I Am Physically Incapable Of Writing A Soft/kind/gentle Reader For My Stories. I Love Evil Women, I Can't

i am physically incapable of writing a soft/kind/gentle reader for my stories. i love evil women, i can't help it. i love female antagonists, esp the ones who always win. i love manipulative, sneaky, cunty women. i <3 evil women.

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bangtan sonyeondan (방탄소년단)

horror shorts (공포 단편) (16+)

╰┈➤ kim namjoon (김남준)

successors (후계자) (nsfw)

troublemaker (트러블) (nsfw)

under the moon (달 아래)

under the moon 2 (달 아래 2) (nsfw)

professor (교수님) (nsfw)

╰┈➤ kim seokjin (김석진)

business proposal (제안서) (nsfw)

spoiled (스포일드) (nsfw)

spoiled 2 (스포일드 2) (nsfw)

╰┈➤ min yoongi (민윤기)

frostbite (동상) (nsfw)

frostbite 2 (동상 2) (nsfw)

el dorado (엘도라도) (nsfw)

a little older (더 나이든) (nsfw)

BONES & ALL (본즈 앤 올) (DRABBLE) (16+)

╰┈➤ jung hoseok (정호석)

feel the rhythm (리듬 느껴) (nsfw)

heartbeat (심장박동) (nsfw)

l’espoir (희망) (nsfw)

╰┈➤ park jimin (박지민)

ghost of you (너의 유령) (nsfw)

tempted (유혹) (nsfw)

savior (구세주) (nsfw)

backrooms (백룸) (nsfw)

╰┈➤ kim taehyung (김태형)

accomplice (공범) (nsfw)

teach me (가르쳐줘) (nsfw)

hello, sidney (안녕, 시드니) (nsfw)

three words (세 마디) (nsfw)

REBUKE (책망) (DRABBLE) (nsfw)

╰┈➤ jeon jungkook (전정국)

underground (지하) (nsfw)

nevertheless (알고있지만) (nsfw)

cold case (미제 사건) (nsfw)

teotw (the end of the world) (세상의 끝) (nsfw)

roses (장미) (16+)

MORE MORE MORE (더 더 더) (DRABBLE) (16+)

neo culture technology (네오 컬처 테크놀로지)

╰┈➤ lee taeyong (이태용)

smile for me (웃어줘)

therapeutic (테라퓨틱) (nsfw)

bubu’s a sub lol (DRABBLE) (nsfw)

╰┈➤ jeong jaehyun (정재현)

faded (사라졌다) (nsfw)

twisted (DRABBLE) (REQ) (nsfw)

╰┈➤ mark lee (마크리)

BBF (DRABBLE) (nsfw)

reader w/ big tits (nsfw) (REQ)

this is not a love story (nsfw) (REQ)

do as i say (nsfw) (REQ) (DRABBLE)

sweetheart (nsfw) (REQ) (DRABBLE)

practice (nsfw) (REQ) (DRABBLE)

bad taste (nsfw) (REQ) (DRABBLE)

come back home (집에 돌아와) (16+)

╰┈➤ johnny suh (서영호)

FRIENDS (DRABBLE) (nsfw)

FRIENDS (EXTENDED) (nsfw)

╰┈➤ wong kunhang (黄冠亨)

SWITCH-UP (nsfw) (REQ) (DRABBLE)

╰┈➤ xiào déjùn (肖德俊)

sweet home (nsfw) (REQ) (DRABBLE)

✧.* taking requests for boy groups i stan (bts, nct, p1harmony, stray kids, shinee, txt, seventeen, got7,) and for groups i'm fond of (zb1, ateez, enhypen, exo, bnd, the boyz)

✧.* taking requests for girl groups i stan (red velvet, kara, girls' generation, twice) and girl groups i'm fond of (blackpink, aespa, ive, new jeans)

✧.* taking requests for characters from kdramas and regular shows i enjoy (the heirs, wwwsk, love next door, penthouse, the glory, scarlet heart, lovely runner, doctor slump, outer banks, shameless)

✧.* taking requests for any and all genders, races, ethnicities, etc. please be mindful of what themes and plots you incorporate! i'll gladly include nsfw themes, as long as the person requesting is 18 and over. with that being said, don't request some freak shit ik damn well i'm not gonna write abt keeho pissing in ur ass!!

Wanted to say that I’m so happy you’re back!! 🫶

i missed you so much omg thought about u while i was away 😩

i've been inactive for a good 3 years...taking requests tho 🔥🔥🔥

feel the rhythm (리듬 느껴) – jung hoseok (정호석)

✧.* 18+

to dance is to transcend the boundaries of the mundane, where each movement becomes a brushstroke on the canvas of existence. it's an unspoken language, a symphony of the body that speaks directly to the soul. the subtle arch of a back, the delicate glide of a hand, the powerful leap into the air—all gestures that come together to form an intimate dialogue between the dancer and the rhythm that guides them. time ceases to matter, and the dancer becomes both the painter and the painting, expressing emotions that words could never capture. it reveals the deepest truths of the human spirit, inviting all who witness it to feel, to dream, and to connect.

it was impossible to dance without feeling—the music, the emotions awoken—everything. everything mattered. all the greats knew it, whether it was michael jackson or lee taemin, they enjoyed what they did and they perfected it, because they knew how to feel. each note of the music was a heartbeat, each beat a call to move, to express, to live within the moment. the floor beneath their feet became a sanctuary, a sacred space where they poured out their souls, leaving a piece of themselves with every step. this was not just performance; it was raw, unfiltered emotion made visible. to dance was to connect with something larger, something profound. it was an unending pursuit of grace and power, a testament to the beauty of human expression.

