Mr. President

Mr. President

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Pairing/Characters: Park Jimin x Reader, Jimin x Reader, all BTS members

Chapter Count: 29 chapters

Total Words Count: TBD

Genre: marriage contract, romance, drama, smut (mature, 18+ explicit content), mafia, violence

Status: Completed

Schedule: New chapter Monday and Friday every week (tentatively)

Description:

Growing up with an abusive brother, you’ve never once been treated like a human being. One life mishap after another and you find yourself out on the streets, homeless with no one to help. And you’re determined to meet the President who holds the power to decide your life. But when you come to face with Mr. Park, a man with a face too beautiful to be true, he dismisses you like you’re nothing.

And when you’re confronted by your enraged brother, he seems determined to end your life and you’ve come to accept the fact that you’re going to die, only to be saved by Mr. Park.

You owe him your life. Literally.

And perhaps several hundred dollars.

So what happens when he offers a marriage contract as repayment?

A/N: And I'm back with a new story! Centered around Jimin as always because I'm weak in the knees for him ;) This time it's based around mafia Jimin, and married life! I hope you guys enjoy! <3

As I said above, I'm planning to update twice in a week, Monday and Friday but sometimes I get a little too excited so I might post more than twice in a week ;)

I feel like I just need to put this out, to protect myself because I'm very fragile xD that I'm not a very good writer, I just do this out of passion and love for the boys but that doesn't mean I'm talented so I hope you guys can read this with an open heart. But I will always keep on trying to improve myself so I can come back with better work each time.

And if it's not too much, and if you happen to love the story and willing to buy me a coffee, drop me a visit here! Lastly, you guys are amazing <3

Oh and lastly, haha fr last note, if you guys want to search for asks about this story, you can search for #serendipityjxmnasks #mrpresidentasks so yeah that's it! enjoy the ride ^_^

Date Posted: 210321

Date Completed: 210608

Chapter Index:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29 Epilogue

Neon Seoul

; Cyberpunk Detective!Jimin x Detective!Reader

; Genre: Angst, smut, slight fluff

; Word Count: 25.7k

; Warnings: Murder, crime scene, discussions of crime and homicide, criminal gang activity, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, cockwarming

; Synopsis: It the city of New Seoul, another homicide isn’t newsworthy but instead just a statistic. But when the son of the mayor is murdered in an alley in a shady part of the city? Then it’s important.

You and your partner, Detective Park Jimin, are given the honour of investigating the crime. Will you find out who killed him? Or will you fail?

; A/N: I enjoyed writing this so much! I hope everyone enjoys it :3 it’s more cinematic style than normal so I hope you stick with it and that it’s fun to read! Please reblog if you enjoyed it and leave me feedback or reviews! Or send me an ask :D Also…I fully admit to not proof-reading this lol sorry about any mistakes!

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The streets of New Seoul are dark tonight, the only form of lighting coming from the overly bright neon signage that screams for attention on every building. Hundreds of signs for thousands of promises, some real and some as real as the holo advertisements that rise like giants alongside the towers that rise so high, the tips vanish into the smog that hovers like a persistent malaise.

You could get everything your heart desired in 26th century New Seoul; from a warm body to keep you company at night to a quiet contract that would eliminate your foes. Nothing was legal and yet everything was legal. You just had to know the right people who knew the right people who knew the right loopholes.

Maybe it was some quirk in the law that meant they were able to flout their ability to wreak havoc in front of the police, or maybe it was simply that they had enough credits that they had important members of police in their pockets. It didn’t matter. People in this end of New Seoul did the dirty work for the people who lived in those tall towers, the building’s not so much ivory as the old metaphor went but more black with the years of rampant air pollution and dirt.

Moving your gaze from the neon visual assault to the ground, you grimaced slightly as you noted the disgusting street beneath your boots. Puddles of dirty water pooled along the uneven surfaces, filling every crevice they could find and the overwhelming stench of the garbage that had been unceremoniously thrown out of the building’s added to your distaste.

The water here was probably infected with something, it was that dirty. Glancing around the grimy back alley, you inhaled deeply and wrinkled your nose as you instantly regretted it. Even the nasal implants you’d been given once you’d graduated from the police academy struggled to filter out the sheer stench of whatever the hell was lining the streets in those bin liners. 

2621 and yet still, cities couldn’t control the waste system properly. Though what did you expect, given New Seoul hosted a population of over 75 million right now. Millions upon millions of people, crammed into the Mega City that had sprawled across the land slowly, swallowing up the smaller cities that stood in its path and obliterating the towns and villages.

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novocaine || (M)

↳ PART OF MY REWIND SERIES

Going home was hard – painful even. But falling back in love with Jimin, the boy you left behind? Downright gut-wrenching.

pairing: punk!jimin x reader

word count: 9.3k

genre: 1990s au, exes au, angst, eventual smut

warnings: 90s slang, VOMIT MENTION (nothing graphic), alcohol, oc has dead parents :c, mention of a house fire

A/N: YEAH BOI ITS ANOTHER SERIES!!!

01 | 02 | 03

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PART ONE

“Hello?”

Your cautious knock against the open front door rang out through the old victorian era home.

Your grandmother had always left her front door cracked open for as long as you could remember – you’d imagine to some that might have been strange, but in a town as small as yours, that was just the way it went. Neighbors knew each other intimately, their parents and their parents’ parents having grown up together for as long as memory could stretch back.

From peaking inside, you could tell not much had changed about your grandmother’s home from when you left town. The same green floral wallpaper was stretching across the living room that you had grown up with. You remembered how you used to run down the halls playing pretend, the walls serving as a forest of green and white columns serving as trees for every one of your adventures.

How far you dreamed of traveling even at a young age, wanting more than your small town could offer.

