#sigh. do i need to get up and finally offer my playlist as tribute even though the corresponding fic is kicking my ass. is that it

[theinfinitedivides]

saw an DM!IWTV x Sting edit posted in the tags but it's that one song he did for Arcane...................... i understand this generation is young but i have seen so many edits across fandoms to that song i can't do it anymore. free me

[juniebjoneswrites]

Bring Me Home // Harry Styles

Acceptance (1)

My eyes are closed and my whole body is tingling like I left it for too long in a nightmare and it's finally waking up slow and groggy.  I'm surrounded suddenly by cold winter air as a door opens. Someone in the distance calls my name but I can't dig myself back up to reach them. My toes wiggle and dance with the dirt in my sandals and I reach for that feeling. My arms cover my chest, stopping the cold from hitting my wet bathing suit and I can't help but wonder if this is what he felt like, it must have been cold. Wet and cold, with the ocean spraying sand and foam.

"June?" My eyes flutter open. The broken, fluorescent bulbs of a gas station throw sickly, yellowing shadows over my sister. I look around and the only door I'm in front of is the freezer section. The frozen single-serve pizzas are staring back at me sadly.

I look down at her hands and see the Powerade she grabbed, bags of chips, and a gallon of water. "I'm back," I say slowly. I grab the water, becoming fully aware of my cottonmouth. Taking big gulps I think of my brief and tragic winter vaca hallucination and remember it was definitely summer. Guzzling this water as if it were from the Tuck Everlasting spring itself and I'd live forever, I glance at the aisle mirror. Unfortunately for this man I caught him staring at my sister and I. I cap the jug and hand it back to her, "go pay."

I  turn my back, heading to the corner where his aisle and mine meet. "What's up?" I ask bluntly, "Do you usually creep on scantily clad women who're minding their business?" getting to him I realize how I shrink in his presence and the tiredness his face holds. And there was something else.. Familiarity.

He looks uncomfortable, "Was just making sure you weren't dead on your feet," he smiles nervously, "I tried to chat with you before your friend came in but you didn't respond."

I squint my eyes, if they weren't so glossy and my head didn't feel like it belonged underwater then maybe I could have placed him. But alas, like offerings to Xibalba, the stars were not in position for this tribute. Aka me. I again cross my arms and let out an "mhm." Angrily plucking a snack from his hand and walking away, I'm very aware of how many he can hold in the same hand as his bottled water.

I want to ask my sister if listening to all those true crime podcasts have done nothing for her since she's waiting for me in the darkened parking lot. But I figure the wrong place, wrong time. The lot is riddled with potholes and faded paint and there's usually one kid hanging around the outskirts, seemingly waiting for someone. She tosses me the Powerade and some Visine eye drops. "That bad?" I ask.

"They're as bad as your sunburned ass," she laughs, I shrug. We can't win them all.

We cross the deserted street to the ocean where the fire is blazing and our six closest friends are waiting for us. The waves lap the shoreline and the moon shines high above like a nightlight I had once wanted to kiss, but now holds my secrets. I disliked the dark, but I dislike the heavy stare the  moon now follows me with even more. I heard laughing, crackling fire, and the subtle sounds of a playlist through speakers. I could almost forget why we were there. I vaguely register a car driving off as my sister takes my hand.

 "Is it time?" she asks, standing near the fire. Sam gets up from a log, shakes his brown curls from his face and stands at the shore line. Craning his neck upwards he checks the moon's position. Just this once I wished it would close it's eye. He makes a sound that seems like a "yes," as it struggles to leave his throat and I can't tell if it's from the angle of his neck or the emotions of what we're here to do.