“you're bending your knees too much,” you never meant to come off as strict or demanding. in fact, you wanted to do quite the opposite, but you liked to push him. you liked to push him, because you knew he was a natural talent. you knew it, he knew it—everybody knew it. you had been by the group's side ever since their debut; eleven years of choreographing their songs, eleven years as not just the woman who planned out their dances, because you were practically family to them.

there was no favoritism, either. you made sure to work as a team, to push their limits as a whole. you loved them the same and made sure never to critique one member more than the rest, you knew just how to play fair. hoseok just happened to be their best dancer, and everybody was well aware of it. sure, all of them could work with the same choreographies, but none of them could execute them the way he did. it was a matter of passion, above all else. he never flaunted it; in fact, he was too humble. it was one of his most infuriating traits.

his eyes dropped to his knees, flickering between his pose and yours, paying close attention to what he had previously missed. “just a little bit, you see?” he watched your form carefully, noticing the way you put the slightest of pressure on your knees, bending them to the point where it was barely noticeable, before transitioning into the next step. this time, it was your turn to watch. he kept his eyes glued, moving with grace. this time, he did it just right.

“good job, just like that,” you had found yourself showering him with praise. most of the time, you did it because it was well-deserved. sometimes, you did it just to see the smile on his face. like the one he had on just then, it made you smile, too. “again,” you instructed, stepping back to give him room. “from the top.”

hoseok nodded, a small smile lingering on his lips as he reset his position. the music started, and his body moved with the fluidity and precision you had come to expect from him. every step, every turn, every isolated movement was a testament to his dedication and raw talent. you could see the determination in his eyes, the fire that drove him to perfect every detail. as he danced, you felt a familiar warmth spread through you—a mix of pride and something deeper, something you rarely allowed yourself to acknowledge. the way he danced was mesmerizing, and you couldn't help but be drawn in by his passion and intensity. it was as if the world faded away, leaving just the two of you and the rhythm that bound you together.

“perfect,” you said softly, as the music came to an end. he was breathing hard, a thin sheen of sweat on his brow, but his eyes were bright and focused. “thanks,” he replied, a hint of bashfulness in his smile. “your guidance always makes a difference.”

you walked closer, your footsteps echoing in the otherwise silent studio. “you're the one who makes the difference, hoseok. i can only point the way; you're the one who brings it to life.” there was a moment of silence, charged with an unspoken tension. you could see it in the way his eyes lingered on yours, in the way his breath hitched slightly as you approached. it was subtle, but it was there—an intensity that went beyond the dance.

“you make it easy to feel,” he said quietly, his gaze unwavering. “the way you understand the music, the way you push us to connect with it—it's like you see inside us.” your heart skipped a beat at his words, the sincerity in his voice leaving you momentarily speechless. you had always pushed yourself to understand each member, to help them find their own connection to the choreography. but with him, it had always been different, deeper.

“it's because you let me,” you replied just as quietly. “you let me see the real you when you dance. it's a gift, hoseok, and it's beautiful.”

the intensity in his eyes deepened, and for a moment, it felt like the air between you crackled with energy. then he broke the gaze, looking down with a shy smile. “let's go again,” he said, but this time, his voice was softer, almost intimate. “let's,” you agreed, stepping back but feeling closer to him than ever.

he moved with the same grace and intensity, but now, each movement felt charged with an unspoken emotion, a palpable tension that neither of you could ignore. you mirrored his steps, guiding him with subtle cues and gentle corrections. the synergy between you was almost electric, and as the music swelled, it felt like the rest of the world had melted away, leaving just the two of you and the rhythm that bound you.

the song neared its climax, and you watched him closely, noting the slight adjustments he made, the way his body responded to the music with a fluidity that seemed almost otherworldly. you couldn't help but be mesmerized by him, by the way he embodied every beat, every note. it was as if you were dancing with the very essence of the music itself.

as the final notes faded, you found yourself breathless, not just from the physical exertion, but from the intensity of the connection you had just shared. hoseok's eyes met yours, and for a moment, it felt like he was about to say something, something that could change everything.

before he could speak, the studio door swung open, and a voice broke the spell. “hoseok!”

you turned to see lee bona, his girlfriend, standing in the doorway. she was beautiful, with an effortless elegance that made her presence commanding. you had met her a few times, but it was clear she wasn't fond of you. the way she looked at you now, with thinly veiled jealousy, made that abundantly clear. hoseok's expression softened as he saw her, and he immediately moved toward her, leaving you standing alone in the center of the studio. “bona, hey,” he greeted, his voice warm and affectionate.

she smiled at him, but there was a sharpness in her eyes when they flicked to you. “i thought i'd surprise you,” she said, wrapping her arms around his neck. you forced a polite smile, trying to ignore the pang of discomfort that settled in your chest. “hi, bona.”

“hello,” she replied, her tone cool. she turned her attention back to hoseok. “ready to go?” he glanced back at you, an apologetic look in his eyes. “sorry, i have to go. we'll pick this up later?”

“of course,” you replied, keeping your voice steady. “go ahead.”

he nodded and, with one last glance, left the studio with bona. as the door closed behind them, you stood there, the silence of the empty studio pressing in on you. you replayed the last few minutes in your mind, the intensity of the dance, the connection you felt, and then the abrupt interruption. how could he have a girlfriend and yet be so intimate with you? the thought twisted something inside you, a mix of frustration and confusion.

to clear your mind, you turned the music back on and started dancing again, but your movements were off, lacking the precision and grace you usually prided yourself on. the frustration bled into your dance, making each step feel jagged and unrefined. you could feel it in your body, the anger and disappointment seeping into your movements.

you didn't realize you had an audience until you heard a familiar voice. “you're dancing like you have two left feet,” namjoon teased from the doorway. you stopped abruptly, turning to face him. “how long have you been standing there?”

“long enough to see something's bothering you,” he said, walking into the studio with that easy, knowing smile of his. “got a hunch it might be hoseok's girlfriend.”

you scowled at him, trying to brush off the accusation. “it's like you want me to lose my job— strictly professional, joon.”

he raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. “sure, if you say so. but your dancing says otherwise.” you wanted to argue, to defend the professionalism you always upheld, but you knew he was right. the emotions were too raw, too close to the surface. “it's complicated.”

namjoon gave you a sympathetic look. “i get it. but you know, taking a break might help. we've got the next few days off, and we're heading to a bar tonight. you should come.” you hesitated, the thought of socializing feeling overwhelming right now. but his smile was encouraging, and you knew he was right—you needed to clear your head. “alright, i'll come.”