“Come in, darling! I’ll be out in a moment,” You heard the familiar voice call out from somewhere in the kitchen, an ache in your chest echoing.

Clutching at the strap over your shoulder, you reentered your childhood home for the first time in years, holding your breath as if a sudden exhale would send it crumbling down on top of you.

“How can I help–”

You watched as your grandmother made her way into the living room, her friendly smile dropping the moment she laid eyes on you. For a moment, no one said a word, the two family members standing across from each other silently, neither wanting to be the first to speak.

It was you, ultimately, who broke the silence.

“I’m sorry.” You began, eyes welling as they mirrored your grandmother’s.

“How could you?” She breathed, disbelief dripping off of every word.

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m.list | dreaded neighbors — pjm;

pairings: park jimin x female reader, kim namjoon x huna (oc), min yoongi x jeon jeongguk (yoonkook)

extra characters: kim taehyung, byun baekhyun, lee minhyung (mark), wong xuxi (lucas), hang sanghyuk (hyuk), yook sungjae, park sooyoung (joy).

words: 37.930

au: arranged marriage!au, domestic!au, age-gap!au (7 years).

genre: fluff, angst, smut.

status: completed.

synopsis: newly married jimin and y/n are embarked on their path to give rise to a beautiful relationship which is still taking it’s place in their lives. they move into their new apartment, but apart from the awkwardness which prevails between them, the cloddishness with their newly acquainted neighbors wasn’t going away too, anytime soon.

in simpler words, a shy human resources manager gets arranged married (courtesy of parents) to an equally shy to-be astrophysicist and they both enter into the realm of married life. living with each other didn’t actually seem to be the problem, instead it was adjusting to the new environment, the new people around without their friends that made it awkward and slowed the process down.

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profiles [dated: 2020-04-25]

chapter one [dated: 2018-07-27]

chapter two [dated: 2020-04-04]

chapter three [dated: 2020-04-05]

chapter four [dated: 2020-04-22]

chapter five (smut) [dated: 2020-04-24]

chapter six (smut) [dated: 2020-04-26]

chapter seven [dated: 2020-04-28]

chapter eight (smut) [dated: 2020-05-01]

chapter nine [dated: 2020-05-05]

chapter ten (smut) [dated: 2020-05-10]

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Opposites Attract [ Masterlist ]

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Creative Content Contributor: @baebae-goodnight (whom I am ambivalent about, at best)

Pairing: You / Jimin

Rating: 18+ 

Status: Complete

Summary:  A series of drabbles about Slytherin!Jimin and Hufflepuff!Y/N, the sister of his self-declared mortal enemy.

This series will be a collection of drabbles, written out of order chronologically. (Chronological order is 1, 6, 3, 2, 4, 5, 7, 8, 9)

A Bubble Burst

A Thread Undone (M)

An Unknown Flutter

A Lie of Omission

Drabble after A Lie of Omission from Jimin’s POV

A Line Drawn

A Moment of Weakness

A Wrong Righted

A Gross Understatement (M)

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Pairing: Park Jimin x Reader

Summary: to banish negative thoughts.

Warnings: 18+, kissing, cuddling, cursing, mature scenes - smut-. Possessive Jimin. Jealous reader.

Genre: strangers to lovers, fluff, flirty, tiniest bit of angst blink and you’ll miss it. Just two idiots blindly in love.

Word count: 8K

Most likely unedited lol.

Perhaps sitting in the lodge café all by yourself was the best thing you could do on this particularly chilly evening. Snow covered the city in a blanket of white, thick with cold and icy like a knife cutting in your skin. You loved it though, winter in general was your favourite season.

Ironically, the café made of literally wood, had a fire place going. Warming it’s occupants undeniably, however it still gave you the tiniest bit of anxiety of somehow the lodge catching on fire and with your clumsiness you’d be doomed and would burn to ash and dust. You gave yourself a small smile at the expense of your stupidity, blowing in the mocha to cool it down before sipping carefully, afraid your lips would burn with the boiling water.

Staring at your computer screen for approximately ten minutes without doing anything but having your eyes solemnly fixated on the laptop, probably did your poor eyes no good. But licking your chapped lips, you sighed deeply, unable to write even one good sentence for your boss. Maybe you could get out of it by telling him a blatant lie, expect you’d have to come up with something better other than the poor excuse of ‘my cat died’.

Your boss probably thought you had gone insane, but thankfully let you off. Course there’s always ‘the dog ate my homework’ excuse however you’re not sure if that would work, considering it’s not homework but work and it’s not paper but a laptop.

You hadn’t realised you were drawing blood from your lips until the most ethereal human being sat across you, smiling so wide his eyes deepened into slits and you could swear the entire world stopped on its axis, just like in the cheesy over the top romcoms. Good god.

“Hi” he chuckled, voice as smooth as the finest chocolate “your lips are bleeding, I have chapstick.. Vaseline actually, but In all honesty it works better than chapstick” he extends his hand towards you.

You’re pretty sure your mouth was hanging in an ‘o’, eyes most likely sparkling as if you just saw god himself and you weren’t sure if you blinked or took a breath in all of the two minutes he’s spent across you.

“Hi” your voice was small and somehow higher than normally, and you blamed it all on him and his charms.

You looked at the hand that was extended towards you, still holding the mini tub of Vaseline as he smiled warmly at you, “oh thank you”

He retrieved his arm back, hiding them under the table as he continued smiling at you with the biggest beam, almost blinding your already poor eyesight. If you could you’d whine right now, whine about how un-fucking-fair life is. How is he so perfect? Is he one of gods many angels? Or is he actually god himself? Maybe the devil? They do say that the devil is handsome.

