect along with it. âI-I canât.â
Jin swallows. Creep was far worse than any other blogger - they ruined the lives of countless idols for their own entertainment. Authorities donât appear to care and whoever runs the creep blog had to be loaded - no idol has come close to paying them off.
âIs it true?â Jin murmurs after a few moments of silence. His eyes roam around the quiet street - paparazzi werenât allowed (by law) in this area, however Creep appeared to be above the law.
âHyungâŠâ
âIâm not judging you, Jimin-ah. Iâll never do that.â Jin places a hand on Jiminâs back, kneeling down beside him.
Jimin releases a few short sobs but nods his head. He was humiliated - his peers wouldnât look at him the same. He would go from respected to disgusted and despised - his fetish was looked down upon. It was sickening and the audio proof was more than enough to prove that it was him.
Jimin recalls the first time he was involved with the Blog known as simply Creep.
It was a few months after his first time with you. You and he saw one another every weekend - until it became more frequent. He couldnât allow himself to be caught in a dating scandal, so you were only ever at his home, yet neither of you cared. You two would fuck disgustingly - him violating you (consensually) while you begged and cried for him to stop - and he never did unless he heard the safe word.
Jimin grew comfortable in his sexual fantasy. It was easier to relieve himself and the pent-up frustration when you were around. You never said the safe word and after it was all done, you and he talked. He assured you were safe while he got into the moment, and you insisted you were - even enjoyed it a great deal. Jimin would offer you food and drinks before you left - sometimes you would stay over. It began when Jimin insisted he would pay you extra to spend the night with him; you insisted he didnât need to (but he did).
Jimin recalls the way his phone went off nonstop with notifications and waking him up from his nap. He was guilty to following the blog Creep, but he never would have thought he would be the trending topic of it.
Jiminâs heart stops for a mere second, eyes wide. He takes a few deep breaths to process everything. There wasnât a picture attached to you entering his building - that was a good sign. However, creep was notorious at dropping little hints here and there before the big reveal - and that frightened him. If they knew about you, what else did they know?
As if clockwork, Jiminâs phone sounds again with a call from his lawyer. He answers it and places it upon his ear.
âThey donât know anything.â His lawyer assures, but the tone in his voice isnât convincing. âY/N has signed countless contracts and her going against them would be costly.â
Jimin takes a deep breath and nods. He knew it wasnât you nor did he ever expect you had anything to do with it.
âCreep is nothing but an attention seeker, after all.â His lawyers snicker. âThey and countless other blogs have been doing every and anything to get Bangtan involved in a scandal.â
That was true - his hyungs and him were by no means as squeaky clean as the public thought; but they werenât bad people, either. They deserved privacy like other idols did - most scandals werenât even scandalous. Idols had sex - if they were consensual what was the problem? Idols dated, they drank, smoked - lived.
Jimin understood that he was told strictly by his Lawyer to not engage; to ignore it. But he couldnât. By the comments, most didnât believe the Blogger and that only frightened him into a state of paranoia. If they didnât believe Creep - then that only meant that Creep would give them something to believe in due time.
Jimin takes a deep breath and opens the email sent to him directly from Creep - the email responding to his own.
Creep: Park Jimin, what a pleasure for you to reach out to me! A big fan of your work if I do say so myself. I frequent your fatherâs cafe and I would have to say itâs worth the hype! But weâre not here to chit chat, arenât we? You asked what I knew about your littleâŠsituation? You know a Creep like me has eyes and ears everywhere. How about thisâŠIâll show you a little snippet of my next post!
The attachment sent with the email makes him sick. It detailed everything that went on with you - about his fantasy and how he paid you to relive it with him. How Creep knew was beyond him, but now all Jimin could feel was sadness, confusion and disgust with himself and how he allowed himself to be in this position.
Jimin feels his hands shaking as he reads the text on his phone over and over until itâs permanently scarred into his brain. The notification popping onto his screen breaks the trance he was in - it was from Creep.
Creep: Itâs been an hourâŠ
Has it been that long since Jimin had sat and stared at his phone?
Creep: I know Idols such as big as yourself have a reputation to hold up to, so I didnât release it all. I can make this next post go away for a price.
Jimin gulps. He understood well enough that idols and actors never paid off Creep.
Creep: I donât want or need your money. But to keep doing what the public loves, how about we trade information? Iâll sweep this under the rug if you give me juicy secrets on the next IdolâŠactorâŠpolitical figure. Your choice. You have 3 hours. Tick Tock.
âHow do you think this got out?â Jin asks Jimin. They both stood in the restroom now, secluded from everyone else.
Jimin spits out the water he rinsed his mouth with and shakes his head. Heâs unsure himself.
âMaybe it wasâŠY/N?â Jin hesitantly suggests. You were a soft topic for Jimin - especially now.
âShe wouldnât.â Jimin denies. âSheâs just as involved in this as I am, Hyung.â Jiminâs hands turn to first. He inhales and exhales slowly, attempting anything to bring his sudden anxiety to ease. âHow do you think I got out of this the first time?â
Jin raises a brow.
Jimin glances at himself in the mirror, Jinâs eyes meeting his on.
âYou never told me Creep has contacted you before.â Jin signs.
One thing Jimin wasnât expecting was for you to be outside his door an hour after he received the email from Creep, while he paced back and forth and contemplated what to do, you appeared far too calm. Heâs apologized one too many times for getting you involved, not giving you the chance to speak until you interrupted him.
âCreep contacted me.â
âWhat?â Jimin quip, halting yet another apology. âWhat did-â
âI had to give them information on someone if I wanted to help you.â
Jimin shakes his head. He didnât want you involved with his mess. Sure, he had way more to lose than you did, but you were also a human being. You deserved just as much privacy as he did - people's words were vicious and if you were involved in this scandal with him, who knows what youâd have to endure.
Jiminâs phone vibrated once more, and he releases another sign. He checks it, eyes scanning the screen with a puzzled look.
âY/NâŠâ
âI would rather it be him than you.â You shrug your shoulders. âHe doesnât have much to lose. Heâll recover.â
âIgnore it.â Jin hisses.
Creep had contacted Jimin again via email once Jimin was done recanting the memory with Jin. Jiminâs eyes are staring at his phone, contemplating what he should do.Â
âIâve been ignoring it for months, hyung.â Jimin responds low. âMy life is ruined.â
Jin takes a step forward, hand reaching out to support his friend.Â
Jimin takes a step back with a shake of his head. âI want to be alone, hyung.â he says to Jin without taking his eyes off of his phone. âPlease.â
Jin wants to fight back and refuse. Jimin was a good man with no scandals. One such as big as this would shock the nation, even if it was with a consenting adult. However, Jin doesnât want to push his friend over the edge and only nods.Â
Jimin opens the email sent by Creep and begins to read.
Creep: Ah, Park Jimin. How are you? Rape anyone lately?
Jimin's blood boils at the tone in which Creep is emailing. Heâs trembling - with fear? Anger? Possibly a mix of both. Heâs trained for years to debut alongside his members. He worked hard for years on end to establish a career in the entertainment business just for it to be wiped away in a matter of seconds.
Jimin: Why did you do this to me?
Jimin awaits for an email in response, constantly refreshing his notifications to see it. When he does, heâs quick to open the email and read.
Creep: Why not? What makes Park Jimin special from gossip? I got tired of sitting on juicy information and nowâŠnow your secret is out! To think all you had to do was be a man and save yourself but youâd rather have a woman save you.
Jiminâs throat clenched when Creep mentions you. His life was not the only one ruined in this equation. If word got out who the woman was, it would be a nightmare for you just as it would be for him, as well.Â
You lean back into your computer seat and sigh. You wait for Jiminâs email to come and when it does, you cackle.
Jimin: Y/N has nothing to do with this. Leave her out of my mess. Iâll pay whatever you need for me to ensure that she doesnât get involved with this.
Jimin was sweet. To think that he was willing to pay you - Creep - to make sure that you werenât involved in this scandal. Itâs sad to see the man that everyone admired go down such a path of destruction. However, youâd do anything for a story and Jimin was one that was too good to pass up.
You didnât need money, you had enough of it. Instead, you enjoyed the torment. Watching these idols, actors and politicians scramble and make public apologies to right their wrongs was like a binge worthy tv show.
Your phone sounds suddenly and you hum when you see the name on it. Jimin was calling you.
You take a deep breath before answering the phone. Instantly, tears form into your eyes and youâre crying onto the phone.Â
âIâm so sorry Jimin! I donât know whatâs-â
âIâm not mad at you, Y/N.â Jimin assures. His voice is low and you can tell the man is deep in thought. âI know you had nothing to do with this.â
You want to laugh.Â
âIâŠIâm going to do anything in my power to make sure your name doesnât get released to the public, alright?â
âJiminâŠâ
âThis is my mess. Iâll get myself out of it.â Jimin sighs. âIâll talk to you in a bit, okay?â
When Jimin hangs up the phone, you slam it onto your desk and groan. Why did Jimin have to be such a good guy - it only made you want him more.
âIâm sure I can ruin someone else's life and make the people forget about Jimin for now.â you hum, opening folders on your desktop with a small smile placed onto your lips.
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21, Park Jonseong, ynâs favorite person aside from aeri.
23, Heeseung used to have a crush on yn, but now he just sees her as a little sister. ynâs no. 1 protector
21, Sunghoon and the leading role of the smau. used to be a figure skater along with jay. has been keeping a secret the reason why he decided on going along with the breakup.
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My Heart's Home (m) | pjm | eleven
đŽChapter summary: Everything is good, you and Jimin are happy, and you finally have everything youâve always dreamed of. đŽChapter title: This Perfect Day đŽPairings: jimin x reader (main), jungkook x reader (only happens once in the first chapter), jungkook x OC (jessi), namjoon x OC (jessi), yoongi x hoseok, namjoon x oc, seokjin x oc, taehyung x oc đŽCharacters: female reader (isnât mentioned by name and no ây/nâ), Jimin, Jungkook, Namjoon, Yoongi, Hoseok, Seokjin, Taehyung and four female original characters. đŽGenre/AU: ranch!au, slice of life!au, soulmate!au, cowboy!au + smut, humor, fluff, romance, slow burn and angst đŽRating: mature/explicit/R18 â this is mature/explicit content, so minors, please do not interact!
đŽDisclaimer: I do not own BTS or know them personally and this work of fiction is purely fictional and for entertainment purposes only. The actions and personalities described in the story do not reflect those of BTSâ itâs just fiction. Also, if you would kindly read the tags/warnings before reading, that would be lovely: and if you donât like whatever is described in the tags, just hit return and find something else to read. Thank you đž đŽChapter warnings: pet names, unprotected sex; public sex (they do it in a cattle truck parked at the side of the road), oral: blowjob, thigh riding, multiple orgasms, breast play, nipple play, a lot of kissing, creampie, cockwarming, hair pulling, marking, a lot of sexual tension again, praise kink, dirty talk and fluff. đŽStatus: completed đ„ł đŽWord count: 14.4k đŽTaglist: @kookswifesblog, @kiki-zb, @babejinnie, @ownthesunshine, @allie-is-a-panda, @glllhjh, @bergandysam, @13-manggaetteok, @jeonsbabygirlsworld, @antisocial-mochi267,
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đŽNow playing đż âSay Youâre Mineâ by Kate Voegele. [Wanna listen to the serieâs playlist?] đŽAuthorâs note: as Iâm writing this note, Iâm going to post chapter 6. I still feel very discouraged to post⊠I love the few of you who have taken time out to comment and reblog with nice wordsâ truly đ„č but the engagement (notes/kudos) are just not what they used to. Iâm at that place where Iâm thinking about not posting anymore, at all. Like posting gives me this horrible feeling? Like seeing 30 notes, when I used to get 200-300 đ I know Iâm complaining, and I donât usually do this, but Iâm gonna address it. Iâm a firm believer in, if something doesnât give you something good, but instead something bad, drop it. So, thereâs a very high chance that this series will be my last in a while. I canât speak for the futureâ Iâm still gonna write, because that truly gives me so much joy, Iâm just not gonna share it (at the moment). Maybe later, when I feel better about it. And maybe Iâll change my mind, who knows? But right now, I donât feel good about posting this series, and itâs hard, because I love it so fucking much, but I know itâs not for everyone⊠but yeah, anyway, Iâll crawl back to the whole I came from. Happy reading! đž
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âThis day, this perfect dayPeace, peace at lastLove blurs, love blurs my eyesAnd my heart is in your handsâ - âThis Perfect Dayâ by Rebecca Lavelle
Everywhere you turn, the faint scent of roses dances in the air, infusing your senses with a vitality that makes you feel truly alive. Vibrant hues burst forth like a kaleidoscope, saturating both your canvas and the world around you. Everything feels harmoniously perfect, as if the universe itself is painting a masterpiece just for you.