“good,” he said, clapping you on the shoulder. “we'll see you tonight then. and hey, try not to think about it too much. things have a way of working themselves out.” you nodded, watching as he left the studio. alone again, you took a deep breath and let it out slowly. namjoon was right. for now, all you could do was dance, let the music guide you, and hope that the rest would fall into place.

the evening came, and you prepared for a night out, hoping that some time away from the studio might clear your head. you put on a simple but stylish outfit, something that would let you blend in yet still feel confident. the bar wasn't too far from the studio, so you made your way there, your thoughts a tangled mess of frustration and confusion.

as you entered the bar, you immediately spotted the group. they had secured a large table in a corner, and you made your way over, greeting each of them with a forced smile. the atmosphere was lively, the air filled with chatter, laughter, and the hum of background music. it felt like a world apart from the quiet intensity of the studio, but the tension you carried with you seemed to cling, regardless.

hoseok was already there, seated with his girlfriend by his side. his eyes met yours as you approached, and for a split second, the world seemed to shrink around you. there was something electric in his gaze, a reminder of the connection you had shared earlier. but it was quickly broken when taehyung, always quick with a compliment, spoke up.

“so, your performance with taemin?” taehyung’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “it's an understatement to say you killed it.”

the table erupted in praise, with jimin and yoongi both chiming in to agree. the enthusiasm was palpable, and you managed a genuine smile, though the praise felt hollow. you were used to being recognized for your work, but the absence of hoseok’s usual support stung more than you had anticipated.

jungkook, ever the tease, leaned in with a smirk. “so, what’s the deal with taemin? you two seem pretty close. maybe more than just coworkers?” you laughed it off, the sound feeling forced. “no, it’s nothing like that. we just have a good working relationship, that’s all.”

hoseok’s silence was almost palpable, and it was unlike him. normally, he would have been the first to voice his support or offer a playful comment. instead, he stayed quiet, a tight-lipped expression on his face that made you feel uneasy. then, to your dismay, he finally spoke up with a tone that felt almost accusatory. “she isn’t crazy; that would be totally unprofessional.”

the words stung more than you expected, cutting through you with a sharpness that made you flinch. you forced a nod and tried to mask your disappointment. without saying another word, you excused yourself and made your way to the bar itself, desperately needing a drink to calm your nerves.

you ordered something strong, hoping it would dull the edge of your hurt. as you waited, you could feel hoseok’s eyes on you, even from across the room. it was a constant reminder of the tension that seemed to hang between you like a thick fog.

namjoon noticed your departure and followed you to the bar. he joined you as you sipped your drink, his presence both a comfort and a distraction. “you okay?” he asked, his voice gentle but perceptive. you managed a shrug, trying to seem nonchalant. “yeah, just needed a break.”

he didn’t buy it, but he didn’t push. instead, he leaned in, a glimmer of an idea in his eyes. “you know, i think i might have something that could take your mind off things. my friend wonho is working on a solo track, and he needs help with the choreography. would you be interested in collaborating with him?”

you hesitated, the thought of diving into a new project both appealing and daunting. but the distraction might be exactly what you needed. “i’d love to,” you said finally, a genuine smile spreading across your face. “thank you for thinking of me.”

namjoon’s expression softened, and he pulled you into a quick hug. “you're our girl, dancing's your thing. of course i'd ask you.”

as you made your way back to the table, your mind was already spinning with ideas for wonho’s track. you knew that this was a chance to refocus, to move forward from the confusion and disappointment of the evening. and although the night was far from over, you felt a glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, you could find a way to balance the complexity of your feelings with the passion for your craft.

the next day, the dance studio was alive with activity. the boys were immersed in practice, their movements synchronized in a display of impressive skill and energy. you were usually a central part of these sessions, but today, your absence was noticeable. hoseok seemed particularly restless. his eyes darted to the door every few seconds, as if expecting you to walk in at any moment. it was clear that your absence was affecting him more than he let on. he performed each step with a certain rigidity, a subtle but noticeable contrast to his usual fluidity.

namjoon, who was busy adjusting the playlist, finally broke the silence. “just so you all know, (y/n) is working with wonho on his solo track today. she’s helping him with the choreography.”

the announcement was met with a chorus of supportive remarks and curious glances. taehyung and jin voiced their encouragement enthusiastically, while yoongi and jungkook nodded in approval. however, hoseok’s reaction was markedly different. he remained silent, his face betraying a hint of something—perhaps jealousy or frustration. his movements, which had been sharp and precise before, now seemed to lack the usual confidence, as if he was struggling to find his rhythm without your presence.

the practice session dragged on, and it became increasingly apparent that hoseok was out of sync, his performance reflecting the internal turmoil he was evidently experiencing. the studio buzzed with energy, but his mood cast a shadow over the atmosphere.

back in wonho’s studio, the environment was different—intimate and focused. he was a striking presence, his muscular build and handsome features adding to the allure of the space. the track he played was a vibrant, engaging mix of beats and melodies, capturing your attention immediately. as you listened, the rhythm sparked a flurry of ideas in your mind.

wonho, noting your engaged expression, smiled warmly. “so, what do you think?” you took a deep breath, trying to articulate your thoughts. “the track is amazing. it’s got this incredible energy, and i think it could really move people.”

he leaned in slightly, curiosity evident in his eyes. “is something on your mind? you look like you’re thinking about something more than just choreography.”

it was then that the lyrics of the song began to make themselves heard more clearly—romantic, heartfelt, and deeply personal. they spoke of love, longing, and vulnerability, and you couldn’t help but think of hoseok. the connection you had with him, the moments you shared, seemed to echo in the song’s verses, making your heart ache with an intensity you hadn’t anticipated.

seeing the change in your expression, wonho chuckled softly. “is the song that bad?” you shook your head quickly, trying to dispel any misunderstanding. “oh, no, not at all. it's actually beautiful. but the lyrics—you must really love the girl you wrote it for.”

his laughter was warm and knowing. “loved, actually. we all need our hearts broken at least once. it helps us understand the depths of emotion and fuels our craft.”

his words resonated with you. you had always known that art and emotion were deeply intertwined, but hearing it from someone who had clearly experienced such passion and pain firsthand struck a chord. you pondered his insight, considering how heartbreak and longing were universal experiences that shaped the art of dance just as much as they did music.