“I’m Jimin” he spoke, voice still melting away your insides as if they were plastic and the heat of the fire near you was melting it all down.

“Y/N..” you still couldn’t find your voice, still sounding so small and vulnerable and it made you hate yourself. You hated being like this, and this hasn’t happened since high school to you.

“Pretty” he said, tilting his head slightly almost like a puppy while your eyes were captured by his bleach blonde hair, almost the same color as the snow outside.

“Huh?” You managed to somehow sound more comfortable and firmer, although that could be from the surprise.

“Pretty” he said.

“What is?”

“You… your name too” he smirked.

“Ah” you blinked, not fully closing your mouth “I’m sorry, do I know you?”

He chuckled, shaking his head before running a hand through the nest of hair. He crossed his arms and laid them on the table, “no. I’m new in town, arrived around two weeks ago. I made a few friends, but you…you’re the most interesting.”

Your brows raised, character finally breaking through as the shock of his beauty finally started to wear down.

“Is that so?”

He nodded again, still smirking at you like he knew a secret you didn’t. You huffed, closing your laptop and letting the dim lighting do its job, which only extenuated his beautiful features. Un-fucking-fair. Period.

“I’m just sitting here” you shrugged.

“Yeah I know”

“So what’s so interesting about me just sitting here”

“Well for starters, I think staring at the laptop screen for roughly ten minutes without writing or even touching it was kind of concerning,” he leaned forward, closer to you as if whispering a dirty secret, you didn’t hesitate to do the same “and you started biting your lip so bad it started bleeding, I don’t even think you realised”

“It’s a habit”

“To stare at screens?”

“Lip biting”

“It’s hot.”

“It is?”

He nodded, while you pulled away, feeling breathless from the close proximity. God he was a handful to say the least. Beauty wise and boldness too. It almost made you question if he could just be a hallucination your mind has scrambled from all the staring you did at your laptop. Perhaps you’re going crazy? It’s not impossible.

“So, seriously” you cleared your throat, sipping on your mocha “why me out of all these people”

“Because, as I said, you’re the most interesting”

“I’m sorry but I don’t see how”

He chuckled, hands back under the table as his leg started to bounce. A smirk still present on those pretty lips while his head was slightly tilted to the side. Looking at you with most beautiful gaze known to mankind. To humanity even.

His hair was a beautiful contrast to his dewy undertones, eyebrows full and dark, eyes as mesmerising as the city lights at night. And although you have never been to a firework show, you’re pretty sure his eyes are just that. A pool of warm chocolate reflecting all the colors known to this earth. So pretty.

“Maybe I haven’t made myself clear,” he licked his plump lips “I think you’re the most beautiful person here”

At that you laughed, a little to loud but you couldn’t contain it, even when Luke the owner gave you a slight glare, “listen you might be handsome but there must be nothing behind that pretty head”

“You don’t believe me” he almost said it in disbelief.

You shook your head, “come on, seriously? You clearly haven’t been here for long because I am not the most beautiful here. Beautiful? Yeah course I am, the most? No”

“To me you are”

That stomped you. Heart beat picking up as he puckered his lips in a somewhat pout, which had to be the cutest thing you’ve ever witnessed. You weren’t sure wether it was the way he was so ethereal but his humour was so boyish and youthful. He intrigued you. No lie.

“To you..”

“To me” he assured, nodding slightly.

“Well Jimin, nice meeting you, but I have work, and my boss hates it when I’m late” you started to put your laptop back in its briefcase.

Going for the notepad and your pen, before it was snatched millimetres away from your grasp, earning a surprised gasp from your lips.

“Call me when you can” he winked, giving you the notepad back and walking away.

Okay, that was smooth. You’ll give that to him. He sweet talked you using his charms to help him, and you’re about ninety nine percent sure it worked. Curse his charms.

Curse him and his pretty face, because for most of your work day, all you could think about is his warm eyes and beaming smile. And the fact he stole your favourite pen in broad daylight. Ugh. He already gave you a headache and you barely know him. Curse his good looks.

You were already on a minus with your boss. His reaction not so welcoming to the fact you were late by five minutes and presented him with no new articles, but to be honest, It wasn’t your fault he gave you such a dry topic, who cares about the fact the farmers market is running out of carrots and vegetables for this week? Certainly not you. You’re not sure the rest of the neighbourhood would care too.

“Come on,” you sighed, throwing your head back against your chair “he’s so frustrating”

“Who?” Taehyung butted in.

“Boss”

“Ah”

“When did you get here?” You asked not sure where the pretty boy has appeared from because he certainly wasn’t here when you arrived.

“Like twenty minutes ago” he shrugged, sipping his boba tea.

“Can I have sip please” you begged with a small pout and who would Taehyung be to deny you. He handed you the cup, letting you savour the sweetness of the liquid.

“You asshole!” You groaned.

“That good?” He chuckled.

“So good”

The rest of the day was spent printing stupid useless papers about the drop of sales in farmers markets because of supermarkets, but to be fair who even shops at farmer markets anymore.

By the end of the day you had one mission, and that was to get your favourite initial carved pen back, from the drop dead gorgeous broad daylight thief. A thief you’d like to at least have a one night with.

Pacing around your apartment, you considered calling him. Not to set up a date, but to get your pen back. Your favourite pen. The pen you loved. Okay maybe it was shit excuse to talk to him again, but you’ll take it over nothing.

Sucking up your nerves you took your phone out of your bag, dialling his number with your heart in your throat. What if he doesn’t remember you? What if he thinks you’re obsessed? You hated ‘what ifs’ but it was only reasonable you had them right now. Who wouldn’t? When a man like that comes up to you, tells you you’re interesting, and gives you his number the only rational thing to do is question everything. Question if he’s real and not just a fragment of your incredibly vivid imagination.