Jessi has outlined the urgency of relocating the cattle to a more accessible paddock closer to home, which is essential before theyâre auctioned off in just a few days. Youâre gearing up for a daunting cattle muster that she warns could stretch into days of hard work. Uncertain of the necessities for an extended cattle drive, you pack cautiously, opting for practicality with spare underwear and shirts. The thought of wearing the same attire doesnât bother you, so long as you can avoid the sweat and grime that comes with the task ahead.
Ha-rin whirls around the kitchen, a flurry of activity as she ensures thereâs ample sustenance for the journey ahead. With a mix of urgency and precision, she assembles sandwiches, packs canned goods, and meticulously stores vegetables in containers and bags, her determination evident in every swift movement. As Ha-rin meticulously organizes the provisions, the rest of your group converge in the barn, your footsteps echoing against the wooden floor as you prepare the horses for the journey ahead. With a shared sense of purpose, you check the gear, tighten the saddles, and ensure each steed is ready for the long ride ahead.
You step into Mikrokosmosâ stall, enveloping her in a heartfelt embrace, relieved beyond measure to have her safely back in her stall. Gratitude wells up within you for Jiminâs unwavering assistance in locating her, a debt you can never fully repay. The day after you got Mikrokosmos home, Jessi and Jungkook went out and collected the rest of the horses safely back home.
âHey girl, weâre going out for a ride for a few days,â you murmur softly to Mikrokosmos, your touch reassuring as she responds with a gentle whinny, conveying her understanding. Guiding her out of the stall, you lead her into the heart of the bustling barn, each step resonating with the anticipation of the journey ahead. Alongside Ara, Soo-ah, and Jessi, you all prepare your trusted companions for the expedition, a united front in ensuring Ha-rinâs horse is also equipped for the ride too.
âAh, these long cattle drives are pure magic,â Ara exclaims, her voice dancing with infectious enthusiasm, as if her joy is a melody eager to be sung.
Soo-ah trails behind, her voice edged with a hint of disdain. âI swear, these drives are a literal pain in the ass. Who wants to endure days of saddle soreness? Not me, thatâs for damn sure.â
You chuckle, a shared understanding passing between you and Soo-ah. Memories of your last cattle drive flood back, the discomfort of countless hours in the saddle still fresh in your mind.
With an exaggerated eye roll, Jessi strides out of the barn, leading Cinnamon by the reins. Meanwhile, the rest of you hustle to prepare your horses for the cattle drive ahead.
Efficiently, you outfit Mikrokosmos, ensuring sheâs well-prepared for the trek ahead with saddle bags stocked full of essentials. As you complete the task, you notice Ara and Soo-ah wrapping up their own preparations. With your horses in tow, including an additional one for Ha-rin, you step outside to rendezvous with your sister.
As the four of you guide your horses down to the house, eagerly awaiting Ha-rinâs arrival with provisions to load into your saddle bags, anticipation thrums in your veins, heightened by the prospect of reuniting with Jimin soon. Youâve all agreed to lend a hand, recognizing the value of teamwork when it comes to managing the cattle. Just the thought of Jiminâs presence sets your heart aflutter â his warm brown eyes, his infectious smile, and the reassuring strength of his frame. Your mind drifts to his robust physique, envisioning the comforting embrace of his arms, the definition of his biceps, the warmth of his hands, andâ
âVoila!â Ha-rin bursts out of the house, her arms laden with bags brimming with an assortment of provisions. With a cheerful efficiency, she distributes the supplies among the group, and you deftly pack the essentials into the two saddlebags snugly nestled beneath Mikrokosmosâ saddle.
With a synchronized grace, you each swing into the saddle and set off in a spirited gallop towards the Bell Ranch. The journey, though brief, is a symphony of exhilaration, the wind tousling your hair as if in playful dance, while the sky overhead paints a magnificent canvas of fiery reds and warm golden hues, igniting the landscape with a vibrant energy.
As the ranch emerges into view, your gaze fixates on the figures in the yard, each poised atop their horses. Yet amidst the group, your attention is magnetically drawn to Jimin. Clad in his signature simplicityâa crisp white t-shirt, weathered denim trousers, and beloved bootsâhe exudes a rugged charm thatâs both timeless and alluring. But itâs his eyes that hold you captive, sparkling with a depth of emotion, perhaps even a hint of desire, while his smile, radiant and genuine, seems to illuminate the entire landscape, a beacon of warmth and affection reserved solely for you.
As you approach him astride Mikrokosmos, you offer a warm greeting, âHey there.â
You lean in, capturing his lips in a tender kiss, momentarily oblivious to the playful banter and catcalls from the others, a shared chuckle escaping both of you amidst the uproar.
âHey, babe,â he breathes out, his voice breathless and his gaze lingering on your lips. You canât help but nibble on your own, a nervous habit in the wake of his overwhelming presence. Itâs astonishing how effortlessly he stirs something deep within you with just a simple kiss. Memories flood your mind, recalling the intense moments shared with Jimin during your recent escapade in the wilderness. Now, amidst the chatter of friends and the anticipation of another adventure, you canât help but wonder if this time will be different, if the chemistry between you two will ignite once more, maybe with less action, because that would truly be weird in front of everybody.
As your horses amble lazily forward, Jiminâs hand finds yours, fingers intertwining seamlessly. The simple act sends a jolt of warmth coursing through you, a silent promise of companionship amidst the vast expanse of the open landscape.
âAre we all ready?â Jessiâs voice cuts through the anticipation, her gaze sweeping over the assembled group, met with a chorus of affirmations.
âAlright, team. Remember the drill: keep it smooth and stress-free,â Jessiâs voice rings out with authority, her grip tightening on the reins as she guides Cinnamon into a purposeful trot. âOur herdâs a dayâs ride east-west from here. Letâs make it count.â
With a silent nod to Jimin, you release his hand, urging Mikrokosmos into a spirited gallop. Together, you and Jimin form the rear of your group, a silent understanding passing between you. As you ride, you catch sight of Yoongi and Hoseok up ahead, their easy friendship evident in their smiles and hushed conversation. Mental notes flutter through your mind, a reminder to inquire about their date with Yoongi later on.
As the sun climbs to its zenith, you ride on until the familiar call for a break echoes through the air, signaling a pause for rest and sustenance. Settling down beside Jimin, his presence a comforting anchor beside you, you lean gently into the solidity of his frame, finding solace in the warmth he radiates.
The horses graze on the tender grass, luxuriating in their well-deserved respite, and you take a moment to replenish yourself with cool water and nourishing sustenance, feeling the energy seep back into your weary limbs with each sip and bite.
âHow are you feeling?â Jiminâs gentle inquiry envelops you like a warm embrace, his eyes brimming with genuine concern and a flicker of something deeper, stirring a flutter of desire in the pit of your stomach.
You chuckle softly, the sound mingling with the refreshing gulp of water as you tilt the bottle to your lips. âMy ass might be protesting a bit,â you admit with a grin, âbut Iâm holding up just fine.â
His laughter rumbles through the air, deep and rich, setting off a cascade of warmth in your chest. As you nibble on your food, you find yourself drawn into his orbit, the rest of the world fading into the background. In that moment, itâs just you and Jimin, lost in your own little universe.
With satisfied bellies and renewed spirits, you mount your horses once more, urging them into a swift gallop that carries you over hills and across vast stretches of open land towards the waiting cattle. The wind whips through your hair, and the rhythm of your horseâs hooves against the earth is like a steady drumbeat propelling you forward.
As the sky transforms into a mesmerizing palette of pinks and purples, resembling a scene straight from your own paintings back home, you canât help but marvel at natureâs artistry. Despite the long hours in the saddle and the fact that your ass is sore as hell, your determination fuels your journey, and at last, you catch sight of the cattle grazing on the horizon. Relief washes over you like a gentle breeze, a welcome respite after a long dayâs journey in the saddle.
With the sun dipping low and casting long shadows, Jessiâs voice cuts through the rustle of hooves and the low murmurs of the cattle. âThatâs it for today. Weâll set up camp and drive them back tomorrow,â she announces firmly, reining Cinnamon to a halt near the herd before dismounting gracefully. Her words signal the end of the day's journey, a welcome respite from the endless expanse of the range. As she steps down, the rest of the group follows suit, each rider swinging their legs over their horses and joining her on solid ground.
Unrolling your sleep mat and spreading out your blanket, you relish the freedom of sleeping beneath the vast expanse of the open sky. Tents seem suffocating in this sweltering heat, offering little respite from the relentless sun. Out here, under the celestial canopy, you feel a connection to the land and the stars above, finding solace in the simplicity of natureâs embrace.
Nestling your sleeping mat beside Jiminâs, you relish the closeness, finding comfort in the warmth of your boyfriend. Nearby, the others spread out their mats, creating a sense of friendship beneath the sprawling sky. Jungkook and your sister, too, opt for closeness, aligning their mats side by side, fostering bonds in the quietude of the outdoors.
Your group settles in for dinner, and Soo-ah interjects with a playful yet stern warning, her laughter echoing through the gathering. âIf I hear so much as a moan from any of you guys,â she jests, brandishing her flashlight like a beacon of authority, âIâll expose you with my flashlight!â Her eyes twinkle mischievously as she scans the circle, her tone a blend of admonition and amusement.
âI swear on every star in this sky, I would never do that!â You practically shriek, your voice rising in horror, eliciting a hearty laugh from Jimin beside you. His touch on the small of your back sends a wave of warmth through you, grounding and reassuring as you banter with the group.
Soo-ahâs stare pierces through the playful banter, her eyes holding a hint of mischief and warning. âItâs not you Iâm worried about,â she says with a sternness that cuts through the laughter.
Her gaze shifts to Jungkook and your sister, a mischievous glint dancing in her eyes, and suddenly they both burst into laughter, their voices echoing in the evening air like a chorus of mischief.
âHe totally doesnât have any problem with public indecency!â Soo-ah playfully accuses, her finger jabbing in Jungkook's direction amidst his relentless laughter, echoed by your sisterâs giggles.
âIâm sorry. Iâll keep it in my pants,â Jungkook quips, his laughter infectious as you share a playful eye roll with your sister. The idea of anything intimate happening out here in the open under the stars, right next to your friends, feels more gross than enticing. No thank you.
Amidst the laughter and banter, you all finish your meal, casting playful glances at Jungkook, who feigns innocence with a grin. With the sky now a canvas of darkness, sprinkled with the brilliance of a thousand stars, you prepare to surrender to the embrace of sleep, a well-earned respite under natureâs celestial canopy.