Sam grabs the box and we walk to the boat they probably used in the Notebook. We row over to the crag of ocean rocks that leads to a trail up a cliffside. No one speaks. I can feel a wetness coming over my cheeks that I'm certain had nothing to do with the ocean spray. We tie the boat to a tree and move up the cliff. I will my sandals to corporate and keep me right but that's like asking seaweed to keep the shark steady so I let the cliff wall guid me instead. Slowly the rocks and granite turn to dirt, and grass and I know we made it to the top. From this point, the moon sits perfectly centered over the cliff's edge. I can feel the choices we've made and how this is completely and utterly the best one.

I hear laughter again, feel the excitement, the friendship. However this time it's not something any passing person would see. It's a memory of many times that had come before and many times that would not come again. We open the box. A small blue and silver ceramic pot sits inside. Sam pulls it out, walks over to the edge and pours a little in his hand. He tosses his brother's ashes into the sea that took him. The final middle finger Elijah would have given if he had been alive to do so. Except if he was alive he could give two and I know one would be for me. I close my eyes as he throws the rest.

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That beach and gas station were still part of our stomping grounds, but that summer it was less frequent and we spent more time cuddled on couches and wandering graveyards. Death will make you do strange things. Guilt will make you do stranger. I watched days, weeks, even months blur together until finally it felt like the fever broke and I woke up. Fall feels like a rebirth, a brief moment of clarity before winter asks if that's what you really want. I dress and drive to the gas station.

 Turning off my car I can feel the cool wind coming from the shoreline. Walking to the waves I crane my neck the way Sam did and wish for the moon above me. I need to know what it saw. The ocean spray cools my body and nerves while waves kick sand on my boots. I stand there listening to the crashing for some time before someone pulls me from my depths.

I turn around to see the gas station worker, he waves. "Where did you kids go?" he calls over the crashing. "I thought you forgot about old Seb," he chuckles as he walks to meet me. "Was worried something happened,"

 "Something did... happen," I reply. He frowns, understanding my emphasis. "Yeah," I say heavily. I start walking away, I want to go to the cliffs. He stops me.

 "You know that guy came back a few nights later," he pauses, "he was looking for you. Said something like wanting 'to make sure that girl was alright,'" he pauses. "It took me a minute to realize he was talking about you. He said you looked sad," I must look confused because he fumbles on, "uh.. he uh was there the last night you and your friends were here...." he trails off, gesturing to the shore, "tall, dark hair, had an accent."

I trace that night back to it's beginning when a memory hits. Oh. Now, how does one tell Mr. Harry Styles, "Sorry about last night, it's just that I was sad and angry and had to spread my friends ashes"? Because unlike John Mulaney I haven't lost the best excuse I have.

"Has he been back since?" I ask.

 "Only once," he replies.

I smile a smile that has stopped reaching my eyes and pat his arm as I walk away, "Thanks, Seb." I say. I make it a few yards before he calls again.

"Oh! I gave him your name," I hear the triumph in his voice. Seb wasn't always the best for remembering. He's getting older and lost his wife a few years back.They ran the station together but ever since she passed it's just been him. We told him to hire help, even to hire one of us since that was our go-to snack shop when we're at the beach. However, he's a stubborn man and refuses the help he doesn't think he needs. I turn around to see him smile his wide, goofy smile and for a brief moment I'm happy with him.

"Did you now?" I ask playfully, "Then why hasn't my mysterious man found me yet?"

He shrugs, "Maybe just waiting for the right time, or to find you at my shop again," he smiles wide.

"Maybe," I respond, "I guess I'll have to come around more," I start walking away but suddenly I turn on my heels, as if forced by unseen hands, "Maybe instead, Seb, you could hire me? Increase my chances at seeing him."

He pauses to think. I know he thinks he doesn't need help, but I know he does and I need to help someone since I can't help myself. Or maybe I'm a masochist. Or maybe if I can meet my "mystery" man I'd have a break from this nightmare.

He sighs and walks over, "Well I guess it would be okay, since it's for love and all,"

I almost kiss him. "You're one lucky man, Seb." I put my arm around his shoulder, facing his station, and wave it in an arch like we were imagining a better world, "With my help we might even fix those potholes." He laughs and I lead him back to the station to fill out my paperwork.