The phone rang twice, before he picked it up. A husky voice whispering in your ear “hello?”

Oh god, it’s literally two in the morning and you’re calling the ridiculously handsome stranger, “oh Uhm sorry I’m calling so late”

“Y/N?”

You wondered how on earth he recognised you just from your voice, but that’s a question for later, “uh yeah I’m just… you took my pen when giving me your number and uh,” how on earth do you ask for it back without sounding like an absolute ass “could I get it back?”

He chuckled, at the other end of the line he laid in bed, rubbing his puffy eyes and smiling to himself at your poor excuse to talk to him at this hour. “At two am?”

You could hear the smile on his face, even his voice was flirty and that had your heart doing laps “eh yeah i need it… for work..”

He suppressed the bubbling laughter in his stomach, you couldn’t get a different pen? Of course he knew you were using an excuse, and he found it amusing. The way you sounded so shy and vulnerable, not to mention he’d get to see you again, “of course, i can drop it off for you?”

“Yeah that’d be great, I’ll send you the address of my job” you smiled to yourself, before saying a goodnight.

Maybe the universe thought it was your time to find love, or maybe it’s all still a lie or an agenda to hurt you because after all you are the one who laughed at a child fall. In your defence it was hilarious, the way the poor chubby boy fell like a stiff board.. you have dealt with the fact you’re going to hell a long time ago.

This… This might be heaven.

The way he looked in front of you right now had your mind scrambling to get a grip. In all fairness, it wasn’t just you who was having a mental breakdown at the sight of the godly figure. He stood over your little cubicle, staring at you with chocolate eyes and bearing a smile that had every woman’s womb warm and ready for his children. Maybe even some of the guys too, considering the way Jihyun looked at him was almost mimicking your expression. You don’t blame him.

Jimin wore nothing short of angelic, with black slacks and a white cotton turtleneck paired with a silver long necklace had you spinning in circles like a dog trying to catch its tail. The slacks were held around his waist with a belt, the turtleneck hugging his slim frame so deliciously you had to wipe the drool at the corner of your mouth. It should be illegal to look this good while giving back a pen. Insanity… pure insanity.

He looked at you almost expectantly, while once again you were struck with Elsa’s freezing magic, sitting so still and silent in your office chair that you felt like everyone could hear your heartbeat, even the mice at the other end of the room. However you pulled your self together once Taehyung pinched your thigh, smiling all too sweetly at Jimin.

“Hi I’m Taehyung” he extend his hand in a greeting towards Jimin who accepts his handshake.

“Jimin, so you’re her boyfriend?”

“You’re my boyfriend?” You asked still gazed out at the beauty of the man in front of you.

“Last I checked nope, still not a chance, even in hot hot hot hell. In the depths of satans ball-“

“Okay tae I get it” you squint your eyes at him, a slight pout forming on your face and it makes Jimin immediately gleam.

“See, my co worker is kind of,” he expressed his face in thinking “slow today in fact, believe it or not, she had done nothing today but stare at a man in complete awe”

Jimin licked his lips in an attempt to hide his smile at your murderous gaze directed at your best co worker friend, “I see.. must of been one hell of a man-“

“Harry styles” you interrupt anyone before they can continue.

“Huh?” Both of them ask in confusion.

“Harry styles is the man in question”

“Really?” Jimin chuckled “I haven’t pegged you for a Harry type”

“Well, there’s a lot you don’t know about me”

“And I wanna change that,” he smirked, a certain light firing behind those dangerous eyes of his.

Taehyung cooed before gagging, dramatically rolling his eyes with disgust hugging the man’s handsome face, “hell is hot, and both of you deserve to be there with this disgusting flirting”

You ignored Taehyung, simply waving your hand at him in dismissal as he scoffed and left your shared cubicle. Jimin took it upon himself to occupy the now vacant spot, “so what do you say?”

You gave him a tight smile, “I don’t know Jimin… I haven’t been dating for a long time” you admit.

“Okay,” he nods his head in understanding “so let’s take it slow. Let’s not call it a date! We’ll just hang out, get some ice cream and talk. That’s all. No over the top outfits, expensive dinners or anything. Just you me and ice cream”

You puckered your lips to the side in a shy smile. Everything inside you flared in neediness around this man, and who were you to say no to such an angelic human being. He was like watching a fairytale, both beautiful and mysterious, yet horrifying in a sense were you were scared of the future, of this man’s capabilities.

“Okay” you shyly agree, twiddling with a pencil in your fingers.

“Okay,” he smiled softly “I’ll call you”

You nodded, desperately trying to hide the gleam on your face. He was almost on his way out before he turned on his heel, holding your pink initialed pen in his hand. He said nothing as he gave it back to you, still smirking charmingly at you before strutting his way to the elevator, all while you tried to calm your frantic and erratic heart.

“You’re such a goon,” you felt a smack at the back of your head “please tell me you didn’t reject him”

“Ouch” you hissed, patting your head “I didn’t!”

“Good, cause he seems like a nice guy” Taehyung sat down, unlocking his computer again while sliding the cup of coffee your way.

“If you like him so much why don’t you go after him” you tease.

“Because baby, I like donuts..”

“Huh?”

“Women y/n.. I like women.. and I have a girlfriend”

“Ah right”

You shook yourself out of the daze his weird description left, sighing before going back to editing your latest article.

Jimin was truly impeccable. A fine man with so much to him. It was like he had the world between his fingers, and he was the sun orbiting around it, enlightening it, feeding and nurturing its elements. He brought out the best in you, within the short time that you’ve known him for. He was just, great.