“thanks for sharing that,” you said, a touch of gratitude in your voice. “it’s really insightful.” he nodded, a look of understanding in his eyes. “of course. it’s all part of the journey. now, let’s get to work on this choreography. i’m excited to see what we can create together.”

as the day wore on, the intensity of your focus in wonho's studio created a palpable buzz of creativity. the music played, its infectious beat filling the space with an energy that pushed you to explore new movements and ideas. you felt a deep sense of connection with the track, and as you freestyled, you let your body respond to the rhythm naturally.

the studio was a sanctuary, its large mirrors reflecting your every move as you danced. you moved with fluidity and passion, the music guiding your steps as you interpreted the emotions of the song. each movement seemed to flow effortlessly into the next, and you could see that he was mesmerized by your performance. his eyes followed you with a mixture of admiration and curiosity, clearly impressed by the way you embodied the music.

as the track continued, you paused to catch your breath and turned to wonho. “when i listen to this song, i see a story unfolding—you can really tell you put your heart into it.” he nodded, absorbing your words. “that’s exactly what i hoped for with this track. i’m glad it’s coming across that way.”

he took a deep breath and stepped onto the floor, beginning to dance to the music. his movements were solid but lacked the fluidity you had come to expect from him. there was a hint of hesitation in his steps, as if he was holding back. “i’m sorry if my dancing isn’t up to par,” he said, his voice tinged with self-deprecation. “i’m just trying to match the energy of the track, but i feel like it’s not quite there.”

you watched him with a critical eye but offered a reassuring smile. “no, it’s not shabby at all. your movements are strong and controlled, and you have a natural rhythm that really complements the song. it’s just a matter of getting more comfortable with the dance. you’ve got a lot of potential.”

his face brightened at your praise, and he seemed to find a new confidence in your words. with renewed determination, he threw himself into the dance with greater enthusiasm, his movements becoming more expressive and in tune with the music. it was clear that your encouragement had a significant impact on him, and the energy in the room shifted to a more dynamic and creative flow.

as the hours passed, you continued to work closely with him, shaping the choreography and refining the details. you found yourself deeply engaged in the process, enjoying the collaborative effort and the creative synergy that flowed between you. with each passing moment, the choreography began to take shape, the intricate movements and transitions coming together to create a compelling visual narrative.

by the end of the day, you had crafted a substantial majority of the choreography. the routine was vibrant and expressive, capturing the essence of his track while allowing room for individual interpretation. both of you were satisfied with the progress, and the atmosphere in the studio was one of accomplishment and mutual respect.

as you wrapped up, he turned to you with a warm smile. “thank you so much for your help today. i couldn’t have done this without you.” you returned his smile, feeling a genuine sense of satisfaction. “it was my pleasure. the track is incredible, and it was great working with you on this.”

his gratitude was evident as he stepped forward and gave you a hug. the embrace lingered a bit longer than you might have expected, but you could sense his appreciation and warmth. for a moment, you found yourself enveloped in his presence, the hug carrying an unexpected intensity.

when he finally pulled back, you smiled at him, trying to keep the moment light. “why don’t you come to the studio tomorrow? we can show namjoon and the boys the dance. i think they’d love to see it.” wonho’s eyes lit up with excitement. “that sounds great! i’d love to. thanks for the invitation.”

you exchanged a few more pleasantries and packed up your things, feeling a renewed sense of purpose. the collaboration with him had been both invigorating and rewarding, and you looked forward to sharing the results with namjoon and the rest of the team. he had done you a favor, successfully giving you the perfect distraction.

the next day, the studio was bustling with activity as the boys prepared for their practice session. the atmosphere was filled with anticipation and excitement, not just for the usual routines but also for the special showcase you had promised. as you walked into the studio with wonho by your side, the energy in the room shifted. the boys, who had been engrossed in their own discussions, looked up and greeted you with enthusiastic smiles.

“hey, everyone! i’m excited to introduce you all to wonho,” you announced with a bright smile. “he’s been working on a solo track, and we’ve put together some choreography that we’d love to share with you.”

namjoon’s eyes lit up with genuine interest as he walked up to his friend, greeting him with a smile. “awesome! can’t wait to see what you’ve come up with.”

the rest of the boys gathered around, their expressions ranging from curiosity to eagerness. all of them were practically animated, their faces practically glowing with anticipation. they exchanged excited glances, while the atmosphere felt charged with a positive buzz. hoseok, however, stood apart from the group, his posture rigid and his expression noticeably cold. it was evident that he was struggling to mask his jealousy. he avoided eye contact, his gaze fixed on the floor as if deep in thought. his mood was palpable, casting a subtle shadow over the otherwise upbeat environment.

with everyone’s attention now focused on the dance floor, you and wonho took your places. the music started, and as the track played, you began to move with a fluidity that matched the rhythm. he followed your lead, his movements synchronized with yours in a dance that was both captivating and dynamic. the choreography was intricate, a blend of powerful movements and tender moments. as the routine progressed, you felt the connection between you and him deepening, the dance becoming a dialogue of its own.

the final segment of the routine featured a particularly intimate move, a moment where wonho’s face came close to yours, his arm wrapped around your waist while your arm rested around his neck. it was a close, personal space that spoke volumes without the need for words.

as you and him executed the move, the rest of the boys erupted into cheers and applause, their excitement evident. the clapping and shouting filled the studio, a testament to the impact of the performance. however, hoseok remained unmoved. he watched the dance with a look of barely contained irritation, his expression darkening as the routine came to its climactic end.

when the final beat of the track echoed through the studio, wonho pulled away with a grin, clearly pleased with the reaction. you joined in the applause, your heart racing from the intensity of the performance. the boys continued to cheer, their enthusiasm unwavering.

it was in that moment that you noticed hoseok’s abrupt departure. he slipped out of the studio quietly, his departure almost unnoticed by the others who were still caught up in the excitement of the moment. the change in atmosphere was subtle but undeniable—his absence left a void, a silence that seemed to seep into the corners of the studio.

unable to shake off the uneasy feeling, you excused yourself from the group and stepped out into the hallway. the corridor was quiet, the distant hum of the studio music a faint echo against the walls. you followed the path hoseok had taken, your footsteps soft against the polished floor.