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I never make it to the cliffs, I end up helping Seb well into the night. When I pull up to my apartment I see my sister's car in a guest spot. I sigh heavily, taking a long drink of my melted slushie and make my way inside. She's asleep on my couch with reruns of the Golden Girls playing and a plate of uneaten food on the coffee table.

She wakes as I sit on the floor between her and the table and pick at the food. "Where were you?" she asks.

"I got a job working for Seb," I hold up the slushie.

"What? He actually hired you?" she half sits up, "What kind?"

I stick out my blue tongue and she lays back down in disgust. She likes the red. "Yes, Jo, my sweet talking is good for more than drinks in a bar," I say dryly.

"Well maybe you can get him to have better snacks," she opens the covers for me to join her. I crawl under the blankets with my big sister like I'm a child again and hope the protection she offers will keep my dreams at bay. But like many sailors and ships lost to its melody of waves, the siren sea calls me back.

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[drukkie-kookie]

Alla Prima (Pt. 2)

Pairing : Jimin x Seulgi

Genre : drama, angst, smut, college au!

Word count : 3,655

Description : When an antisocial realist-painter, Park Jimin decided to change his subject from scenery to a breathing things, he didn't expect one particular homo-sapiens Kang Seulgi whom he has been avoiding since that day, whom painfully stunning, and probably wouldn't even take a single glance on him in million years, voluntereed herself as the tribute for his new project. And by means, even if it's included a package of her without a single clothes on.

P.S.:  Sorry for 1 moth+ delay. I had to do fasting and it also meant no reading smut, writing smut, or even thinking about smut so yeah hehehe..... And also I will fly to korea tomorrow so no updates for around 3 weeks? Bear with me pls T--T. Love you all. Happy reading!

“Why?”

Jimin uttered a single question with millions of possibilities for the answer. She meaningfully stared back at him, slightly hesitant to answer the question that even made her fidgeted with her nails again. The sight in front of him brought him back to that day, but he still managed to restrain the urge to hold her hand once again, gladfully. A slight of change of air made Jimin taken aback.

“Do you need to have an answer for that? I thought you just need a model! That’s it!”

She suddenly raised her voice an octave higher, gathering an unwanted onlookers from around both of them. Jimin didn’t understand her at all. It was just a simple question and he expected a simple answer, is that so hard comprehend? He started to wonder on her motives even more.

“Of course!” Jimin ridiculously answered. This next project of his is his lifeline. He wanted to upgrade his skills as well as his equipment once more, so who on earth would carelessly picking up a model?! Not him of course. No matter how gigantic his crush on her and the way his heart leaping in excitement when she offered him her help. But he need his mind on the wheel this time, art is not a game for him. It’s an ambition, a goal he should achieve. A gift he should hone day by day. A hobby he should enjoy to the fullest.

Jimin waited for her answer, but they ended up staring at each other, or glaring at each other with no valid reason, as both of their breath heaving up and down as if they were in marathon. Seulgi closed her eyes in exhaustion. Her cheeks flared, and she suddenly get up from her seat, stomping away from hm.

“Fine.” She said. And Jimin gone speechless. What the hell is going on?!

Jimin hastily gathered his things and run after her. “Wait!” He grabbed her wrist and dragged her to the nearest unoccupied hallway. She hide her face with her fringe, clearly uncomfortable with the situation. She didn’t expect him to agree at all to be honest, but let alone being chased like this.

“Have you even read the requirement? It said you have to be naked at some point because I’m not going to paint just one, but multiple painting of yours. Can you do that?” Jimin carefully throwing the biggest bomb from his requirement. Her cheeks turned rosy a little bit but it was gone with a determination in her eyes.

“Yes I have.”