Walking the trail in the park, you found yourself letting go and enjoying his boyish humour. He was truly a man you could get engrossed in, like a book that’s so interesting you can’t put it down, or a series you can’t stop binge watching. He was one of a kind, and you knew that. You knew he was everything.

By the time you finished your ice cream, you realised you wanted more time with him. Like there wasn’t enough hours in the day to accommodate the need to talk to him, laugh with him and find out more about him. He was special.

So agreeing silently, both of you found yourself walking in the heart of the city, already on your second round of ice creams.

“What’s yours like?” You asked “I’ve never had pistachio ice cream before”

He took your ice cream cup, before handing you his own. Trading with you without another word, it made your heart melt, your chest lighting up like a fire on the Fourth of July.

The ice cream was good, almost as good as the man Jimin is. Full of flavour and melts right into you. Like a missing puzzle, and you knew right there that this man was going to be the end of you. He was going to be the person you think of first thing in the morning, and the last thought before you fall asleep.

“I have a bunny at home” he replied to your comment on how adorable bunnies are.

“You do?” He nodded, licking the spoon.

“Mhm just in human form”

Your eyebrows raised in confusion, “my roommate and best friend, the kids amazing but so annoying, we call him bunny because he has a smile that makes him look like one”

“Oh really-“ you yelped in surprise as you caught onto Jimins shoulder, your ankle twisting in an uncomfortable way and before you knew it your heel broke off your shoe.

“Oh” you laughed.

“Are you okay?” He asked, supporting you as you took your heel off.

“My shoe just broke” you could hear the universe laughing at you almost maniacally. Way to screw up, thanks.

He inspected your shoe, before sitting you down on the bench and telling you to wait there for him. You did as he asked, pouting at your favourite shoe being broken. How did this even happen?

Before you could dwell on it too much, you watched as Jimin hurried over back to you through the swarm of people, holding super glue in one hand. He held a grin, hair bouncing with each leap he took.

“Superglue for the rescue” he laughed before sitting down beside you and taking the shoe back in his hands.

“I can do it, you don’t have to” you smile at him.

“Shush I’m trying to be a gentleman here” he chuckled holding the heel firmly to its platform.

You waited for about two minutes before Jimin decided it’s safe enough for you to try them out again, he held your hand as you got up of the bench and took a few testing strides, “good as new” you hug him.

“Thank you”

He shook his head at you, grabbing your hand and strolling you away back towards where his car is parked, “it’s getting late and cold, shall we go?”

“Yes” you agree.

All of three weeks passed since you’ve met Jimin, mindlessly growing closer and closer to him. And although he holds your hand on walks and you cling to him like Saran Wrap, you still haven’t put an official label on it. And maybe you didn’t have to, you haven’t kissed him yet. But somehow you manage to feel jealous just at the thought of another woman having him.

Just like clock work, Jimin was parked outside your office, waiting in his shiny black car for you. Just like he has for the past three weeks. Co workers started gossiping about your potential new boyfriend, and all though you hated that they couldn’t keep their big noses out of it, you simply ignored them. Even when Taehyung would snarl back at them to mind their business, you’d tell him to ignore them. Jimin was changing you, for the better.

Taehyung grew to be good friends with Jimin too, hanging out with him and Jungkook often. Perhaps even more than you would be at their house. “How was work?”

“Boring, long, exhausting and my coworker is smelly”

He chuckled turning the radio down, “who Taehyung?”

“No Patricia”

“And why is she smelly?”

“Because she just is, I don’t like her”

“Fair enough” he laughed, taking the exit towards your house.

“She’s clapped”

He laughed, an amused smile on his face “Patricia smelly and clapped, got it!”

“I told her that the article has to be printed for this morning, guess what she did?”

“She forgot to print it for this morning?”

“Eeeeeh! Wrong! She deleted the whole file, the article that I worked so hard for, she deleted it. And she had the audacity to tell that to me with the most unbothered look on her face”

“Oo that’s low of smelly clapped Patricia” he chuckled.

“Yeah well thank good heavens I’m not clapped because I had the brain to actually save a second copy, unedited of course but still”

He chuckled once again, finding himself amused with the pout on your lips and the slight anger behind your pretty eyes. Sure he’s met a lot of beautiful women, some he thought he was in love with even, but when his eyes landed on you in the lodge café, it was like every atom of his body ignited with sudden need, like a gravitation pull, before he could reconsider what he was about to do, he found himself right in your essence, talking away with you with a pounding heart, so loud it almost fogged his brain, although his entire being was wrapped around your pinky finger from the moment his eyes landed on you. Almost burning his mouth with his usual coffee order.

He wanted to take you somewhere different today once you came home and changed into comfortable clothing. Once he saw you threw on a pair of grey sweatpants and a hoodie, he handed you your runners, and asked you to trust him on this.

He knew where he wanted to take you, and he didn’t take people there often. Mostly because it was his escape route, from reality, from hard times and when he was tired. Yet something in his soul itched to show it to you, like he knew both of you would be coming here till the very last breath you’d take.

“Okay, it’s not that I don’t trust you,” your voice cut out his day dreaming as you started to slightly pant, the last thing you expected was to go on a hike “but right now, it’s like I’m the naive victim following the fairylike man into her death trap”

He laughed, his voice chirped just like the birds above your head and your pretty sure that even the sun melted at his boyish beam “I promise I won’t kill you”

“You won’t pull a Joe?”

His eyes brows scrunched up in confusion before he realised what you meant, “I won’t pull a Joe”

You panted, “okay not to seem like a lazy cow but,” you held your chest “I have asthma, and I don’t particularly work out, so please, how much longer?”