You glance around, and you notice the girls forming their own cozy enclave, their mats nestled together, sharing whispered secrets and giggles. Yoongi and Hoseok, not too far away, seem to have formed their own pact, their mats positioned snugly side by side. With a gentle distance between each group, the night air is filled with the soft murmur of conversation and friendship. Your sister and Jungkook have already settled down, their figures outlined by the fading light. You shift your focus to Jimin, his presence beside you a comforting anchor amidst the quietude of the night.
You chuckle softly, meeting his expectant gaze as his crooked grin lights up his face. âNo funny business,â you playfully jab a finger at his chest, a smile dancing on your lips, the warmth between you palpable in the starlit night.
He chuckles softly before leaning in to kiss you, his lips full of desire, love, and a hint of the roses that arenât even nearby. His tongue dances with yours, igniting a familiar fire within you. But the reality of your surroundings pulls you back; youâre outside, among friends and family. With a reluctant sigh, you pull away, planting a tender kiss on his cheek before turning around, inviting him to spoon you under the canopy of stars.
You nestle deeper into his embrace, playfully wiggling your hips against his, eliciting a soft chuckle from him. You sense the subtle response of his body against yours, his dick twitching against your ass. His arms envelop you, drawing you close, and you relish in the warmth of his embrace. As his head finds its place in the curve of your neck, youâre enveloped in the comforting scent of his presence, his breath a gentle caress against your skin. A sense of security washes over you as he wraps a leg around your hips, pulling you into an intimate embrace that speaks volumes of love and care.
You drift into slumber cradled in Jiminâs arms, his steady breaths a comforting lullaby against your ear, sending gentle shivers down your spine with each warm exhale.Â
As consciousness gradually returns, you blink away the remnants of sleep, greeted by the sight of Yoongi and Hoseok nearby, their figures illuminated by the soft glow of dawn.
âMorning,â Yoongi greets you, a weary smile gracing his lips as he waves a hand in your direction, his silver locks tousled from a night spent under the stars. With a hint of fatigue in his eyes, he absentmindedly runs his fingers through his hair. Hoseok follows suit with a wave, attempting to suppress a yawn behind his hand, signaling the slow transition from sleep to wakefulness.
The girls stir from their slumber, and you glance over to catch your sister and Jungkook sharing soft laughter, still nestled in their blankets. Returning your focus to your boyfriend, a fond smile tugs at your lips as you watch him peacefully asleep, admiring the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest with each steady breath.
With a stretch and a yawn, your sister breaks the morning silence. âMorning, everyone. Letâs grab some breakfast and get to it,â she suggests, her voice carrying a hint of determination.
You nod in agreement, your focus shifting to the still-sleeping Jimin beside you. Gently, you lay a hand on his chest, giving him a soft nudge, urging him to wake up and join the dayâs activities.
He slowly stirs beneath you, his eyes fluttering open, he greets you with a warm, sleep-laden smile. âWhatâs up, love?â
With a tender smile, your cheeks tinged with a hint of pink, you reply, âWe have to get to work, but food first.â
He rises from his slumber, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the sun-drenched landscape, basking in the warmth of the morning sun.
Amidst fatigue, you rally, rummaging through your saddle bags to retrieve the sustenance you stashed away. With weariness tugging at your limbs, you replenish your energy reserves, fortifying yourself for the task ahead: herding the cattle back home.
Swiftly devouring your meal, you swiftly equip your horses once more, preparing for the labor ahead. With practiced efficiency, you and your friends align, forming a protective barrier around the cattle, guiding them homeward with a synchronized grace.
As you ride alongside Jimin, your eyes playfully dart towards each other, sharing secret smiles amidst the task at hand. A gentle chuckle escapes your lips as you catch sight of Yoongi up ahead, with Soo-ah accompanying him, their friendship evident even from a distance.
âI need to have a word with Yoongi. Iâll be back in a moment,â you inform Jimin, urging your horse forward to catch up with Yoongi. As you draw near, Yoongiâs eyes meet yours, a welcoming smile gracing his lips, signaling his readiness to listen.
âHey there,â you greet them with a chuckle, offering a nod to both Yoongi and Soo-ah.
âYou just couldnât wait any longer, could you?â He teases with a laugh, his tone carrying a playful undertone.
âNope, couldnât wait a second longer,â you reply with a grin, your curiosity piqued. âSo, spill it. How did the date go?â You flash a knowing smile, eager for all the juicy details, your excitement barely contained.
As his laughter fills the air, you catch the subtle shift of Soo-ahâs attention, her gaze now fixed on your exchange, her curiosity piqued by the laughter.
âIt went well. We have another date next week,â he replies, his smile adorned with a hint of bashfulness, the faint flush on his cheeks betraying his otherwise cool demeanor.
âI knew it. I knew Hoseok liked you!â You exclaim gleefully, punctuating your words with a playful smack on his arm, teasing him with a grin. Soo-ah, beside Yoongi, appears taken aback by the sudden revelation.
âHoseok?â Soo-ahâs voice wavers, tinged with a hint of sadness. It hits you like a ton of bricks â fuck, you'd forgotten that she harbored feelings for him too.
âWait, you went on a date with Hoseok?â Soo-ahâs voice quivers with disbelief, her tone laced with a mix of surprise and uncertainty.
Yoongi simply nods, his expression weary, as if heâs exhausted from the weight of hiding his emotions for so long.
Soo-ahâs shoulders sag with disappointment, and you canât help but feel a pang of sympathy for her. However, her expression quickly shifts, and she manages to muster a bright smile for Yoongi. âWell, Iâm genuinely happy for you,â she says, her voice masking any hint of her inner turmoil.
âAny details you want to share?â You prod, a mischievous glint dancing in your eyes as you nudge him playfully.
He chuckles, shaking his head. âSorry to disappoint you, but it was pretty tame. Just dinner and a beer, nothing juicy to share,â he replies with a grin.
You chuckle softly, noticing the subtle blush coloring his cheeks. Despite his reluctance to share, you offer a supportive nod, respecting his privacy. After all, some stories are meant to be savored in silence.
âIâll head back to Jimin,â you announce with a grin, earning a playful eye roll from Yoongi, accompanied by his laughter.
You bring Mikrokosmos to a stop, patiently waiting for Jimin to catch up. As he approaches, his hand instinctively seeks yours, and he leans in, stealing a swift yet tender kiss.
âYoongi told me his date with Hoseok went good,â you share with a wide grin, still basking in the lingering sweetness of Jiminâs kiss.
His voice filled with a tender mix of love and adoration, he asks, âHm. Thatâs good. Do you want to go on a date with me next week?â Your heart swells as you canât help but smile, nodding your head eagerly.Â
âYes, of course.âÂ
âWhatâs all this about a date?â Jungkook suddenly appears beside you, causing you to chuckle at his unexpected arrival.
âHow about a double date at our place?â Jungkook suggests, his smirk stretching wide across his face. You roll your eyes at his typical suggestion, knowing that heâs always one for a group outing. Itâs not that youâre opposed to the idea of a double date; itâs just that you were hoping for some alone time with Jimin.
Jimin remains silent, his eyes fixed on you, waiting for your reaction, his gaze a mixture of anticipation and curiosity, silently urging you to respond.
âAlright, weâre in,â you agree, albeit reluctantly, to Jungkookâs proposal, offering a small smile that masks your slight disappointment at the change of plans. Nevertheless, you reassure yourself that it might turn out to be enjoyable after all.
âCool, Iâll tell Jessi,â he remarks with a grin before trotting off toward Jessi, whoâs leading the cattle atop Cinnamon, their faithful horse.
You spend the ride beside Jimin, hand in hand, lost in each otherâs company until the midday sun prompts a well-deserved break for nourishment. Time flies by, and soon you find yourselves back on Mikrokosmos, herding the cattle homeward once more, the day slipping away in the rhythm of hoofbeats and love.
As the sun dips below the horizon, casting the sky in hues of orange and pink, you find a spot close to a lake to set up camp once more. Dinner is shared, laughter exchanged, and as night falls, you nestle into Jiminâs warm embrace, finding solace in the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, a soothing lullaby that guides you into a peaceful slumber.
The morning light filters through the trees, illuminating the campsite, and youâre greeted by the sight of Jiminâs tousled blonde locks, wild and carefree. Your heart dances at the sight, and a tender smile graces your lips as you admire his peaceful slumber. Unable to resist, you lean down and plant a gentle kiss on his cheek, eliciting a soft, contented murmur from him. âWake up, Jiminie,â you whisper, your voice laced with affection, coaxing him from his dreams.
His eyelids flutter open, and he rubs them gently, allowing the golden rays of the morning sun to filter through and illuminate his irises like shards of amber. Slowly, his gaze shifts, finding you amidst the soft glow of dawn.
âMorning, my love,â he murmurs, lifting himself to meet your lips in a tender embrace, the warmth of his affection melting away the remnants of sleep.
âMorning, babe,â you reply, returning his kiss with equal fervor. Laughter from behind catches your attention, and you glance over to see the girls teasingly sticking out their tongues, playfully mocking your affectionate display. Ignoring their antics, you smirk and pull Jimin in for another kiss, this time with an added hunger, relishing in the closeness you share.
As you part for a breath of air, your sister strolls past, offering a cheerful good morning and casually grabbing some food from one of the saddlebags.
You stretch your arms, letting out a deep yawn. âI really need a shower,â you groan, feeling the stickiness of sweat and dust clinging to your skin after spending over a day in the same clothes. You have a spare set packed away, but it feels inadequate against the persistent grime that seems to have settled into your pores.
âI can fix you a shower,â Jungkook suddenly offers, and you turn your head to look at him in disbelief, surprised by his unexpected suggestion.
âI can make a makeshift shower over that tree. The lake is just over there, so itâs easy to grab water from there,â Jungkook explains casually, his suggestion igniting a spark of excitement in your eyes. You notice the girls also showing interest in the idea, their curiosity piqued by Jungkookâs proposal.
âCount me in too,â Ara chimes in eagerly, stretching her arms over her body as if to emphasize her desire for a refreshing shower.
âAwesome, leave it to me,â Jungkook declares, rising from his sleeping mat with purpose. He swiftly dresses himself and strides over to the nearby tree, where he begins fashioning a makeshift shower using nothing but rope and a tarp, his movements confident and efficient.
After nearly half an hour of focused effort, Jungkook completes the makeshift shower. Its walls are ingeniously constructed from tarp, creating a semblance of privacy amidst the wilderness. The crowning achievement is a homemade bottle with a spraying function rigged overheadâan unexpected touch of luxury in the great outdoors. You can practically feel the anticipation bubbling within you, yearning to shed the grime from your skin beneath the revitalizing cascade of water.
âDone,â Jungkook declares triumphantly, the sound of his hands coming together echoing through the tranquil air as he strides back to join the rest of the group.
âIâve got first dibs!â You exclaim eagerly, springing to your feet and darting towards the makeshift shower. With a swift motion, you shed your clothes, tossing them aside without a second thought. As you glance around, a moment of uncertainty washes over you, pondering the logistics of obtaining water for your much-needed shower.
âNeed water?â Jiminâs voice cuts through the air, his hands deftly carrying a brimming bucket that he expertly empties into the makeshift shower's overhead spray. The frigid cascade catches you by surprise, eliciting a startled shriek as the chilly droplets dance across your skin. Yet, amidst the shock, thereâs an immediate sensation of refreshment as the cleansing streams wash away the grime, leaving you feeling revitalized and invigorated.
Jiminâs laughter fills the air, warm and inviting.Â
âMind if I join?â He teases, a mischievous glint dancing in his eyes as he edges closer to the makeshift shower.
With a coy smile, you welcome Jimin into the makeshift shower, relishing the warmth of his gaze on your bare skin. As you part the tarp to invite him in, his eyes flicker with desire, and he sheds his boxers without hesitation.