when you found him, he was leaning against the wall, his posture rigid and his expression unreadable. he was close to the door, and the hallway was dimly lit, casting shadows that seemed to enhance the tension in the air. “hoseok,” you called out softly, approaching him with a concerned look. “is everything alright?”

he didn’t immediately respond, his gaze fixed ahead, avoiding your eyes. the silence stretched between you, filled with an intensity that was almost palpable. the air seemed to thicken, charged with unspoken emotions. you took another step closer, your voice tinged with worry. “is something wrong? you left so suddenly.”

he turned his head slightly, his face close to yours but still distant. the coldness in his demeanor was striking, a stark contrast to the warmth of the studio. “i have to go,” he said, his voice low and edged with finality.

the words were simple, but they carried a weight that left you momentarily speechless. you could see the conflict in his eyes, the struggle between the emotions he was trying to hide and the reality of the situation. there was a distance between you, both physical and emotional, that felt almost unbearable.

before you could say anything further, he pushed off the wall and turned away, walking briskly down the hallway. his footsteps echoed in the silence, a sound that seemed to resonate with the intensity of the moment. you watched him leave, feeling a mix of confusion and frustration. the confrontation had been brief, but it left a lingering sense of unease. the hallway felt colder now, his absence creating a void that was difficult to fill.

hoseok stepped out of the studio, the cool air of the evening brushing against his face. the weight of the conversation with you lingered in his mind, intertwining with the knowledge of his upcoming meeting. he glanced at his phone, the message from bona still visible on the screen. she had asked him to meet her at a nearby coffee shop, a request he couldn’t ignore despite his current state of emotional turmoil.

he walked briskly through the quiet streets, his thoughts consumed by the unresolved feelings between you and the burden of his relationship. the coffee shop was a cozy, dimly lit place, a stark contrast to the chaos of his mind. as he approached, he took a deep breath, trying to steady himself before entering.

she was already seated at a corner table when he arrived. her face lit up with a smile as she saw him, but the joy in her eyes quickly faded when she noticed the tension in his posture. hoseok forced a smile as he joined her, slipping into the chair across from her. “hey,” he greeted, trying to sound casual. “hey,” she replied softly, her eyes searching his face for some sign of what was troubling him. “i'm glad you could make it.”

they sat in silence for a few moments, the atmosphere heavy with unspoken words. hoseok’s thoughts were racing, but he tried to focus on the present. he reached into his pocket and retrieved a small box, placing it gently on the table between them. it contained the necklace he had bought for her, a symbol of their relationship that now felt like an anchor weighing him down.

her eyes fell on the box, and she reached for it with trembling hands. her fingers traced the delicate chain as she opened the box and saw the necklace inside. there was a flicker of sadness in her eyes, and she took a deep breath, her voice trembling as she spoke.

“i’ve been thinking a lot lately. about us. And I don’t know how to say this, but,” her voice broke, and tears began to well up in her eyes. “i think it’s time for us to break up.”

his heart sank, but he remained stoic, his face a mask of calm. the news was not unexpected, yet it still felt like a blow. he had long sensed the disconnect, and although he had wanted to avoid the confrontation, he knew deep down that this was a resolution he had been avoiding. he nodded slowly, his eyes meeting hers with a mixture of resignation and relief. “it isn't the same anymore, i know,” he said quietly, his voice steady. he did know, and he knew how bad he had wanted out of the relationship—he just didn't want to hurt her. “i know.”

she looked at him, her eyes filled with a mixture of sadness and gratitude. the silence between them was charged, but hoseok knew it was time to act. he stood up, walked around the table, and gently placed the necklace around her neck. the gesture was tender but lacked the warmth it might have once held. it was a final act of kindness, a way to end things on a note of respect.

as he stepped back, he saw the tears streaming down her face. he offered a faint, almost bittersweet smile before turning to leave. his steps were purposeful and steady, but inside, his mind was elsewhere. the thoughts of you, the dance, and the unresolved feelings he harbored for you filled his mind, pushing out any remnants of his prior relationship.

leaving the coffee shop, he felt a peculiar sense of liberation. it wasn’t joy, but rather a profound relief—a space now open for him to confront his own feelings and desires. the end of his relationship with was, in a twisted way, the best gift she could've given him. it was an opportunity to pursue what he truly wanted, what he truly felt.

the studio was a haven of solitude and focus as you danced alone. the space was dimly lit, the lights casting long shadows that accentuated the precision of your movements. the choreography you were working on was demanding, a complex sequence of steps that required both grace and strength. you moved effortlessly, your body translating the intricate patterns of the dance into a fluid expression of emotion. each step, each turn, was executed with a blend of determination and elegance, a testament to your skill and dedication.

unbeknownst to you, hoseok was watching from outside the studio, his eyes fixed on your every movement. he stood in the doorway, hidden from view but captivated by the sight of you dancing. the way you moved, the passion you poured into the performance—it all stirred something deep within him. it was a mixture of admiration, longing, and a pang of jealousy that he tried to suppress.

as you reached a particularly challenging part of the routine, you heard the faintest sound of the studio door opening. hoseok’s presence was undeniable now, and his gaze was intense as he watched you. you didn’t notice him at first, lost in the rhythm and the demands of the choreography. but as you completed the segment, you turned to find hoseok stepping into the studio.

wonho was at your side almost immediately, having come to watch your performance. he greeted him with a friendly nod. “hey, hoseok. we were just working on the new choreography. what brings you here?” his response was curt, his tone cold. “i came to see if i could run the dance with her.”

wonho looked taken aback by the abruptness but managed a polite smile. “sure, we were just wrapping up. it’s all yours.” hoseok's eyes bore into his with a fierce intensity, a silent assertion of his claim. wonho, though taken aback, took a step back and watched as you and hoseok prepared to dance together. the tension between them was palpable, and you could sense the shift in the atmosphere.

as you began to dance, the room seemed to hold its breath. hoseok’s movements were sharp and precise, his focus entirely on you. his performance was impeccable, matching the grace and intensity of your own. the chemistry between you two was undeniable, the dance becoming an almost intimate exchange. he kept his gaze locked on wonho throughout, a clear message that you were his and his alone. the intensity of his stare was enough to make him shift uncomfortably, though he tried to maintain his composure.