He chuckled, holding your hand as you slightly wobbled, “I promise just a few more steps”

He didn’t lie, because within five minutes you were standing on the ledge of a cliff, watching the busy city with a sunset that mimicked an ombré. Shades of pink red and orange mixing so beautiful it almost had you tearful, it’s something you only expect in movies, something straight out of a teen rom com. It was so quiet here compared to the loud streets of Seoul. It was mesmerising to say the least.

“Wow” you stood still, the grass under your feet even seemed more lush up here.

“I found this place when I went on a hike and got lost… I never stopped coming here.”

“It’s stunning” you let a breath out.

“Sit” he patted the grass beside him, and you followed, crossing your knees like a child.

“You know you could easily pull a joe right now and just push me off of this cliff?”

“You watch way too many murder series’s” he laughed, leaning back into his elbows as he squinted his eyes slightly.

You did the same, expect fully laid down. So close to his proximity you could quiet literally smell him, feel his warmth on your skin. His face was above yours, staring at you with an emotion you couldn’t figure out. Perhaps lust? But then again, you’ve seen him needy, and he looks much more softer and serene right now, almost like he was on cloud nine.

“You know that the second I laid my eyes on you,” his hand cupped your face as he now turned on his side, palm soft and warm against your cheek “I thought about nothing but how kissing you would feel like”

Your breath caught in your throat, heart hammering against your rib cage as if it was trying to break through and run away with its tiny legs, screaming before throwing itself of the ledge. He looked like a celestial, with the sun shining right behind him and caramel eyes boring into your own, you were hypnotised. Infatuated even.

“What’s stopping you?”

He smiled, brushing his thumb against your bottom lip. His face inched closer and closer, and it felt like two magnets pulling its gravity towards one another, luring each other in, and when finally his soft plush lips landed on yours, it felt like the magnets collided with force, sparking a beautiful epitome of fireworks through your bodies.

The kiss was simple, beautiful and gentle. Like it held more then just want for you, like he needed you.

It was too short, you found yourself leaning up chasing his lips when he pulled away, but all that met you was a sigh, a sigh filled with relief, and maybe like he finally felt free.

He finally let you kiss him again, letting you grab his hoodie in your small fist as you grew hungry for him, wanting more then just a kiss and god he’d be naive to say his body didn’t react like a teenage boy going through puberty, but he respected you far too much to let the lust take over both of you and he pulled away with a slight groan, hating that he had to do it, but he wasn’t going to rush into things. Not this time.

“Why’d you stop” you whined, opening your eyes to look at his beautiful face.

“Because it was getting dangerous love,” he kissed the corner of your mouth “I respect you too much to just rush into this, I don’t want you to regret anything. We have a lot of time love, so let’s go slow.. and steady.”

You agreed with him, he was right and respectful, which made you feel sentimental. He remembered how it’s been a long time for you, and didn’t want to scare you. Which again, you were thankful for, but your body was yearning for him, as if you have been dehydrated beyond years on end.

You smiled gently, cheeks reddening. He was perfect, and you questioned what you did in your past life to deserve someone like him to be in your life, “okay”

“Okay” he smiled back, eyes gleaming with him.

Clubbing was not the first thing that came to your mind when you told Taehyung that your weekend was free. But you should have expected that, the man loves partying. Almost as much as breathing. No lie.

Now you were rushing around the house, clothes flying everywhere as Jimin sat on your couch and watched with a small smile, “I will strangle him”

He suppressed his need to laugh, his hand over his mouth as he continued to look at your panicked state. He got up, holding your shoulders still and looking in your eyes before tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, “calm down hm? You could wear your pyjamas and no one would bat an eyes you’re that beautiful. Pick your favourite outfits and do a little fashion show for me, I’ll pick the one that looks best on you huh?”

You smirked, “but you promise to be honest and not just pick the first one I throw on?”

“I promise”

You gave his cheek a kiss, before you were turned on your heel and urged back to your bedroom. Within record time you found your three favourite outfits, the first was basic, but still cute. It consisted of brown silky wide leg pants, and a matching crop top, it was comfy and the material was nice, but perhaps too basic for a club?

You walked out, finding Jimin on the stool at your kitchen island. He sipped your Starbucks, looking you up and down, turning his head every which way, “I love this outfit, but I’d say it’d be more a dinner type of thing or when you’re going to something more casual.. next”

You mentally smiled to yourself , good choice Jimin good choice. He understood you beyond words at this stage, and that warmed your heart pleasantly.

The next outfit was more club appropriate, but a little uncomfortable under the arms, and maybe a bit too simple too, it was a black sequin dress, reaching just a tad bit past your ass and had slits on each side of your waist. To say it was uncomfortable was an understatement, but it wouldn’t of been your first time wearing something uncomfortable for the purpose of looking good.

You walked out once again, Jimin dropped his phone back onto the counter and smirked, “that’s a sexy dress… but it looks super uncomfortable, and with all the dancing you’re going to be doing, especially with me, I don’t believe this is dance appropriate…” he smiled “NEXT”.

You laughed, walking back to the room to pick your favourite dress of all time. Sure, it was a little basic, but it was so comfortable and looked so good against your skin, the cotton material of the white dress was the best part, it wasn’t too warm and it wasn’t too cold for it. Your favourite was the iridescent little diamonds on it, shining like a disco ball but you loved it. The sleeves on it were a little long, and the v cut was sure as hell deep, but it covered you up nicely. Sure the ladies were staying in place, you walked back out to him.

His eyes looked you up and down about a hundred times, telling you to do a little spin in which you felt like a penguin but anything to make him happy, “this one is the it dress of all dresses. You look absolutely gorgeous in it”

If heart eyes were the epitome of adoration, then he surely won. He looked at you as if you were the most beautiful woman he’s ever laid his eyes on, and for some reason, all of his undivided attention made you even more confident, oh come on, of course it would, he’s the it boy, giving you a look of resemblance to that of a lovesick teenager in love for the first time. Who wouldn’t.