As the water envelops both of you, your arms wrap around his waist, drawing him nearer. His lips meet yours in a tender kiss, igniting a passionate flame within you. Your bodies meld together seamlessly, your curves pressing against his firm form, sending waves of desire coursing through your veins.
You sense the growing hardness of his dick with each kiss, sending a surge of desire coursing through you. Your fingers itch to explore him, to feel him completely. A soft moan escapes your lips, mingling with a playful chuckle, as the intensity between you builds with each passing moment.
âWe can hear you, and we can also see your legs,â Soo-ahâs playful voice interrupts, snapping you both back to reality. You share a knowing chuckle with Jimin, exchanging soft glances as her words burst your intimate bubble.
âSorry!â You giggle, the lingering cold of the shower contrasting with the warm breeze on your skin as you step out, reaching for the towels Jimin has laid out on the grass. With a shared smile, you both quickly dry off, the urgency fueled by the anticipation of the day ahead, and eagerly slip into fresh clothes.
As the rest of the gang takes their turn in the makeshift shower, you all gather around to enjoy a quick meal before gearing up once more, ready to mount your horses and continue your journey.
You and Jimin reclaim the rear position, and you deliberately allow your horses to amble along, relishing the chance to intertwine your fingers while riding. His touch is reassuringly warm, his grip firm yet gentle, each calloused fingertip igniting a trail of desire along your skin, teasing your imagination with the countless ways he could use those hands to explore your bodyâs every curve and contour.
Despite the lingering soreness in your ass from the cattle muster, you eagerly swing onto Mikrokosmosâs back, feeling the rush of adrenaline as you urge her into a spirited gallop toward Bell Ranch.
As the relentless heat of summer refuses to bid farewell, the sunâs gentle embrace envelops your skin, warming you as Mikrokosmos dashes freely across the undulating hills, her hooves kicking up dust in her wake.
You guide Mikrokosmos into the yard with a sense of exhilaration, her powerful strides carrying you effortlessly forward. As you approach, your eyes fixate on Jimin, completely absorbed in his task within the barn where they store their heavy machinery. There he is, amidst the rustic charm, skillfully maneuvering the circular wood cutting machine wearing a white tank top and jeans, each motion a testament to his craftsmanship and dedication.
You rein in Mikrokosmos, bringing her to a graceful halt, and swiftly dismount, securing her reins to a nearby post. With purposeful steps, you make your way across the yard, drawn like a magnet to Jiminâs industrious figure within the barnâs dim confines.
You step into the barn, silently observing Jimin as he remains absorbed in his task, oblivious to your arrival. Beads of sweat glisten on his honey-toned skin, tracing a path down his taut muscles, each drop a testament to his exertion. His movements are fluid, almost mesmerizing, as he deftly handles the wood, cutting with precision and ease. With each motion, you find yourself drawn deeper into his world, captivated by the rhythm of his work and the raw strength he exudes. With a deft hand, he seizes a piece of wood, his movements graceful yet powerful as he guides it to the cutting blade. With a swift and practiced motion, he slices through the wood, the sound of the machine blending with the rhythm of his actions. Discarding the finished piece, he seamlessly transitions to the next, the cycle repeating in an entrancing dance of productivity and precision.
As you approach him, his focus shifts from the task at hand to your presence, his head lifting abruptly to meet your gaze. In an instant, his expression softens, a warm smile spreading across his face, like the sun breaking through clouds. With a click, he switches off the wood cutter, his attention now fully on you.
âHi, babe,â he greets, his voice a soft melody that reaches you even before your arms encircle him. Drawing near, you feel the warmth of his embrace, pressing your cheek against his shoulder and collarbones, inhaling deeply, the musky scent of him enveloping you, stirring something deep within.
His tank top clings damply to his skin, evidence of his hard work, but you pay it no mind, only seeking to hold him closer against you, craving the comfort and intimacy of his embrace.
âHi, love,â you whisper, pulling back slightly to meet his gaze, your heart fluttering at the sight of his deep, soulful brown eyesâfuck, youâll never get enough of those. Each glance a magnetic pull, drawing you in deeper with every heartbeat.
He leans in, his lips tenderly meeting yours in a sweet, lingering kiss that ignites a fire within you, every touch of his breath against your skin sending shivers down your spine. As he pulls back ever so slightly, you let out a soft moan of contentment, the taste of him still lingering on your lips. With a gentle touch, he brushes a stray strand of hair away from your face, his eyes locking onto yours with a depth that speaks volumes without a single word.
âWhat are you doing here?â His voice carries a note of curiosity as he brushes away another stray lock of hair, eliciting a soft chuckle from you as his fingertips dance lightly across your skin, sending delightful tingles down your spine.
âI just came to see how youâre doing,â you tease, punctuating your words with a playful tongue poke, earning a smirk from him in return.
âYou could have just called, you know,â he chuckles, stepping back from your embrace and reaching for another piece of wood, his grin playful yet warm, inviting you into his world of labor and laughter.
âBut then I wouldnât get to see you, dummy,â you retort, sticking your tongue out again, your playful banter punctuated by a mischievous grin. Jimin, with a smirk dancing on his lips, saunters over to you, his gaze locking onto yours, and as he nears, he moistens his lips in anticipation.
âDid you just call me âdummyâ?â he asks, his voice laced with amusement, one eyebrow arching in playful disbelief as he stands mere inches from you, the warmth of his breath mingling with yours, creating an intimate closeness that sends another shiver down your spine.
You nod your head, a mischievous glint dancing in your eyes as you tease him further, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip in a playful gesture, daring him to respond.
He groans softly, his hands finding your hips before boldly trailing down your back, his fingers gripping your ass firmly. âSweetheart, do I need to teach you a lesson on manners?â He murmurs into your ear, his warm breath sending delightful shivers down your spine, a rush of desire flooding through you, making your panties damp with lust. Fuck.
You bite down on your lip, attempting to stifle a moan, but it escapes nonetheless, betraying the intense desire coursing through you. Jiminâs chuckle only adds fuel to the fire, and as he withdraws from your trembling figure, youâre left practically quivering with need. Damn it, you want him so badly that your entire body feels like itâs on the verge of trembling apart.
âBut not now. Iâm working,â he adds, and you feel a wave of disappointment wash over you, visible even in the slight slump of your shoulders. When he notices, a chuckle escapes him, softening the blow of his refusal with his infectious laughter.
âIâm building a new shed to store more wood outside. You can help if you want, or I could teach you how to do it?â He offers, a glint of excitement in his eyes, eager to share his passion with you and maybe steal a few moments of closeness amidst the work.
Youâve never built anything like that, and the thought of handling power tools sends a thrill of nervous excitement down your spine. The challenge looms large, but so does the opportunity to learn and share this experience with Jimin. Itâs a leap into the unknown, but one youâre willing to take.
âYou donât have to,â he reassures you, his focus shifting back to the piece of wood heâs positioned in front of the cutter. You observe intently as he maneuvers the machine with practiced precision, the rhythmic hum of the cutter filling the air, the noise is loud, but not deafening. With each measured movement, he effortlessly shapes the wood, a testament to his skill and familiarity with the task at hand. As the newly cut piece falls to the ground, he seamlessly transitions to the next, measuring and drawing a cutting line, and methodically repeating the process. Despite the noise, it's a symphony of craftsmanship, captivating you in its symmetrical dance of creation.
As you watch him work, a sense of admiration washes over you. His movements, though skilled, seem approachable, almost inviting. You find yourself considering the possibility of trying your hand at it too. After all, he did offer to show you the ropes, and the task appears deceptively simple. Perhaps it's time to step out of your comfort zone and give it a shot.
âI wanna try,â you announce as he reaches for another piece of wood. His smile widens, and with a playful glint in his eye, he retrieves something from his back pocket.
âHere, put these on,â he says, offering you a pair of light blue working gloves. You slip them on, feeling a sense of readiness as you prepare to tackle the task ahead, your hands now shielded from the rough wood.
With a gentle yet firm grip on your hips, he guides you to stand in front of him and positions you facing the wood cutting machine, strategically placed atop a trailer.
With his warm, perspiring body pressed against your back, your heart races at the proximity, urging you to concentrate. Keep your mind on the task at hand, you remind yourself, feeling the electric charge between you intensify with every passing moment. Fucking focus!
âSee, Iâve already drawn the cutting line,â he explains, guiding your hands to rest firmly on either side of the wooden plank. His touch is reassuring, his voice steady as he ensures each step is understood. âPlace your hands here and here,â he continues, his fingers gently aligning yours with precision, emphasizing the importance of proper positioning for a precise and level cut.
His warm breath tickles your neck, sending shivers down your spine, igniting a fiery desire within you. His closeness is intoxicating, drawing you further into the moment as he instructs you on the next steps. âThen,â he murmurs softly, his voice sending ripples of anticipation through you, âlift your right hand from the wood, place it on the machine, and push in those two buttons.â
You shoot him a quizzical glance, uncertain if youâre meant to activate the machine at this moment. His gaze meets yours, reassuring and confident, urging you to trust in the process.
âGo ahead,â he encourages, his voice a gentle nudge to embolden your actions. You tentatively raise your hand, fingers hovering over the buttons as you absorb his instructions. With a steady resolve, you press both buttons simultaneously, unleashing the machineâs mechanical symphony. The blade whirls into action with a powerful hum, its motion mirroring the adrenaline coursing through your veins. In that moment, youâre not just operating a machine; you're wielding a newfound sense of capability and strength. As you release the buttons, the machine obediently falls silent, echoing the ebb of your exhilaration.
âWow, that was fun,â you exclaim, your voice infused with a newfound zest. The rush of operating the machine courses through your veins, leaving you feeling invigorated and empowered.
âTry cutting the wood then,â he whispers in your ear, his hands still gently resting on your hips. With a determined nod, you place your hand back on the machineâs handlebar, feeling a surge of confidence. You press the buttons to activate the machine, and then, with a steady hand, you guide the blade down into the piece of wood, slicing through it effortlessly.
Amidst the noisy whirl of the blade slicing through the wood, you maintain focus, feeling a thrill as the machine swiftly does its work. With unpracticed precision, you raise the blade back up, releasing the buttons as the machine powers down, leaving behind a cleanly cut piece of wood.
âI did it!â You exclaim triumphantly, spinning around, your heart dancing with the joy of your small victory. Jimin doesnât hesitate; he pulls you close, his kiss both fervent and hungry, brimming with unbridled passion. His tongue intertwines with yours, igniting a fiery dance that sweeps you away, your body yielding to his tender embrace.
He then draws back, fixing you with an intense gaze that sends a surge of electricity through your veins. âFuck. My girlfriend is hot,â he breathes out, his words laced with raw desire.
You chuckle softly, feeling the warmth of his lips pressing urgently against yours, his hands guiding you back against the trailer. With a gentle thud, the piece of wood falls to the ground behind you, forgotten in the heat of the moment.
âYouâre distracting me,â he chuckles, his lips still grazing yours as he tries to steal more kisses, his desire evident in the urgency of his touch.
You chuckle, feeling lightheaded and dizzy with love, âMy bad,â you reply, unable to suppress the grin spreading across your face.
You pull away from him, a spark of determination lighting up your eyes, âMind if I give it another shot?â
He chuckles softly, stepping aside to let you take the lead. You position yourself in front of the machine, eager to try again. As you secure a new piece of wood, you reach for the ruler, a glint of determination in your eyes. âAny specific length for this one?â
â250 centimeters,â he replies, his hands finding their place on your hips once more, offering both guidance and support. With a pencil in hand, you prepare to mark the wood, a shared moment of collaboration and trust unfolding between you.