when the dance ended, wonho clapped, his expression a mix of admiration and envy. “what was impressive. you both make a great team,” as if calculated, he turned to you, awaiting your answer, not hoseok's. “would you be available for a deeper discussion about the track over lunch? i’d love to get more insight.”

you were about to respond positively when hoseok interjected, his voice firm. “actually, she won’t be able to make it. we have practice scheduled.” you looked between the two of them, caught in the middle of their silent rivalry. “hoseok, we can work something out—”

before you could finish, he cut you off again. “we have a tight schedule, and it’s important that we stick to it.”

wonho’s expression darkened slightly, but he nodded, understanding the implicit challenge. “alright, if you're able to reschedule, just let me know.” you turned to hoseok, frustration evident on your face. “can we talk outside for a moment?”

without waiting for a response, you stepped out of the studio, hoseok following closely behind. the corridor was quieter, a stark contrast to the energy of the dance floor. you faced him, your voice steady but concerned. “what’s going on with you?” you asked. “you’ve been acting like an asshole. what’s this really about?”

his eyes softened as he looked at you. there was a mix of vulnerability and resolve in his gaze. “i just broke up with bona,” he admitted, his voice low. “it’s been complicated, but i needed to be honest with myself and with you.”

you hid your surprise, maintaining a sympathetic demeanor. “i’m sorry to hear that. i hope it’s not too hard on you.” he shook his head, a faint smile touching his lips. “it’s actually a good thing. it means i can focus on what i really want. and that’s where you come in.”

he reached out, brushing a strand of hair from your face with a tender gesture. his gaze lingered on you, his face inches from yours. the moment was charged, the air between you filled with unspoken words and emotions. hoseok leaned in, his lips almost brushing against yours, when a voice interrupted from down the hallway.

“hey, do you have a minute for another session?”

it was wonho, his timing impeccable and his presence unmistakable. you pulled away from hoseok, a flush of embarrassment coloring your cheeks. his expression darkened slightly, a mix of frustration and longing evident in his eyes. you cleared your throat, trying to regain your composure. “sure, won. let’s head back.”

as you re-entered the studio with him, hoseok’s gaze followed you, a simmering tension in his eyes. the dynamic between you, him, and wonho had shifted, and the complexity of the situation was far from resolved. the dance session resumed, but the lingering emotions and unresolved feelings created an undercurrent that was impossible to ignore.

the weeks that followed were filled with a growing intensity between you and hoseok. the studio was a place where the boundary between professionalism and personal emotions often blurred. amidst the choreography, rehearsals, and performances, the subtle tension between you and him became increasingly unbearable.

in the studio, when no one was looking, his gestures grew more intimate. during breaks, you’d find his hand brushing against yours under the table, fingers grazing lightly, creating an almost electric connection. there were moments when he’d hug you from behind, his presence a comforting warmth against your back. his hand would rest casually on your waist or thigh, an unspoken claim that seemed to linger in the air.

one afternoon, you were both working on a new routine for his solo track. the studio was alive with the energy of the song, the beat driving the rhythm of your movements. you and hoseok were lost in the dance, the choreography blending seamlessly with the music. he was focused, his eyes locked on you as you both performed with fluidity and precision.

during a particularly intense sequence, his voice broke through the music, his tone low and sensual. “don’t dance with him,” he said, referring to the upcoming live performance with wonho. the statement was clear, and the possessiveness in his voice was unmistakable. you continued dancing, maintaining your composure. “i have to,” you replied, your voice steady despite the charged atmosphere. “it’s strictly business.”

his response was to pause in the middle of the choreography. the move positioned him behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist with a possessive tenderness. his breath was warm against your ear as he whispered, “i don’t like watching you dance with him, you’re strictly mine.”

the whispered words sent a shiver down your spine, and you felt the intensity of his emotions press against you. as you resumed the dance, the air between you was thick with unspoken promises and desires. the routine continued with an almost palpable tension, each movement more charged than the last.

in the final pose of the routine, you extended your leg gracefully, the culmination of the dance. hoseok was on his knees next to it, his fingers lightly caressing your skin. the touch was delicate, but it carried a depth of feeling that words couldn’t convey. the studio seemed to hold its breath, the only sound the faint echo of the music in the background.

you looked down at him, your heart racing as you spoke softly, “i promise i won’t dance with him like i dance with you.”

his eyes were filled with a mix of relief and desire. he nodded, his expression softening. without a word, he pressed a gentle kiss to your leg, his lips lingering for a moment. the touch was both intimate and reassuring, a silent confirmation of the bond between you. the kiss was a promise, a reminder of the connection you shared. as you both stood up and moved away from each other, the tension was still there, but it was now tempered with a mutual understanding.

the backstage area was a flurry of activity as you prepared for wonho’s live performance. the atmosphere was charged with excitement and anticipation. you adjusted your outfit—a striking ensemble designed to fit the theme of the performance. the costume revealed more skin than you were accustomed to, its daring cut and intricate design highlighting your every move. you made sure everything was in place, trying to ignore the flutter of nerves that accompanied such a public display.

as you finished the final touches, wonho appeared from behind the curtain. his presence was calm and collected, a stark contrast to the bustling energy around you. “ready to go?” he asked, his voice warm and encouraging. you nodded, giving him a reassuring smile. “ready.”

the two of you walked towards the stage, the muffled sounds of the audience growing louder as you approached. the curtains parted, revealing a sea of faces and bright lights. thousands of people filled the auditorium, their cheers and applause resonating through the air. you scanned the crowd, spotting your group near the front. they were all watching eagerly, their faces alight with enthusiasm—except for hoseok.

he was sat off to the side, his expression rigid and stoic. his eyes were fixed on you and wonho, but his gaze was anything but cheerful. the jealousy that coursed through him was palpable, a stark contrast to the smiles of his colleagues.

as the crowd's chatter began to die down, the lights dimmed, and the performance was set to begin. you took a deep breath, focusing on the routine ahead. the music started, and you and wonho moved in perfect synchronization, the choreography flowing seamlessly between you. his voice filled the space, each note perfectly timed with the dance steps.