“White dress it is” you giggled.

Running back to the bedroom, you called out for him, starting on your makeup and frantically looking for your hair straightener so you could - oh so sweetly- ask Jimin to do your hair for you, just so you could save some time for both of your sakes.

“Hm?” He entered your room.

“Will you straighten my hair please?” Your puppy dog eyes do wonders on this man and the fact he gives you a fond smile on response is just another confirmation.

He fumbled with the straightener, not too sure how to turn it on but once he found the switch on the side he figured it out. He set it aside letting it heat up while you guided him to go in sections and that it didn’t have to be perfect, just good enough so your hair wasn’t a crazy mess. He followed exactly as you told him, doing a better job at straightening your own hair then you ever have. By the time he finished all you had to do was put some lipstick on and you were done. Once he was done and made sure the straightener was unplugged, he left a peck on your head and watched you apply the lipstick he bought you just a few days ago.

“I knew it would of looked absolutely stunning on you” he smirked.

“A man with good taste,” you turned around slightly, mimicking his smirk “gotta love it”

When Jimin said you were going to do a lot of dancing, he was not lying. Because currently, you were pressed up against him, ass to his front, hands tangling in his long Lucius hair while his fingers gripped onto your hips. You were starting to sweat, and your feet were starting to get miserable in your heels, so you turned around, hand holding his neck as you leaned in towards him, and you weren’t sure if wether it seemed like you leaned in to kiss him or if he simply just wanted to do it, but you found his soft round lips on your own, kissing you with urgency and need and you sure as hell were getting hotter by the second, especially when his nails started to dig into your hips, a low sort of growl passed from his lips to yours, frequency’d with your heart beat. Damn it why was he so hot.

“Fuck” you panted, still holding onto his neck.

“Have I told you how fucking beautiful you are?”

Your heart skipped a beat, butterflies swimming in your stomach and you were ready to have his children by the end of the night. But who could blame you, you were just a weak woman when it came to Park Jimin and his charm.

“Jimin,” you whispered in his ear “let’s sit down huh?”

He nodded his head, taking your hand in his and leading you off the dance floor and to the boot where the rest of your friends were. A yawn escaped your lips once you settled down onto the semi circular couch, Jimin’s arm extending behind your head as you relaxed into him, head and feet aching and you were so goddamn sleepy.

It didn’t take Jimin long to figure you out. He guessed that the amount of alcohol Taehyung basically forced down your throat, and the amount of dancing you did wore you out. He noticed how your eyes hooded and breathing slowed, melting into his side. At that very moment he realised he wanted to see you like this all the time. At your happiest, worst, energetic and tiring times. He wanted it all, and it was far too early to think so far into the future, but he knew it, and his friends knew it, you were his soulmate. Case closed.

“You wanna go home?” He leaned into you, whispering.

Your ears perked up at that request and thankfully Jimin decided not to drink tonight and just drive and enjoy his time with you, so you didn’t have to wait for a cab. Excusing yourselves from the table and saying goodbye to your friends, you followed Jimin tiredly to his car. Smiling lazily as you got in and buckled your seat belt, Jimin right behind you.

“Can you stay the night?”

He wasn’t sure if he heard you right, it almost made him do a double take. But one look at you and he knew he heard you correctly. He nodded, heart racing and a shy smile on his face. He wasn’t going to do any funny business, he just wanted to hold you for a little longer, let you melt right into the heat of his skin and just enjoy the moment.

“Course”

The only thing you hated more than waking up, is waking up with a hang over. Your head was pounding, throat drier than the Sahara desert and your stomach was clenching, warning you that you were about to vomit all of last nights remains.

You got up in a rush, untangling yourself from a sleeping Jimin and you cursed your luck because you wanted to just sink back in and cuddle up next to his pouty face, but your stomach reminded you of your current situation. You hopped off the bed, running to your bathroom before it was too late, and within seconds your stomach grumbled and you were regretting all of your alcohol related choices.

Jimin was a sweetheart though, and a light sleeper according to the way he squat behind you and rubbed your back comfortingly, shushing you when you tried to wave him off and not see you like this. But he was all too sweet, bringing your hair away from your face and soothing you with ‘it’s okay’.

Once you were done, you flushed the toilet, and leaned your back against the wall, watching as Jimin ripped a bit of tissue and wiped your mouth. Eyes somber and hair disheveled from his sleep. His future wife is sure as hell going to be lucky.

“Better?” He asked, extending his hand to help you up.

You groaned in response, “remind me to never fall for Taehyung’s antics again”

He chuckled, running the shower for you as you brushed your teeth in the sink, “I promise”

After you were freshly washed and changed into comfortable clothing, you entered your living room where Jimin was sat, rubbing his face to wake up from the most comfortable sleep he’s had for awhile. You took notice of the glass of water and pills on the coffee table.

“Take these,” he handed you the water “it’ll help with your hungover”

“Thanks”

It went silent afterwards, a question hanging in the air like the thick tension, and you weren’t quite sure why. Because you remember a lot of the events from last night,especially how you begged him to sleep next to you so you could cuddle into him.

“You don’t have to worry,” you leaned into his side, resting your head on his shoulder “I know we didn’t try anything except for me begging you to sleep next to me”

He laughed, leaning his head against yours. He played with your fingers, imagining how nice an engagement ring would look on them.. and then a wedding ring if you’d hopefully get that far with him, “be my girlfriend?”

His voice was low, barely audible but you heard his loud and clear, your heart hammering against your chest and you could cry from happiness. You’ve been waiting for this since that no date - date kind of thing, weeks passing since then and your heart longed to be his, “yes”

He kissed the top of your head, smirking slyly to himself because now he didn’t have to worry about someone else, anyone else, all he had to do was make sure you were always content and happy with him, even after arguing, he wanted to make sure you always felt loved by him and wanted. He wanted you to be in heaven with him, the way he is just by looking at you.