With meticulous care, you measure and mark the wood, ensuring precision with each stroke of the pencil. Placing the piece under the blade, aligning it precisely with the drawn line, you're poised for a flawless cut, a testament to your growing confidence and skill.
With a firm grip, you engage the machine, its hum filling the air as the blade descends upon the wood with controlled force. A surge of exhilaration courses through you, an electric thrill as you master the machinery. Discarding the severed wood, your gaze finds Jimin, his eyes reflecting admiration and pride in your newfound prowess.
His lips find yours again, igniting a fiery hunger that blazes between you. In the heat of the moment, your senses heighten, and you feel the undeniable urgency in his kiss. As you deepen the embrace, your attention is drawn to the subtle bulge pressing against his pants.
He breaks the kiss, his eyes flickering open with a mix of frustration and desire. A frustrated hiss escapes his lips as he runs a hand through his tousled hair, a telltale sign of his inner turmoil. âI canât focus on work when you look this fucking sexy while handling power tools,â he admits, his voice laden with longing and a hint of exasperation.
You burst out laughing, unable to contain the warmth that floods your cheeks at his compliment. âMe? Sexy?â you tease, though his words ignite a flutter of excitement within you. Without hesitation, you pounce on him, straddling his waist, and eagerly capturing his lips in a passionate kiss, the intensity of your desire palpable in the air.
He embraces you fiercely, his lips moving against yours with a hunger that mirrors your own. Every touch, every kiss, ignites a fire within you, a burning desire that consumes your thoughts. You ache for him with an intensity that borders on desperation, fuck, you just want him so fucking bad.
âYou know this is dangerous, right?â His words cut through the haze of desire, injecting a note of caution into the charged atmosphere. Confusion clouds your features as you meet his gaze, searching for understanding in the depths of his eyes.
âFor me. Watching you work. Itâs better if I work and you watch me. You can hand me wood,â his words carry a hint of playful warning, a reminder of the tantalizing allure between you, tempered by the practicality of safety. His touch, firm yet tender, ignites a playful spark as he teases, his fingers tracing the curve of your ass and giving it a soft squeeze, eliciting a laugh from deep within you.
You mull over his words, acknowledging the undeniable heat between you, the pulsing reminder of his erection against your pussy. It's a tantalizing distraction, one that could compromise the task at hand. Yet, a mischievous thought flits through your mindâperhaps a break wouldnât hurt, a stolen moment to quench the fiery desire that simmers between you.
âSounds like a good idea. But donât you think you deserve a break?â You tease, puckering your lips and fluttering your lashes, a playful pout softening your features. His laughter ripples through the air, but beneath it, you sense his internal tug-of-war, caught between yielding to temptation and persevering with the task at hand.
âBabe, I really want to take a break, but I really need to get this done,â he confesses, his eyes holding a hint of regret, yet his smile remains as radiant as ever. Unable to resist, you lean in, your lips seeking solace in the warmth of his, a silent reassurance of your unwavering support amidst his obligations.
Somewhat disappointed, yet empathetic, you release a soft sigh. âI understand. I can always ravish you later. Let me lend a hand with the wood. Perhaps weâll finish faster that way, right?â You offer with a playful grin, eager to ease his burden while secretly anticipating the reward awaiting you both.
âYeah, thank you,â he murmurs appreciatively as you hop down from his waist, returning to your position behind Jimin to assist with the wood. A twinge of sadness pricks at your heart, knowing heâs pushing through his arousal, but you respect his decision nonetheless.
You two make a seamless team, with you swiftly grabbing pieces of wood for him, Jimin expertly measuring and cutting, and then passing the cut wood to you. This rhythmic dance continues until every plank is neatly sliced, a testament to your combined effort and harmony.
Exhaling with a mix of exhaustion and amusement, you reach for Jiminâs water bottle resting on a nearby bench, taking grateful swigs of the refreshing liquid. âPhew, this is hard work,â you chuckle, wiping the sweat from your brow as you catch your breath.
Jiminâs laughter resonates beside you, his eyes dancing with lust and amusement as he observes a few stray water droplets trickling down your throat, bypassing your eager lips.
âNow I get why youâre so muscular,â you remark with a playful chuckle, reaching out to give his taut biceps a playful squeeze.
His laughter fills the air, infectious and heartwarming, much like the man himself.
As the dust kicks up behind you, youâre grateful for Jiminâs company on this journey to the auction to buy new cattle. Though the cattle arenât his, heâs by your side, sharing in the excitement and anticipation. You navigate the rented cattle truck together with Jimin at the wheel, the road stretching out before you.
âDo you know what kind of cattle you want to buy?â Jiminâs question cuts through the rumble of the truckâs engine, his eyes fixed ahead on the dusty road, but his attention fully on you.
âIâve got this note from Jessi,â you confess with a chuckle, glancing at the scribbled instructions in your hand. âHonestly, Iâm clueless about cattle, so Iâm just sticking to this note.â As the trees blur past, a plume of smoke billows from the hood of the truck, and you shoot Jimin a concerned look. âUh-oh. That canât be good.â
The truck hiccups and sputters, its engine protesting with a throaty growl, while tendrils of smoke dance across the windshield, blurring your vision like ominous shadows creeping in.
Jiminâs frustration echoes in his groan as he runs a hand through his hair, his fingers tangling in the strands like threads of worry. âThe engineâs overheating,â he mutters, his voice tight with annoyance, as if heâs grappling with the machine's stubborn defiance.
You pivot towards Jimin, urgency creasing your brow. âCan you fix it? We canât afford to miss the auction,â you implore, the weight of the situation pressing down on your words like an anvil.
âIâll check the radiator fluid once the engine cools down,â Jimin replies, his tone laced with frustration as he guides the truck to the roadside and switches off the engine.
âShouldnât we pop the hood or something? Let some steam out?â You suggest, recalling scenes from movies where characters dealt with overheating engines. You wonder why heâs just sitting there, doing nothing.
He shakes his head firmly. âNo, thatâs a bad idea. The steam can scald you; itâs scorching hot. Weâll wait for the engine to cool down, then we can safely pop the hood and take a look,â he explains, his tone laced with concern for your safety.
âHow long should we wait then?â You ask, turning your head to face him fully, a tinge of frustration creeping into your voice. The urgency of reaching the auction on time weighs heavily on your mind, each passing second feeling like a missed opportunity.
âHmm. About 15 to 30 minutes,â he responds, reclining in the seat, resigned to the unavoidable wait as thereâs nothing else to do but watch the clock tick away, each passing minute feeling like an eternity.
You unbuckle your seatbelt and lean in closer to him. âI know what we can do while we wait,â you whisper seductively, your voice dripping with desire as you elongate your words, your eyes locking onto his with a mischievous glint, teasing him with a suggestive raise of your eyebrows.
He chuckles, his gaze already smoldering with desire as he licks his lips hungrily. Following suit, he unbuckles his seatbelt, his anticipation evident in the way his chest rises with each breath. Without hesitation, you climb over the center console, straddling his welcoming thighs. Settling onto one, you press your hands firmly onto his shoulders, locking eyes with him. With a subtle bite to your bottom lip, you release a soft moan, the heat between you palpable as you slowly roll your ass against his thigh.
He emits a low, primal grunt, his gaze a potent mix of adoration, love, and raw desire, his eyes already dilated to their fullest extent.
You press yourself against his thigh with increasing fervor, every movement accompanied by soft, needy sounds escaping your lips, lost in the sensation of seeking out friction and pleasure.
The sensation is exquisite, the fabric teasing your sensitive clit, igniting a primal need for more. Though you crave deeper intimacy, this slow burn is amazing, setting the stage for whatâs to come. Your breaths grow ragged, consumed by desire as you lean in for a kiss. Itâs a collision of passion, each touch lingering and heavy with longing. As you part for air, a glistening thread of saliva bridges the gap between you.
His gaze is a symphony of longing and adoration, a testament to his insatiable desire for you, mirrored in your own yearning for him. Each glance is a silent declaration of loveâ you can never get enough of each other.
You plunge into another fervent kiss, your lips melding with his as you continue to undulate your hips against his firm, commanding thigh. The sensation of his muscles flexing beneath you intensifies the already exquisite friction, sending waves of ecstasy coursing through your body. Fuck, this is heaven.
As you throw your head back in ecstasy, your breasts tantalizingly close to his face, a fervent cry escapes your lips, âFuck, Jimin!â
His hands, once anchored on your hips, now explore the curves of your breasts, their warmth seeping through the fabric of your shirt. âBabe, youâre so hot,â he murmurs, his voice husky with desire.
You moan unabashedly, surrendering to the urgent rhythm, each movement of your hips igniting a wildfire of sensation coursing through your body. With every grind against his thigh, you feel the tension coiling tighter within your core, a symphony of pleasure burning with each passionate roll.
You press your pussy down harder against his thigh, seeking deeper friction, every movement a testament to the raw desire pulsating between you. âShit, Jimin,â you gasp, your voice trembling with need, âI love you.â
He chuckles softly, his eyes alight with a mix of amusement and adoration as he observes the desperation etched across your face, your lips bitten in fervent desire. With each moan escaping your lips, you seek solace on his thigh, yearning for release. He leans closer, his breath warm against your skin, and gently nips at the sensitive skin of your neck before soothing it with tender licks. Moving to your ear, he whispers in a voice husky with longing, âI love you too.â
As you grind against his thigh, he skillfully teases and caresses your breast, his touch igniting a fiery need within you. Each kiss is passionate, fervent, mirroring the intensity of your desire. Yet, despite the fervor, itâs not enough. You crave more, yearning for every sensation, every moment shared with him, consumed by an insatiable hunger for his touch.
With a flicker of determination, your fingers deftly navigate the clasp of your bra, releasing it with a satisfying click. Jiminâs eyes darken with desire as the fabric falls away, revealing the curves of your bare breasts. Eagerly, he pulls your bra down, his touch igniting sparks of electricity across your skin, before lifting your shirt to expose your naked form.
You tease him, pressing your breasts against his face, feeling the warmth of his breath as he exhales against your skin. With a bold move, he flicks his tongue out, tracing a delicate path along one of your erect nipples. The sensation sends a rush of heat coursing through your body, pooling at the bottom of your panties.
His lips envelop your nipple, creating a tantalizing sensation that ignites every nerve ending in your body. Meanwhile, his deft fingers caress and roll your other nipple, sending electric currents of pleasure coursing through you. The world around you blurs as desire consumes your senses, leaving you feeling feverish and desperate for more. Lost in the intoxicating haze of the moment, you grind your hips against his thigh, seeking greater friction and release. With a breathless moan, you call out his name, your voice laden with longing and desire.
âJimin-ah!â
You feel so fucking wet and you canât help but wonder if youâve soaked through the denim of your pants. But in the heat of the moment, such concerns fade into insignificance, drowned out by the primal urge driving you to grind against him with increasing fervor.Â
Jiminâs groan vibrates against your chest, igniting a firestorm of desire within you. With a primal cry, you throw your head back, surrendering to the overwhelming tide of lust threatening to consume you, its intensity nearly palpable in the charged air between you.
Your breaths come in erratic bursts, your voice strained with the intensity of your arousal. âIâm so close,â you gasp, the words escaping between ragged breaths like a desperate plea for release.
His lips part from your breast with a soft, wet sound, only to enclose around the other nipple, his warmth enveloping you in a delicious sensation. A high-pitched moan escapes your lips, the sound echoing in the confined space.
With every roll of your hips, the coil tightens, drawing you closer to the edge until it finally snaps, sending a surge of pleasure coursing through your body.Â
As you press your core against his thigh, the warmth spreading, you feel the liquid of your orgasm staining your panties. Panting and frustrated, you huff, the intensity of the moment leaving you breathless and wanting more.