the performance was a showcase of your skills, but it was also a demonstration of the chemistry between you and him. the dance was dynamic and energetic, punctuated by moments of close contact and intimate gestures. his tight shirt clung to his chest and biceps, accentuating his physique. his movements were confident, but it was the way he touched you—holding you, guiding you, his hands lingering a bit longer than necessary—that drew the most attention from hoseok.

from the corner of your eye, you could see his reaction. his usual charm and warmth were replaced by a simmering anger. his gaze was locked on the stage, but it wasn’t just the performance he was watching—it was the way wonho’s hands roamed over you, the way his proximity seemed to be a direct challenge to his claim over you. every touch, every moment of contact between you and wonho was like a dagger to hoseok’s chest.

as the routine reached its climax, you and wonho moved into the final, scandalous pose. the dance ended with you in the same provocative position, his face inches from yours, his arms around your waist. the pose was intimate, the culmination of a performance designed to captivate and provoke. the audience erupted into applause, but hoseok’s reaction was a mix of rage and helplessness. his eyes were fixated on you, his frustration evident despite his attempt to mask it.

the performance concluded, and the stage lights faded. the curtain fell, and the roar of the audience’s approval became a distant echo. you and wonho took your final bow, sharing a brief, congratulatory hug before making your way backstage. the air was thick with the residue of the performance and the emotions it had stirred. as you walked offstage, you felt a mix of relief and apprehension. the adrenaline from the performance still buzzed in your veins, but you couldn’t shake the awareness of hoseok’s gaze. you hoped to catch a moment to speak with him, but his presence was as distant as it was intense. you could sense his eyes on you, even as you tried to avoid his gaze.

backstage, he remained apart from the group, his demeanor unchanged. his stoic expression spoke volumes, but it was his unyielding gaze that betrayed his inner turmoil. despite the applause and celebration, his focus was solely on you, and the jealousy he felt was a tangible force. the night had only just begun, and the emotions between you and him were far from settled. as you moved through the backstage area, the echoes of the performance lingered, and the complexities of your relationships became ever more entangled.

the studio was quiet after the performance, the only sound being the faint hum of the air conditioning. you were alone, stretching to ease the tension in your muscles from the demanding routine. the coolness of the studio floor felt soothing against your skin, and the large mirror reflected your exhausted yet satisfied expression. your body ached, but the relief of having completed the performance was refreshing.

as you reached up to stretch your arms, you could see the way your muscles shifted and relaxed in the mirror. you focused on your movements, trying to release the pent-up energy and stress from the evening. the studio was a familiar sanctuary, a place where you could regain your composure and reflect on the night’s events.

without warning, you felt a presence behind you. hoseok entered the studio, his steps almost silent against the floor. you didn't need to turn around to sense his mood; it was palpable. the air between you grew thick with tension, and you could almost feel the weight of his jealousy pressing down on you.

he approached you, his presence a definite contrast to the quiet calm of the studio. he pressed himself into your back, the warmth of his body sending a shiver down your spine. his touch was gentle, almost tender, as he wrapped his arms around your waist, but his words were anything but kind.

“did you enjoy yourself out there?” his voice was low, laced with a bitterness that contrasted sharply with the softness of his touch. his lips brushed against your neck, the kiss both soothing and provocative. “i saw you and wonho—very cozy, weren’t you?”

you tried to ignore the sting in his words, focusing instead on the soothing pressure of his kisses. “it’s all part of the performance,” you said, trying to keep your tone neutral. “you know it’s strictly business.”

his grip tightened slightly, his fingers splaying across your toned stomach. “strictly business? that’s what you call it?” he nuzzled closer, his breath warm against your neck. “you were practically in his arms. do you know how hard it is to watch someone else touch you like that?”

his words were a mix of jealousy and possessiveness, each comment a reminder of how much he cared—or how deeply his feelings were tangled with his frustrations. the contrast between his tender touches and bitter remarks was disorienting, making it difficult to decipher his true emotions.

“you know it’s not like that,” you said, trying to maintain a calm demeanor despite the rising tension. “we had to execute the routine as planned. it’s professional.”

his kisses grew more insistent, his lips tracing along your neck and shoulder. “professional,” he repeated, his voice dripping with disdain. “you were so close, it looked more personal than professional. i couldn’t stand seeing him touch you like that.”

his hands roamed over your sides, his touch both comforting and charged with an undercurrent of frustration. “i'm the one who’s supposed to have that intimacy with you,” he murmured. “not him. and here i am, watching you dance with someone else, knowing you’re his for those moments. it drives me insane.”

you could feel the warmth of his body pressed against yours, his emotions palpable in the way he held you. despite the sharpness of his words, there was a vulnerability in his touch, a hint of how deeply his feelings ran.

“it bothers you that much?” you asked softly, turning slightly to face him, though you kept your gaze on the mirror. “it’s part of the job, baby.” hoseok’s eyes met yours in the reflection, his expression a storm of emotions. “i can’t help it,” he admitted, his voice rough with frustration. “don't want anyone else around what's mine.”

his confession hung in the air, heavy with the weight of his emotions. you felt a pang of sympathy mixed with confusion. his possessiveness was clear, but so was his deep-seated affection. it was a complex, tumultuous blend that left you feeling conflicted. neither of you knew what to say, and not much else was left to say.

the lack of words was made up for almost instantly, as he finally found himself leaning in. he was pressed into your back, an arm snaked around your front as he brought his lips down onto yours. the intimacy of the moment was overwhelming, each touch and breath creating a charged atmosphere that was impossible to ignore. the silence was broken not by words but by the sudden, intense need that radiated from him.

the touch was gentle at first, a soft exploration that spoke volumes. but as the intensity of his emotions surged, the kiss deepened, becoming more fervent. his lips pressed against yours with a fervor that left no room for doubt about how much he cared. the kiss was all-consuming. hoseok's free hand slid up to cup your face, his fingers threading into your hair. he pulled you closer, his body molding against yours as if trying to erase any distance between you. the kiss was an urgent declaration, a way of communicating everything he couldn’t put into words.

your hands found their way to his shoulders, gripping him tightly as you responded to the kiss. the heat of the moment was undeniable, the intensity of his feelings mirrored in the way he kissed you. his touch was both demanding and reassuring, a testament to the depth of his emotions.