“And not only just that, this might last for this whole semester. Because this project is gonna be my first exhibition of my own as well as the assignment for the end semester task. I might call you in ungodly hour because I worked best at night, depends on my mood. And speaking about mood, I can be very moody. Are you really up for that?” It was not his intention to scare her away, but those are the truth. And he will not sputtering lies to the person he’s gonna spend the rest of the semester with. Even if it’s her. Even though he wanted he to stay so much on her decision.

She sighed and smiled a little bit. She saw the crease on his forehead and she knew he meant good with all these hassle. “Yes I know Jimin-sshi and I wouldn’t be there, mustering up my courage to tell you the proposition if I hadn’t read all the requirements. So yes, I’m up for all of it.”

The finality in her answer makes Jimin quite.

“So…?” She trailed back, confused with the ambiguity of his response.

“All right. Deal.” Jimin gave out his hand for a handshake and she gladly accept it. “After this, there’s no turning back, alright? I won’t accept you turning down the deal in the middle of the work, ok?” He confirmed once again, just to be sure. She nods her head, “Yes of course.”

“So when do we start?”

He couldn’t believe he ended up here, 9:30 p.m., at the football headquarter.

Hoseok still linked his arm to his, not answering the resistance face plastered all over Jimin’s face. Jimin could hear the melodious voice of Justin Bieber singing Despacito loudly in room, clearly this must be the Golden Maknae’s playlist on the go.

“Let’s have fun, okay?” Hoseok grinned as he finally letting his arm go. He basically leaped to the crowd and gone forever after he said that, leaving Jimin all alone once again. He knew it that it’s gonna ended up like this. He silently prayed it wouldn’t ended up so bitter like the last time.

“Oh wow man I didn’t expect you to be here!” The familiar voice greeted Jimin as he took a seat at the minibar across the room. A chiseled face with a popping melanine skin met his face with full of boyish smile. “Hey Jae, I didn’t even expect it myself either.” Jimin chuckled as he bro-hugged Kim Minjae. Minjae only laughed as a reply. People come and go swarming around Minjae, asking for drinks as he swiftly mixing the drinks based on the order. This school is really something for throwing parties and wasting money. Jimin glad he got a full scholarship or else he wouldn’t be here today, in this prestigious college.

“Need a drink Jimin-ah?” Minjae asked inbetween the orders, his big cat-like eyes illuminate the sparkling lights from the room, making it more beautiful. Jimin wanted to shake his offer, but he pondered again, spacing out for a second and only Kang Seulgi’s face kept popping inside. It frustrated him. So he chose the latter. “Give me your best shot Jae.” Jimin sighed as he absentmindedly staring at Minjae working earnestly serving the people. He didn’t really remember how he was being friends with him, but for sure they hit off pretty well from the beginning of their friendship. It was like an instant friendship, you just clicked. Minjae often joined his Overwatch-Day with Hoseok every Friday night at their flat. But the bigger Hoseok’s circle of friends as the time goes, the lesser he spend his time with Jimin and Minjae. So Friday basically became Jimin-Minjae day. ‘Basically’.

But due to their different departements and different schedules (Minjae studied Literature), it becomes hard for Jimin to meet Minjae, even on Friday. And knowing it’s hard for him to make Jimin out of his room on weekends (panting all day and such), so it’s really been a while since their last meeting.

This party didn’t feel too bad  after all.

“Thanks.” Jimin thanked him as he gulped it all in one go. He cringed at the heat burning his throat. “Damn Jae what did you put into my drinks?!” Jimin groaned slowly as he complained to him. Minjae only laughed it off. “That’s Tequila with Vodka. I thought you said to give you my best shot?” Jimin just wrinkled in distaste. But the effect is instant for his body. He already left a little bit lightweighting, he’ll never get used to this. But this felt pleasant after a while, and he started to like it.

“Give me another shot Jae.” He ordered again even thought the heart inside him was in internal war. But he didn’t care. He doesn’t want to care. Just for tonight, just for this moment.

He just wanted to drink this night away.