Jimin releases your breast, urgency in his movements as he dives in for a kiss, his hands eagerly pulling your body closer to his, seeking deeper connection and intimacy.
âYouâre breathtaking, my love. Watching you lose yourself like thatâitâs pure magic,â he whispers, his gaze locked with yours as you catch your breath, cheeks flushed with a rosy hue, a radiant glow emanating from your flushed skin.
With a playful grin, you trail your lips along his neck, leaving a mark of your passion on his warm skin. His laughter mixes with a soft hiss of pleasure, and when you draw back, a crimson imprint adorns his neck.
You lock eyes with him, your voice dropping to a seductive whisper, âJimin, I want to suck your dick.â
He rakes a hand through his tousled hair, a mix of frustration and desire evident in his gaze. You, with your tempting proposition, ignite a fire within him that he struggles to contain. With a bitten lip, he observes as you gracefully lower yourself into the cabin of the truck, the anticipation palpable in the air. Itâs so spacious, so you have no trouble fitting down there.
You watch with a hungered gaze as he spreads his thighs invitingly, a silent invitation youâre more than eager to accept.Â
Your fingertips trace the contours of his thighs, feeling the tension beneath his skin, eliciting soft moans from his lips. Your eyes flicker downward, drawn irresistibly to the prominent bulge straining against his pants.
You tease him through the fabric, reveling in the way his body responds to your touch. With a sly grin playing on your lips, you deftly unbuckle his belt, eagerly anticipating the sight that lies beneath. As you unzip his pants, his form is revealed clad in sleek black boxers, igniting a primal desire within you. The hunger to taste him, to feel him against your tongue, intensifies with each passing moment, fueling your anticipation to devour him once more.
With a heated gaze, he eagerly lifts his hips, granting you easier access to unveil his eager cock. You swiftly guide both his pants and boxers down his strong thighs, all the way down to the floor of the truck.
You trace the contours of his scars with tender fingers, your voice barely above a whisper as you admire each mark etched into his skin. âStill so beautiful,â you murmur, your breath mingling with the heated air between you.
His dick springs to life, the head flushed red, proudly standing tall with veins tracing a map of desire on his creamy skin. You lick your lips in anticipation, locking eyes with him as you inch closer to his cock, your gaze ablaze with unmistakable lust.
You tease him with the tip of your tongue, while your hand wraps around the base of his dick. As your tongue makes contact with the sensitive head of his cock, a deep, guttural moan escapes his lips, his hands tangling in your hair, gripping you with urgency and desire.
With a lustful and mischievous glint in your eyes, you envelop him with your mouth, tracing circles around the sensitive head of his dick with your tongue. The taste of his precum teases your senses, urging you to take him deeper. Giving head isnât usually your favorite, but thereâs something undeniably alluring about Jiminâs cockâitâs not just his physical beauty, but the way he responds to your touch, igniting a fire within you that compels you to pleasure him with every ounce of your being.
You dive into your task with fervor, enveloping him with your warmth and intensity, all while maintaining an unwavering gaze that locks you in a fiery lust. His eyes, deep pools of desire, reflect back at you, almost black with longing, his breaths growing deep and quick as his fingers instinctively grasp at your hair, gently pulling you closer, urging you on in encouragement.
âFuck. Youâre so good, babe,â he hisses through gritted teeth as you create a delicious vacuum with your mouth, humming softly around him, each vibration sending electric waves down his spine, igniting a fire of pleasure that consumes him.
The sweet ache of his praise fuels you, igniting a fierce determination to please him even more, to push the boundaries of ecstasy and leave him breathless with desire.
With deft fingers, you caress his balls, feeling the twitch of his dick in your mouth, and god you love it. You love watching him like this.
With a satisfying pop, you release his dick, leaving Jimin breathless and utterly entranced as his gaze locks with yours, ablaze with an intensity that ignites your own desire. Your tongue darts out to moisten your lips, a tantalizing prelude to what's next as you eagerly plunge back down on his cock, lost in the electric rhythm of your desire.
With an insatiable hunger, you engulf him, channeling every ounce of your desire into each fervent suction, tracing delicate patterns with your tongue along his sensitive head, and on the slit, eliciting a symphony of shivers cascading down his body.
Despite the strain building in your jaw and the fatigue creeping into your muscles, your determination to please him fuels your every movement.Â
You sense the telltale signs of his impending release, the subtle twitching of his muscles, the urgent grip on your hair. âI donât want to come yet,â he pleads, his voice tinged with desperation.Â
Responding to his plea, you halt your ministrations abruptly, withdrawing from him entirely, your tongue sweeping across your lips in anticipation of whatâs to come.
âI want to fuck you so bad,â he pleads, his eyes ablaze with an intensity that mirrors your own desire. The raw hunger in his gaze ignites a primal longing within you, an ache that only he can satisfy. Fuck, thatâs what you want too.
With a sense of urgency, you maneuver within the confines of the cattle truck, swiftly shedding your pants and panties, casting them aside in a rush of desire.Â
âFuck, Jimin, I want you to fuck me too,â you declare, your hands tenderly cradling his flushed cheeks as you settle back onto his lap, your pussy tantalizingly close to his cock.
You employ one hand to deftly guide his dick to your sobbing wet entrance, the anticipation sending shivers down your spine. With a deep breath, you lower yourself onto him, relishing the exquisite sensation of being filled as he too releases a throaty groan of ecstasy, captivated by the sight of you taking him in.
âFuck,â you pant, your gaze fixated on the point where your bodies meld together, before shifting to meet Jiminâs gazeâhis expression, a symphony of desire and ecstasy, ignites a primal hunger within you. Without hesitation, you plunge into a fervent kiss, pouring every ounce of longing and passion into the connection. As your lips mesh, you begin to undulate your hips, riding him with a rhythm born of pure sin, reveling in the exquisite sensation of his cock stretching you to the brink.
âYouâre perfect, so good,â he pants, his words a raspy chorus of admiration and pleasure, his eyes tracing the elegant movements of your body with awe. âYouâre taking me so well,â he adds, his voice strained with the overwhelming sensation of being consumed by your warm walls.
His praise reverberates through your core like a symphony, igniting every nerve ending and sending shivers of ecstasy down your spine. With each word, your inner walls contract around him, essentially hugging his dick tighter.
Your fingers trace the lines of his chest, feeling the taut muscles beneath his shirt, as if mapping the landscape of his body. Gripping his pecs, you find stability in his strength, grounding yourself in the heat of the moment.
Your breath quickens as you trail kisses along his neck, each bite leaving its mark. His moans fuel your desire, igniting a primal need within you. As he thrusts up into you, your bodies synchronize in a dance of pleasure, even though youâre beginning to feel tired.
Your voice trails off, a whisper against his skin as fatigue begins to weigh on your limbs. You lean into his warmth, seeking solace in his embrace. âJimin,â you murmur again, your breath mingling with his, a plea for rest and intimacy intertwined.
As his fingers trace gentle patterns on your hips, you feel his warm breath against your ear, sending shivers down your spine.Â
âWhat do you need, baby?â he murmurs, his voice a soothing melody in the quiet intimacy of the moment, his words a promise of comfort and understanding.
You lock eyes with him, your gaze filled with raw desire and an unmistakable urgency. âI want you to fuck me,â you confess, your voice laced with a mixture of longing and anticipation, your words a plea for him to consume you completely with his passion and desire.
A devilish smirk graces his lips as his hand trails up your spine, sending shivers of anticipation down your body.Â
âI am, baby,â he murmurs huskily, his voice dripping with promise, igniting a fire of desire that consumes you entirely.
You melt into his embrace, the heat of the moment fueling your desire. âFuck me harder,â you breathe against his lips, your voice a sultry whisper laced with determination. âI wonât break.â
His chuckle sends a delicious shiver down your spine, the vibration echoing in every fiber of your being, igniting a wildfire of desire within you.
âShit, okay,â he breathes, his voice a husky whisper that stirs the air around you. With a firm grip on your hips, he guides you down onto him, then surges up, driving into you with an intensity that steals your breath away. A deep, primal moan tears from your lips as he plunges deep inside, igniting a frenzy of sensation that leaves you gasping for more.
He continues, each powerful thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through you, your head nestled against his shoulder as you surrender to the intoxicating rhythm of his movements.
He breathes heavily against your ear, his voice a husky whisper as he drives into you with unrelenting force, each thrust igniting a new wave of ecstasy.Â
âLike this?â He asks, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine.
âFuck, yes!â You plead, your voice a needy whisper against his skin, your nails digging into his back as you arch into his every thrust.
With a low chuckle that resonates through your intertwined bodies, he drives into you with unrestrained fervor, each powerful thrust a testament to his primal desire, relishing the intoxicating blend of your scent and the tight embrace of your walls.
Youâre lost in the moment, engulfed by the overwhelming pleasure he brings, his presence inside you sending ripples of ecstasy through every fiber of your being. The sensation of his cock sliding against your walls is pure bliss, akin to the smooth caress of silk.
As he continues to delve deep into you, each thrust ignites a wildfire of sensations, intensifying the pleasure building within. With each rhythmic motion, your body responds eagerly, the telltale signs of an impending climax looming ever closer.
With a longing gaze, you tilt your head, locking eyes with him in a silent exchange of desire. Without hesitation, you immerse yourself in another passionate kiss. The taste of him floods your senses, a tantalizing blend of minty freshness and the delicate essence of roses, leaving you intoxicated with longing.
âJimin,â you gasp, unable to contain the impending wave of pleasure, âIâm gonna come.â His every thrust plunges you into a depth of sensation that sends shivers coursing through your entire being, curling your toes in exquisite anticipation.
âCome on my dick, baby,â Jiminâs voice rumbles with urgency, sending a surge of desire through your veins. With a primal hunger, he lifts your shirt, exposing your breasts again, and his mouth envelops your nipple, igniting a fiery response deep within you.Â
As you clench around him, a symphony of sensations reverberates through your core, eliciting a guttural groan from deep within his chest.
With a few more primal thrusts into your eager pussy, you finally surrender to the electric ecstasy, releasing around him in a deluge of passion. Your liquid coats his dick, creating a slick and intoxicating friction that amplifies the intensity of the feeling of him inside you. The rhythmic collision of skin on skin fills the confined space of the truck, echoing like a symphony of desire. As the air thickens with raw anticipation, you find yourself gasping for breath.
As your body succumbs to the aftershocks of your orgasm, he continues his primal rhythm, holding you firmly by your hips, anchoring you to his powerful embrace even as you collapse against his unyielding frame.
âSo fucking pretty,â his husky voice whispers in your ear, igniting a cascade of tingles down your spine, as you involuntarily clench around him once more, teetering on the edge of overstimulation from his intoxicating praise and relentless ministrations.
He releases your breasts, his lips finding solace on your neck, sinking into your flesh with a gentle bite, followed by the tender caress of his tongue. A guttural moan of his name escapes your lips, a symphony of pleasure and desire echoing in the confined space.
âI want you to fill me up, Jimin,â you whisper into his neck, your voice a delicate plea amid the haze of passion and exhaustion.
He responds with a low, guttural hum beneath you, driving into you with an intensity that surpasses anything before, each thrust echoing with a primal need, punctuated by his passionate moans.
You sense his breath quickening, a crescendo of desire matching the urgency of his thrusts. Feeling his movements intensify, you summon your last reserves of energy, rising to meet him with a determination born of desire. As you lock lips once more, then trail kisses down his neck, sinking your teeth in gently, he responds with a sharp hiss, a symphony of passion between you.
âFuck!â His voice breaks with ecstasy as he calls out your name, surrendering to the waves of pleasure crashing over him. With each pulse of his release, he fills you with his warm seed, your teeth sinking into his neck as you share in his ecstasy. The sensation of him spilling into you sends shivers of satisfaction through your body, fulfilling a craving youâd longed for.