A year passed since he’s asked you to be his. Everything was great your engagement ring was a testimony to that, and sure you bickered along the way, but never to this point. Never to the point were you had to stay the night at Taehyung’s because you couldn’t take the arguing anymore. It was a silly reason, a childish one at that, but for the life of you had it made you mad. No it had you fuming.

The only problem is that you’re on Taehyung’s couch, tangled in the blankets his lovely girlfriend gave you and you feel nothing but need to be beside Jimin. You hated being away from him and your shared home. No matter how angry you can be, you never want to be away from him. As stupid as it sounds.

You sent him a text, a simple text saying you’re at Taehyungs after you ignored his multiple ‘where are you’ messages and he replied with ‘be there in ten’. You gathered yourself from the couch, neatly folding the blankets and pillows Minha gave you, before sending her a text saying you asked Jimin to pick you up. She sent a thumbs up and to call her if you need anything, as she and Taehyung were out on their anniversary date.

Jimin texted you letting you know he’s outside. You took a deep breath and exited the house but not before making sure everything was off and you had all of your stuff with you. You saw his black shiny bmw parked right outside the entrance of the apartment complex, you got in beside him. Buckling your belt as he started to drive off.

The silence in the car was accompanied by the fire between you. Tension thick and heavy, like it was ready to blow the roof off the car.

“I don’t get why you are so jealous” he began, shifting gears in the car.

You scoffed, “because Jimin, the look she gave you was the exact same I gave you when I first saw you in the lodge café”

“Okay but what did I do?”

You looked stomped, does he really not know the charm he holds? You genuinely thought he did it on purpose, the flirty looks and smile “come on Jimin, don’t act oblivious”

“I seriously have no clue” he sighed, his head was starting to hurt.

You suppressed your currently rising frustration as you got out of the car and straight to the apartment door. You waited for him to open it, and once he did, you shrugged your coat of and lined your shoes up next to his, walking to the kitchen, he followed you.

“Y/n…”

“You did that thing with your face to her, the one that has anyone on their knees in seconds”

“I literally just smiled at her” he groaned, running his hand through his hair.

“Yeah and she was ready to suck you off right there in front of the whole restaurant” you huffed, pouring the hot water into the mug of coffee.

“y/n what was I suppose to do”

“I don’t know!” Your voice rose, and you slammed the kettle back into its place “give her any type of smile except that one…and you should said of said a simple thank you… not ‘thanks love’”

He sighed, coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist, as you protested, “Jimin..”

“I’m sorry baby” he kissed your neck before sucking onto your weak spot , “I really am, can I show you how sorry I am?”

You sighed pleasantly, throwing your head back onto his shoulder and closing your eyes, “can I baby?”

You nodded, pressing yourself into him as he groaned and pulled your sweats down letting them pool around your ankles before he tugged his own down just the slightest bit so he could take his cock out. No undies, brave of you. He smirked to himself. He tugged your hoodie off, revealing the fact you wore no bra either. Your perky nipples hardening under his fingers as he rubbed them in small circles.

“I am so sorry baby” he sucked on your neck, surely leaving marks “but you do the same to me, frustrate me beyond words.”

His hand travelled from your boobs, down your stomach, past your belly button piercing and down to your soaked pussy. You could swear you were leaking down your thighs. This man had you wet within seconds. Unfair.

His finger dipped into your pool of arousal, feeling just how wet he got you in all of five minutes. Barely even touching you. His thumb rubbed your clit and you gasped, already seeing stars in your vision. He rubbed himself, before lining up with your entrance and pushing himself in, all the way to the hilt. Both of you moaned at the same time, bodies stiffening to the pleasure. His head was in the crook of your neck, still kissing and sucking while yours was on his shoulder, completely blissed out with a hand in his hair, and his still rubbing your clit. Your thighs shook just the slightest and he hasn’t even moved yet. Your pussy was wonderful, warm and velvety, tight as you are you clenched around him, letting him know you needed him to start moving. He complied, hand now resting on your lower belly, as he started his movements slow and easy, still peppering kisses all over your neck, chest and face.

“I love you baby, only you” he kissed your lips, your response sent him into overdrive, the need and rush in your kiss had him pushing you into the counter.

Your hands laid on the cool granite while his grabbed onto your hips, he wasted no time in setting an animalistic pace. You looked down, hair obstructing your view just the slightest but you saw the evident bulge in your lower stomach, and you bit your lip. He didn’t give you much time to continue looking, because within seconds he had your leg hooked around his arm and perked onto the counter and he started fucking you even harder, your moans pitching higher and your pussy fluttering as you grabbed onto the hand he had on your pussy, rubbing furious circles.

“Jimin - Ah” you threw your head back, his dick reaching all new angles and it didn’t take you long before your leg dropped from the counter and you grabbed behind you, onto his ass. You squeezed your legs together, clenching around him as you came. And you felt the stutter in his hips as he fucked you through your high, right before he shot his cum high into you.

“Fuck” he panted, head falling on your shoulder.

“I think we need to argue more” you chuckled.

“I see I fucked you into a good mood huh?” He kissed you.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered against his lips “I love you” .

“Mhm I love you too”

He pulled out, both of you hissing. Over stimulation hitting both of you head first. He dragged your tired bodies into a warm shower. Were it was decided round two was definitely needed.

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Hopefully you guys enjoyed this.. i had a lot more planned for this but it was getting far too long. It’s kinda rushed and all over the place but I haven’t updated for like forever so here you go :))))

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