Seulgi was silent, spacing out in her seat, with a glass of gin tonic swayed in her grip, untouched. The chatter between her friends around her felt so empty and void and she ddin’t have any energy to join the conversation. Her mind was elsewhere, floating around the certain guy none other than Park Jimin. She felt a fleeting stares here and there from Wendy and Irene but she ignored it all. She knew they’re probably worried, but she just not in the mood. She didn’t even know why she agreed to come this party.

The scenes from this morning flashed over and over again in her mind. She didn’t know what impulses to hurriedly make up her mind to be his model when she read the notice on board at the hallway yesterday, she didn’t know where those tiger-like courage came from to approach him first at the café, she didn’t know what inner power she had to keep her composure in front of him back at that desserted hallway while inside her heart was nervewreck.

She didn’t know.

But one thing she knew she hates him.

Hate for not remembering her.

Hate for not recognizing her from the beginning, while she easily could spot him in the crowd,

whenever, and wherever it is.

She shook her head from her trance. Joohyun noticed her and wanting to ask what’s wrong. But Seulgi didn’t want to make her worry, so she get up and said, “I’ll get you another drink.”

And she left the table.

Seulgi didn’t expect to find the silver haired man to sit at the minibar, with an almost finished vodka bottle in his hand and an empty glass on the another. His beautiful face was buried inbetween his arms on the table, flushed with tint of pink blossomed on both of his cheeks. This sight was uncanny for her, Seulgi had been to countless party, and never ever she found Park Jimin in it, except one. But that never stop her to wander around trying her luck.

Seulgi standing next to him, unmoved. Eyes plastered only at his heaving up and down body, breathing evenly. “Yah don’t sleep here Jimin-ah!” Kim Minjae nudged Jimin’s head with his finger, only resulted an annoyed groan from Jimin. Minjae only sighed as his eyes lit-up again as it met Seulgi’s. “What can I get you?” He offered his million-dollar smile just like a professional bartender, once he fell into a character, Kim Minjae never do it halfheartedly. “Ah, a glass of tequila please.” She answered him politely.

Jimin was never the one who talked his feelings out loud. He was always known as the quite kid in the family, as well as the neighbourhood. Little Jimin would rather be at his home, sketching random things with his crayon kit and pencils than playing outside with the other kids. It was a miracle when a six years old Kim Taehyung, with his boxy smile ‘accidentally’ threw him a giant snowball when it was winter back then, at the first day of school. Jimin was in his way back to his home when the snowball hit the back of his head, making him stumbled forward and knocked his nose and teeth. The red splotch on the asphalt still vivid from his six years old memories and the croocked teeth he had now was also resulted from that iconic day. Taehyung was crying out loud as he dragged Jimin to his home, which right next to his. Guilty as ever be, Taehyung swore to always protect Jimin . They turned out inseparable since that day. Jimin would always be his Soulmate, the Moon child for Taehyung. Only Taehyung who knew his true feelings, his deepest secrets, his insecurities. Not his mom, his brother, or his father, only Kim Taehyung.

So no wonder how close Jimin to Kim Minjae and his other bestfriends here at university, no one knew about his feelings towards Kang Seulgi. (Well except Jung Hoseok, he’s one hella persistent man who’ll never quit pestering him until he confessed). Well Minjae recognized her thought, but he just kept silent and do his job.

Seulgi sat next to Jimin, clearly knew he’s hella drunk. She didn’t like it seeing him like this. She shook his arm a little bit, “Hey, wake up.” Jimin surprisingly get up from his position. He looked at her, hollow eyes, staring back at Seulgi’s worried eyes. His hair was a little bit messy, Jimin was oozing with alcohol smell, but he stayed silent and looking at her with disinterest. He continued to pour the vodka to his glass, even though he already hiccupped once before.