You both pant heavily, the truck filled with the sound of your ragged breaths as you continue to move yourself on him, savoring every lingering tremor of his climax. His spent dick still twitches inside you, a testament to the intensity of his release, fueling your desire to prolong the shared ecstasy.
âJiminâ,â you gasp out his name, feeling the weight of his presence beneath you as you settle onto him, completely immobile, savoring the intimate connection. He responds with a low moan, his lips finding your cheek in a tender kiss, his hand tracing soothing circles down your spine, reassuring and comforting.
Gradually, you feel him soften inside you, a gentle ebb of warmth as his essence melds with yours, mingling intimately. Sensations ripple through you as your own liquid trickles down, probably trailing down to his balls and the seat.
He catches his breath, his gaze lingering on your satisfied expression before diving in to claim your lips. The kiss is fervent, filled with a hunger born from the depths of desire.
You draw back, a soft chuckle escaping your lips as you behold the canvas of his neck, now adorned with the marks of your affection.
His chuckle mingles with the remnants of heavy breaths, a playful glint in his eyes as he meets your gaze, âWhatâs so amusing?â
âYouâre a canvas of desire,â you murmur, tracing the love marks with your fingertips, a hint of mischief dancing in your eyes, âAnd I couldnât resist leaving my mark.â
But you feel sorry, âI hope you donât mind.â
âYours isn't any different, and I adore every mark youâve left on me,â he reassures, his words wrapped in warmth as he leans in for another passionate kiss, sealing your love with unspoken desire.
You feel how heâs gone completely soft inside you and you recognize the need to return to reality â to the road ahead or the ailing truck waiting for attention. With a mixture of reluctance and responsibility, you extricate yourself from his embrace, retrieving your garments and draping them over your sated form before making your way back to your seat.
As Jimin hastily pulls up his boxers and pants, the urgency of the moment seems to dissipate, replaced by a shared gaze out the window. The swirling plumes of smoke that had once billowed ominously from the truckâs hood have now vanished, leaving behind a sense of relief.
âIâll take a look at the engine,â he declares, leaping down from the truck with a determined air, muscles flexing as he pops open the hood. With practiced hands, he swiftly identifies the issue before returning to the cabin, his movements purposeful as he rummages for supplies. âItâs low on radiator fluid,â he announces upon finding the elusive bottle tucked behind the seats. Stepping back outside, he replenishes the tank with focused precision before securing the hood once more. Finally, he re-enters the truck, his expression a mix of satisfaction and determination.
âThis should be enough to get us to the auction, then weâll take it to a mechanic when we get home,â he reassures you with a warm smile, his eyes reflecting a mix of determination and affection as he turns the key in the ignition, the engine purring to life under his expert touch.
âCool,â you say, a smile playing on your lips as your hand finds purchase on his sturdy thigh, the warmth of his skin beneath your touch reassuring as he navigates the road ahead.
Jimin and Jungkook have been toiling away in their kitchen, conjuring up a tantalizing feast for you and your sister. As the aroma of their culinary efforts wafts through the air, you canât help but feel a surge of anticipation. So far, this double date is shaping up to be quite the culinary adventure, you chuckle to yourself, eager to see what delights await.
You find yourself perched comfortably in a chair, positioned strategically in the heart of the bustling kitchen. From this vantage point, you observe with growing admiration as the brothers, Jimin and Jungkook, seamlessly collaborate, their movements synchronized like a well-rehearsed dance. Across from you sits Jessi, a fellow spectator to this culinary spectacle. Both Jimin and Jungkook insist that you take a seat and unwind, assuring you that they have everything under control as they labor over the stove, intent on crafting a memorable dinner for all.
Silence reigns in the kitchen, broken only by the rhythmic sounds of knives slicing through crisp vegetables, the gentle hiss of steam rising from pots on the stove, the tantalizing aroma of spices mingling in the air. With each passing moment, the symphony of culinary creation crescendos, from the sizzle of something tantalizing on the grill to the comforting hum of the oven at work. The scent wafting through the kitchen is nothing short of intoxicating, teasing your senses and igniting a fierce hunger within you. Anticipation mounts as you eagerly await the unveiling of the culinary masterpiece being crafted before your eyes, your stomach growling in eager agreement.
âAlmost done, you can set up the table,â Jiminâs voice cuts through the bustling kitchen, the heat from the stove causing beads of sweat to glisten on his brow like tiny jewels. With determination etched on his face, he expertly tends to the simmering pots, his culinary prowess on full display. Acknowledging his command, you exchange a nod, your eyes alight with excitement as you and your sister swiftly move to prepare the table, gathering plates, glasses, and utensils with purposeful efficiency. Each clink of silverware against porcelain resonates with anticipation, a prelude to the feast that awaits.
As Jimin and Jungkook enter the room bearing platters of steaming, aromatic dishes, your anticipation peaks, heightened by the mouthwatering scents wafting from the kitchen. With the table meticulously set, every place arranged with care, you eagerly settle into your seat, the air buzzing with the promise of culinary delights.Â
You find yourself seated next to your sister, a comforting presence by your side as you engage in this delightful double date. Across the table, Jiminâs warm gaze meets yours, his eyes sparkling with shared excitement for the evening ahead. Jungkookâs presence beside your sister adds to the lively atmosphere, his easy going demeanor balancing the dynamic of the group.
You dine in a symphony of flavors, the tantalizing aromas wafting from the dishes crafted by the skilled hands of Jimin and Jungkook. Conversation takes a backseat to the feast laid before you, each bite a delicious revelation that dances on your taste buds. With every savory morsel, you find yourself drawn deeper into the culinary masterpiece, savoring each moment of culinary bliss crafted by the talented duo.
As the final bite of the delectable meal settles in your stomach, a satisfying fullness envelops you, as if the flavors will linger within you for days to come. With meticulous care, Jungkook and Jimin sweep away the remnants of the feast, gracefully tidying the table and expertly storing the remaining culinary treasures in containers, preserving the essence of the unforgettable meal theyâve crafted.
With a refreshing clink of glass, Jimin hands you a cold beer, his eyes sparkling with warmth as you exchange smiles. As you settle back into your seats at the table, the chilled beverages offer a welcome respite, inviting a relaxed atmosphere to linger a little longer in the company of good food and even better company.
âSo how is it going with you and Jimin?â Jungkookâs question hangs in the air, laden with curiosity and a hint of playful mischief. You catch Jimin's gaze briefly before responding, a knowing smile tugging at the corners of your lips.
A soft chuckle escapes your lips, the sound blending seamlessly with the warmth of the moment. Jiminâs hands reach out across the table, seeking yours, and as your fingers intertwine, a silent exchange of affection passes between you.Â
âAbsolutely perfect,â you murmur, your gaze locking with his in a shared understanding that transcends words.
With a tender expression, Jiminâs lips curve into a gentle smile, radiating warmth that fills the room. In response, you tighten your grip on his hand, fingers intertwining in a silent promise of support and affection.
Turning your attention to Jungkook, you inquire with genuine curiosity, âAnd how about you? Is it getting serious between you two?â
Your sisterâs laughter dances beside you, punctuating the air with warmth, while Jungkookâs sudden blush betrays a hidden truth, his gaze averted as though guarding a secret. Itâs a departure from his usual confident demeanor. Eventually, itâs your sister who breaks the silence, her voice brimming with happiness, âIt definitely is.â
It warms your heart to hear their confirmation. As you take a sip of your beer, you catch Jiminâs gaze fixed on you, a silent question lingering in his eyes. Thereâs a tension in the air, a question begging to be asked, yet he remains silent, his thoughts concealed behind an enigmatic expression.
âIs there something on my face, babe?â You inquire playfully, your eyes meeting your boyfriendâs as he responds with a gentle chuckle.
âAh, no. I was just thinking, since Kookie is heading over to your sisterâs place, would you like to sleep over tonight?â he asks, shooting a playful scolding glance at Jungkook, who finally seems to snap out of whatever reverie had held him before.
He laughs heartily, his eyes twinkling with mischief. âYeah. We wonât disturb you!â
A flush of warmth spreads across your cheeks as you chuckle softly. âIâd absolutely love that, Jimin.â
His smile widens, his eyes reflecting the depth of his love for you.
You savor the last sip of your beer, relishing the cold it brings as you enjoy the company of your boyfriend, Jungkook, and your sister. Laughter fills the room, weaving through conversations about everything under the sun. Surprisingly, this double date has been more than enjoyableâitâs been a blast. Yet, as the evening draws to a close and farewells are exchanged, anticipation bubbles within you. You can hardly wait to slip into Jiminâs embrace, where the night holds promises of passionate lovemaking until dawn.
Honestly, he really wanted to go to the city, because his girl deserves the best. Yet, here he is, strolling through the quaint streets of the local town, drawn to a shop unknown to him until now. He has never visited this shop before, but now that he has you, everything feels different, betterâ well, youâve changed him, made him remember who he is, and now that youâre finally back where you belong, his soul feels complete. The depth of his love for you knows no bounds, a force so powerful it compels him to stand within the walls of the local jewelry store, seeking a symbol of eternity to adorn you with.
Navigating the unfamiliar terrain of the store, he feels like a lost puppy amidst a sea of glittering treasures. Just as heâs pondering his next move, the store lady, with an air of gentle curiosity, approaches him, her presence a beacon of guidance in this maze of possibilities. âDo you need any assistance?â she asks, her voice a soothing melody in the otherwise silent space.
âYes,â he responds with a chuckle, a nervous energy dancing in his movements as he scratches his head, âIâm looking for the perfect ring for my girlfriend.â
The ladyâs smile warms her entire face, her eyes sparkling with understanding. âAh, of course,â she says gently, âIâd be delighted to assist you in finding the perfect ring for your girlfriend.â
She leads him to the grand displays adorned with a dazzling array of jewelry: rings of all styles, necklaces that shimmer like moonlit waves, earrings that sparkle like stars, and even tiaras fit for a queen.
As he gazes at the stunning array of jewelry, a wave of uncertainty washes over him. Panic begins to gnaw at his insides. Fuck, he realizes he doesnât know your preferences, and the pressure mounts with each passing second.
âDo you know what she likes?â The lady asks, her voice gentle and understanding. He shakes his head, his brows knit with worry, feeling a pang of guilt for not knowing your preferences.
âYou could always go with something classic,â she suggests, her fingers delicately gliding over the gleaming display of timeless engagement rings, each one whispering tales of everlasting love and devotion.
He doesnât like what he sees; they seem way too classic and basic for you. The ring needs to encapsulate the depth of his undying love for you, to be as unique and extraordinary as you are to him. His gaze wanders across the display until something glimmers and grabs hold of his heartstrings.
A purple gemâamethyst, glinting in the store light, captivating him with its ethereal beauty.Â
Thatâs it.Â
Thatâs the one.Â
It feels almost magnetic, drawing him in, as if it's meant for you and you alone. The ring, delicate yet radiant, adorned with a single purple gem set in gold, seems to whisper your name. Heâs certain you'll adore it. With unwavering determination, he points to the ring and declares, âThat one.â
The ladyâs smile widens as she retrieves a key from her pocket, unlocking the front of the glass display with a sense of excitement. âDo you know her ring size?â she asks, her voice brimming with anticipation.
As the store lady hands him the ring, he hears the gentle ding of the door, but he doesn't bother to turn around, his attention fully captured by the gleaming piece in his hand. Taking the ring delicately between his fingers, he turns it around, studying every detail with a mix of admiration and reverence.Â
Itâs perfect. Just like you.
âYeah,â he nods, retrieving a slip of paper from his pocket, on which a number is scrawled hastily. He hands it over to the store lady, a silent plea evident in his eyes.