Seulgi tried to pry the bottle away from his grasp as he wanted to drink straight from the bottle, “Hey stop it, you’re drunk already.” Jimin ducked her grasp harshly, making the bottle collided with his lips hard. A tiny cut was made on the corner of his bottom lip. Jimin hissed in pain as the blood trickled. Seulgi’s eyes filled with guilt while he didn’t even want to meet her eyes even just for a second.

“Wait here I’ll grab some tissue-“ She held his hand briefly to make him stay but he shook away her hand in bottled up anger.

“I didn’t want to stay here again like a fool just waiting for you to comeback.” He finally looked at her, with eyes flared with emotions, and he get up, leaving Seulgi speechless on her seat, all alone. As he disappeared in midst of the crowd.

It took Seulgi solid 30 minutes to find Park Jimin. He was in the sea of dancing people, drowned in his own drunkness. The cease of worries between her eyes couldn’t be missed. Without missing a beat, Seulgi approached him with parting the sea of sweating bodies. It was uncomfortable, but she could careless.

“Park Jimin.” She grabbed his hanging palm on his side. He instantly stopped his swaying body as he felt the contact. Their eyes met, and Seulgi couldn’t comprehend what’s the meaning behind it. They say eyes are the window of soul. She didn’t believe them at first, but for now, perhaps those people are right.

The world between them stopped, it felt like muted for her. The only thing her body can sense was her deep breath and his presence. All glory, reek of alcohol with a beads of sweat trickling from his temple. His hair was messy and the silver bangs were gone. He stroked it all backwards, revealing his foreheads, which was rare to be seen.

He slowly interlaced their fingers, as he guided her body to come closer to his. In this proximity, Seulgi could see the colour hue of his eyes more clearly. It was brown with a tint of black and purple coming from the disco lights. She found fire in there, not quite, but she was sure it was there. The heat getting more stronger the longer they pressed together. Unconsciously she rested her other palm on his chest, resulting a thump of his heartbeat getting quicker as the time goes. She saw a flicker of lust passed his eyes, but he closed his eyes in a heartbeat, as he took a deep sigh to calm himself. Somehow his tiny bitsy of his rational mind still working and managed to save himself from doing stupid things out of impuls. But he didn’t push her away. His inner ego rebelled with his mind. He wanted to hold her. Just a little bit more.

And Park Jimin didn’t expect to felt a soft lips on his own a second after that. Not in million years.

Seulgi kissed him fast and slow at the same time. He felt her featherly touch to be heavenly, making his head short-circuited right there, at the moment. He froze at his feet.

And it was gone. She was embarrassed as fuck feeling her kiss wasn’t being reciprocrated at all like that.

Seulgi choked on her breath when his lips chased her own a second afterwards. It was hurry, deep, and hungry. Jimin ignored the flinch of pain from the cut as her lips clashed with his. Their breaths mingled as he inhaled hers. Their lips pressed so hard and moved in sync, as if it’s not their first time. Jimin’s arms automatically finding her waist and the back of her head. He felt everything of her and she also felt every warmth of his body. He pulled her closer, closer than they could ever be.

“Jimin-“ She gasped for air but he took that chance to deepen their kiss. His tounge asked for entrance, and she gladly give in to him. Their tounges clashed and she melted into his embrace. He legs felt jelly on its own, and Jimin’s arm supported her body in his solid chest. They both felt hot and in fire. Her fingers found the back of his neck and gripped his hair, resulting a deep growl emitted from the back of Jimin’s throat. She felt a bulge nudging her thighs and blush spreading on her cheeks like field of blooming rose. They both parted their make-out session like a flash of light as they gasping for breath.

“Fuck, let’s get out of here.” He whispered as he took her wrist with him. And they intertwined their fingers once more.