She takes the slip of paper from him, her eyes scanning the number with a gentle smile. âWe have this ring in her size out back, just a moment,â she assures him, disappearing momentarily into the depths of the store.
As he waits for the lady to retrieve the ring, he finds himself drawn deeper into the mesmerizing allure of the jewelry before him. Each facet of the ring seems to hold a story untold, its sparkle casting a spell that captivates his senses. Lost in contemplation, he feels a presence at his side, and without turning, he subtly shifts to make room, inviting the stranger to share in the enchantment of the display.
âJimin?â Jessiâs voice cuts through the air, almost startling him as he stands there, the ring gleaming between his fingertips. Her wide-eyed astonishment mirrors his own, catching him off guard in the midst of his silent contemplation.
âWhat are you doing here?â The simultaneous inquiry from both him and Jessi fills the air, followed by a burst of laughter that breaks the tension.
âIâm picking up my earring that broke some weeks ago, you?â Jessiâs voice carries a curious undertone, her gaze still fixed on his face, searching for answers.
As her gaze travels downward and lands on the ring in his hand, Jessiâs eyes soften, and she tilts her head ever so slightly. âIs that for my sister?â She asks, her voice filled with a mixture of curiosity and warmth, as if she already knows the answer but wants to hear it from him.
Just as the conversation with Jessi begins to deepen, the store lady returns, cradling a wooden box in her hands. âHere it is,â she announces, breaking the momentary silence with a gentle smile.
As the store lady passes the box to him, retrieving the ring from his grasp, her gaze flits between him and Jessi, a hint of curiosity flickering in her eyes, puzzled.
Jimin gingerly opens the box, unveiling a ring even more captivating than the one he had admired earlier in the display. Jessi leans in, her curiosity piqued, to steal a glance at the exquisite piece nestled within. âItâs stunning,â she murmurs, her voice filled with genuine admiration.
Jiminâs voice carries a hint of uncertainty as he gazes at the ring, seeking reassurance from Jessi. âDo you think sheâll love it?â he asks, his nerves palpable despite his conviction that this ring is the perfect choice.
Jessiâs voice is filled with unwavering certainty as she nods emphatically. âJimin, trust me. Sheâll absolutely love it.â
A sense of urgency colors Jiminâs voice as he pivots to address Jessi directly, his eyes pleading for her understanding. âPromise me, Jess. You canât breathe a word of this to your sister, okay?â
Her laughter dances in the air, but her promise is firm, wrapped in the sincerity of her smile. âI wonât say a thing,â she assures, her eyes glinting with mischief and excitement.
With anticipation coursing through his veins, he settles the transaction with the store lady, the weight of the ring box in his hand a tangible reminder of his love and commitment. Now, all thatâs left is to orchestrate the perfect moment to present it to you, a moment he imagines with fervent hope and longing.
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Day 22 : Park Jimin . +18
Content Warning: Public, sex toy, dom jimin
Your legs close, trying to supress the feeling of the toy vibrating inside of you. His hand carress your back softly calming you down a little bit. Your fingers are still gripping onto a dress from the store. "I think this could look very pretty on you" His deep voice send shivers along your spine. When you look at him you can clearly see his finger, powered by the devil actively moving the buttom up and down, controlling the waves that brush pleasure into you.
He makes it stop and your body relaxes a little bit. The dress gets thrown into the shopping basket, that's already full with clothes. "Let's go to the fitting room and see how it fits you" You can't articulate words, since you're so worried it'll reveal your contained moans. You'd never been to a shop like this. Everywhere you look there's othing but luxury.
The fitting room is no exception. The workers walk you towards the biggest one in the whole store. It could be consider a small motel's room. There's champagne for you to share, a big ass couch and a podium. Your mind instantly links the room to a bride's fitting room. His hands are busy hanging the dresses to the racks, so you have time to recover from the intense vibrations.
Once he's finished, he sits on the couch, hands around the back of it, feet on the coffee table. You take it as a sign to start putting on the clothes. As soon as your pants fall to the ground the vibrations come back, your body shakes out of pleasure, your legs tremble threatening to fail and make you fall. "Don't stop" He orders.
You do your best to regain your strength and put on the first dress. The mirror reflects your figure. The long red dress fits you really well. Your breasts are being lifted by the fabric. Its thinness marks your nipples. "Come here" He demands and you obey. His hands touch your body, passing over your curves. They get all the way up to your breasts. They're cold, so cold that you feel the chilly sensations through the fabric. The vibrations speed up.
A soft moan escapes your lips and you rush to cover your mouth with your hands. He seems unbothered by it. His fingers move the fabric to expose your lingerie underwear. His index carress over your wettness, getting infected by the vibrations. "You must be desperate" He comments to himself. The toy's actions intensify. You try to protest with whispers but they get drown by your whimpers and moans. "You don't have permission to cum tho" His words set your mind on pain.
"May I cum?" You whisper. He simply shakes his head. "Try on the next dress come on" At this point your legs are so weak that you can barely walk. You somehow manage to tr on the next dress. The vibrations slow down. "I don't like this one" He says. You take the brief peaceful moment to breathe deeply. The next dress is much more flattering. Jimin seems to agree because the vibrations intensify.
"May I cum?" You ask again, more desperately. "You may not" He replies cruelly. "Please" You beg. Your legs finally give up, forcing you to fall onto the floor. "May I cum?" A shake of his head. "May I cum?" You repeat it a couple of times until you finally get his approval. Your orgasm is intense, messy, loud. It makes your pleasure feel with embarrasment and slight pain due to the overwork on your folds.
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IT'S NOT ABOUT THE HICKEY
This post was triggered by an anon moving around in these spaces trying to explain away the hickey/bite moment as something trivial. I will save my thoughts on the hickey for the end of this post.
First of all, to that anon- Get off your high horse. Not being a shipper doesn't make you superior. You are probably one of those cringey people cancelling queer armies on tw!tter these days. Now readers, sip your drink as you read this short think piece-
OT7 Captains in the fandom bubble:-
I really don't get the superiority complex of so called OT7s who love to live inside this cute little bubble they have created for themselves or as they call it nowadays:- " a curated tl". Cancelling people everyday and actually driving people away from the fandom. Every bio says "multis, solos, shippers dni". What are you afraid of? Little pixels? I have personally followed solo fbs of all members and boy the things I have found! They can get extreme at times, but it takes 2 minutes to fact-check their claims and draw your own conclusion.
I follow wholesome ship pages too, they are a great way to not miss out cute moments between various duos. If you are blocking them out, you'll be swept into whatever the OT7 decide the important interactions are. đ€·
Have y'all watched 'The Social Dilemma' on Netflix? I would actually want all bts fans to give it a watch. A very prominent tech figure admitted that she follows a good number of Tw!tter accounts that disagree with her to ensure that she gets to see all sides and all opinions. When you deliberately 'curate' a timeline to feed only your opinions, to make a 'safe' space that doesn't trigger you, without letting new thoughts penetrate it..THAT! That's the beginning of a cult.
Army is not a cult for defending BTS or for calling out billboard and other big authorities, but army is indeed a cult with the way they move against people within the fandom.
I said what I said.
With a curated 'OT7 captain' timeline, you start internalising things about the artists that the people you follow want to believe:-
1. All true army are OT7 and non shippers. đ«đ«
Sure some of them are. But biases exist for a reason, right? If you think people don't run their bias's playlist more than the other 6, you are so deluded. Spotify wrapped'23 was a prime example. With the solo era, the rise of solo fanbases was unavoidable.
2. Your favourites are spotless, impeccable people. đđđ
They are so not. They date, they make mistakes, they hurt people (like we all do). Heck, they might even offend certain groups of people, unknowingly or knowingly. Being ignorant is also a flaw.
3. Everything they say on camera is true.đđđ
Everything they say on camera is what they want you to know. As Park Jimin of BTS, as Kim Namjoon of BTS and so on. And yes, your perception of them should be built based on their words alone, but it doesn't mean that you purposefully stay blind in a way that serves your personal projections onto the members. As Jimin once said " please take our words as they are"(Festa 2022). Read between the lines, and you get- "please do not make assumptions about us, please do not project past or future narratives onto us." No matter how much it makes BTS look like a saint, DO NOT paint them as perfect human beings just because they are your idols.
Once you get into the fandom bubble, you start rejecting all opinions that threaten to puncture that perfect bubble. In that process, you end up never getting to know about how some member promotions were horribly managed, how company delayed certain stuff, the obvious company agenda and different business strategies for different members. It's not about victimising members, but calling out the company when they make obvious mistakes. You do not see when hate against a particular member gets aggravated to the point it affects streams and sales.
And musical preference? The way the fandom just collectively decided that if you hate any song except 'ON ft Sia", you are basically an anti. I have no words.. I'll come out and say: I don't like DNA. SORRY JIMIN. Sure it's a great concert song, or maybe at a party, but it's never making it to my down-time personal playlists. Cancel me?
Top Social Artist?
This is my personal opinion. BTS having a huge presence on social media is both a boon and a curse. While it ensures that new fans are made everyday, the bts social media presence is an uncontrolled monster right now. Millions of insta, YT channels- most of them spreading a superficial image of BTS. It's for this reason, there are so many 'fans' out there who just love BTS for the few members and their visuals. I can guarantee you that they don't even know how streaming works, but they'll be sure to have an insta name like "mrs.jeon jungkook". If you made it to this part, I don't need to tell you how certain ships inducted their shippers through these very channels, spreading misinfo about the group dynamics and a completely manipulated idea of the boys, as if it's not real life, but some shitty bl drama.
While the company is obviously doing nothing about this mess, it is YOUR duty to focus on what's important as a fan and participate in projects that plan to counteract this mess. ( Of course only if you have time)
So..what does the hickey have to do with all this?
When you finally grow out of your perfect pure breed OT7 agenda, who considers this group of men a picture perfect family who can do no sin, you'll be ready to view the hickey/bite mark as a normal functioning member of the society who's in touch with reality.
Did I just write "pure breed"..
Let's say the hickey/bite does not actually mean anything intimate in a romantic sense. Sure. Even I think it was probably not an exclusively romantic thing. And this is coming from someone who ships them, but I do not see them as 2 people who are dating each other (because I don't claim to know their personal lives).
An older person biting the neck of a younger person long enough to leave a mark is NOT A NORMAL LEVEL of skinship. For friends, for family, for brothers. And this goes for Korea as well as at a global level. Not only k-jikookers but also k-armies had raised eyebrows when that happened. If you didn't raise your eyebrow at this, you need to go out more, have a social life, hang out with long term friends, idk.
But I'm sure if it was a man and a woman, you would have already declared that they are f@cking.
If you have observed jikook through the years, they have had an abnormal level of skinship that even surpasses skinship within their own group. Reminds me of the Butter photoshoot behind, where JK's hands so naturally slid under JM's crop top, like it was a usual thing. Now if one of them reacted differently or in a goofy way, I'd still brush it under the rug. But what had me scratching my head was the indifference. How close do 2 people have to be, for someone to SEARCH for familiar skin to touch?! Let's not forget how JK always touches JM's neck like a habit, massaging, holding, or just caressing, usually a little inside the collar.
Now if they were a man and a woman, you would have already declared that they are f@cking.
If you don't at the very least, acknowledge that it's an abnormally high level of skinship, and that jikook are at the very least, a highly interdependent, symbiotic, close, 2 souls-1 body entity, the closest duo in bangtan..then you are the delulu here. đ«”
I would advice such anons to stop visiting shipping spaces if you are bringing nothing to the table. (As I always say, opposing views are always welcome as long as you bring receipts and not hate). Maybe spend some time talking to real life people, couples, friends, you know?
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