They were tripping here and there as they couldn’t get enough of each other’s mouth. Seulgi’s checkered shirt was slowly unbuttoned by Jimin as he sat on his bed with Seulgi right on his lap, straddling him. Her skirt already hiked upward until her waist, revealing her slender legs in all of its glory. Jimin’s hungry eyes dilated more at the sight, making his orbs darker as it would ever be. She watered at the sight, she knew he knew her panty was getting damper because of him. He peppered her neck with butterfly kisses, “A-aah..” and Seulgi couldn’t stop her moan from escaping when his warm tounge making contact with her skin. Her grip was getting tighter on his hair as he started to suck on her neck which for sure will turn into blooming bruise in the morning. But she couldn’t careless. She want him. She need him. And he need her too.

“Ji-Jimin..” She bit her lip to prevent another loud moan escaping when her top was off and he started travelling his tounge lower and lower to the valley of her breast. The heat inside her stomach started getting too much to handle and Seulgi unconsciously moving her hips back and forth, trying to get any friction right on top the bulge in his jeans. Jimin moaned softly when he felt the pressure from her weight resulting a delicious sensation for his hardening member.

“Jimin please…” Seulgi whimpered in agony as she couldn’t reach the perfect symphony to sate her increasing heat, the tug at his dark locks were getting stronger making Jimin groaned in pleasure.

“Move onto my thigh.” He replied roughly, didn’t really wait for her answer as he swiftly pull her up and set her legs between his toned thigh, Seulgi yelped in surprise.

“Move.” He commanded, and without abc she followed his command. Right when she moved forth, Jimin flexed his thigh, at the perfect spot underneath her clit. “Aa-ah..” Her body trembled in pleasure. Seulgi tried to hide her face as she kept moving back and forth with him flexing his mucles at the right spot and at the right timing. She didn’t know what kind of face she’s making right now so she buried her face into his neck.

“Keep going baby.” Jimin whispered as he sucked her jawline softly yet rough, making Seulgi quievered in his touch.

“I-I’m close..” Seulgi whispered. Her movement intensified and Jimin could tell she’s chasing her high, which is not that far away. He had his own way to help her.

“Look at me.” He asked her to face him. Seulgi whined a breathy ‘no’ as she resisted to parted from his grasp. But Jimin is more persistent. She wanted to protest but Jimin silenced her in an instant with deep kiss. One hand was behind her neck while the other sneakily going down to cup her heat. Jimin was silencing all the moan from her throat. He didn’t even move his fingers an inch but her reaction already like this. Shaking, down into his mercy. He experimented doing an eight circles around her clothed clit with his finger and without further ado, Seulgi reached her orgasm deliciously as her moan was shut down by his tounge. They parted their lips and Jimin couldn’t get enough of the sight in front of him. Sweaty face, her bangs sticking here and there around her face, lips parted with a pant escaping her pouty lips which is swollen because of all those kisses they shared. Her breaths getting even as he caringly soothing her flexed back with his palm.

“You okay?” He softly whispered and she nodded as the answer.

Jimin noticed she shuddered a little bit from the aftermath of her nirvana. Wearing only a bra didn’t help at all so Jimin initiated to tuck her into one of his sweater. Seulgi went limp in his hold as she encircled her arms around his neck loosesly, still straddling him, didn’t care at all with her half-naked figure. She felt sleepy, and blissful. She just wanted to curl herself into his embrace like this forever.

“Wait I’ll get you a sweater.” Jimin get her up like a baby as she groaned in protest. He put her on his bed as he took one of his favourite red sweater. She was halfway to dozing off when he slowly putting on the sweater to her. Jimin sighed in content looking at the sight of her, an angel curled up in his sheet. The girl he’s been crushing on since forever.

She drifted off to dreamland so fast, leaving him all alone with a semi-hard in his jeans, slowly toned down as the lust cleared away as the time goes. Jimin suddenly felt sleepy too, seeing her sleeping figure so comfortable, chest heaving up and down evenly on his bed. Ignoring the bulge, he changed his attire to his pajamas half-liddedly, which only contains him being bare-chested and a pair of sweatpants.

And he laid down next to her, didn’t forget to interlace his fingers with hers.