as the kiss continued, it became a battle of passion and need. your hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as if you could merge your very beings through this single point of contact. his arms tightened around you, lifting you slightly off the ground. the strength in his embrace was a stark contrast to the gentle caress of his thumb against your cheek. as your bodies melded together, you could feel the tension in the air thicken. the anticipation was unbearable, like the moment before a storm breaks. and just like that, the dam burst. his hands moved from your waist to the back of your neck, holding you in place as he deepened the kiss even further. his tongue danced with yours, a silent promise of what was to come. the scent of his cologne mixed with the faint smell of sweat and the lingering aroma of the floor cleaner, creating a heady concoction that was uniquely him.

he propped you against the mirror, his position behind you remaining. you gasped at the coldness of the glass, hands pressed into it as you caught a glimpse of him in the mirror—so desperate, so lust-driven. his hands moved with the same precision and control he had when he danced, but now they were driven by something primal. he unhooked your bra, letting it fall away from your body like a forgotten accessory. his eyes never left yours as he cupped your tits from behind, his thumbs teasing your hardened nipples.

you gasped, arching into his touch, and his smirk grew into a full-blown smile. he bent his head, taking one into his mouth, sucking gently at first, then harder, as if trying to claim you fully through this most intimate of gestures. you moaned, your hands threading through his hair, urging him on.

he pulled away, his eyes dark with lust. he slid your panties down your legs, revealing your most sensitive spot to the cool air of the studio. he knelt between your thighs, his breath hot against the flesh of your ass. his tongue traced a line from the base of your spine to the apex of your thighs, making you shiver with anticipation. He took his time, savoring every inch of you as if you were the sweetest treat he'd ever tasted. his mouth found your core as his hands gripped your ass, and his tongue began to work its magic, circling and flicking, driving you wild with need.

“he get to touch you like this, too?” he practically growled. you pressed your forehead into the glass as your mouth hung open, all you could do was moan. that quickly changed as he pulled away from your sticky cunt, hand flying against your ass as to punish you for your silence. “you better use your fucking words,” and you did.

“no, nobody,” you whimpered, legs quivering as his fingertips traced your folds, collecting the sticky substance that oozed down your thighs. “only you, hoseok.”

it was a good enough answer for him. while he pleasured you, he removed his own clothes, shedding them with the same urgency as he had yours. his muscles rippled in the spotlight, casting dramatic shadows across the studio walls. his eyes met yours in the mirror, the reflection revealing his own need, his own desire for you. he stood up, his arousal evident, and you reached for him, eager to return the favor. but he was already there, positioning himself at your entrance, his eyes never leaving yours in the mirror.

“gotta be gentle, hobi, you're too fucking big,” you nearly begged, and it wasn't far from the truth. you knew it the minute you caught a glimpse in the mirror, the minute you felt his sticky, swollen tip in between your lips. he was so fucking big, hard and desperate for you. the way you pleaded only made him harder, his dick pulsating with need.

he watched your face in the mirror, forehead sweaty with your puffy lip tucked between your lips. he needed you—it pissed him off, how good you looked. all that raced through his mind was how good you looked, and how he wasn't the only one who thought so. “i'll think about it,” he lied.

with one swift motion, he pushed his dick past your folds, and you both gasped in unison. the feeling of him inside you was overwhelming, the pressure and the heat making you feel like you might shatter at any moment. he began to move as your pussy clenched around him, his hips driving into yours in a rhythm that mirrored the beating of your hearts. the sound of your skin slapping together filled the room, punctuated by your moans and his grunts of pleasure. “too big, hobi,” you whined, earning a groan in response. your walls fluttered around him, milking his dick for all it had to offer as he drilled deeper into you.

his hand made its way past your tits, grabbing onto your throat as he continued pounding into you. his grip tightened as you moaned, fueling the fire with your eyes rolling into the back of your head. he watched it all, admiring your reflection—the way your tits bounced, the way his hand fit so fucking perfectly around your neck. “feel the rhythm, baby, come on,” he encouraged in your ear. “you can take it, be good for me.”

the mirror reflected your passionate embrace, allowing you to watch each other's expressions of ecstasy. hoseok's possessive gaze never wavered from yours, as if to remind you that in this moment, you were his and his alone. the dance studio had transformed into a place of raw, unbridled passion, and there was no room for anything else.

he was so close, you could tell by the way his free hand held onto your hip, biting into your ass as he used it to his advantage, filling your cunt up to the brim. “tell me where you want it, yeah?” he was eager, too eager, but so were you. you didn't know if it was the atmosphere, or the sheer love you felt, but something had possessed you right then and there. “inside,” you mewled, breathless as a string of moans followed. “inside my pussy, make me yours.”

your words had flipped a switch in him, and you both knew it. his hand released your throat, reaching for your hip as he pushed into your cunt harder than ever. each thrust grew more sloppy and desperate as the second passed, his tip caressing your most sensitive spot. he was close, and so were you.

the tension between you grew, a tight coil winding tighter with every thrust. your moans grew louder, echoing off the walls. hoseok's movements grew more erratic, his grip on your hips tightening. you could feel yourself approaching the edge, the world outside the studio forgotten. and as you reached the peak, your body went numb. you came with a loud moan, and he followed shortly after. he came just as loud, his cock twitching inside your sore cunt. you could feel the way his cum flooded you, thick ropes of seed filling you up to the brim.

for a second, he didn't pull out. he debated it. the warmth was comforting to him, as you had both turned the studio into something of your own. a different dance, a different art. he leaned in, slipping out of you as he did so, pressing a kiss to your shoulder, “i like this performance a whole lot better.”

✧.*

a/n: writing mean!hoseok is so weird ngl anyway take a shot every time i say palpable!!!

ghost of you (너의 유령) — park jimin (박지민)

✧.* 18+

grief was an ocean. at times, it was a gentle tide, a quiet reminder of loss that lapped at the edges of your consciousness. other times, it was a violent storm, crashing over you in relentless waves, threatening to pull you under. it was the silent ache in the stillness of the night and the bittersweet echo of memories that lingered in the corners of your mind. grief was a shadow that followed you, an ever-present companion that altered the way you perceived the world. it was the heavy weight in your chest, the tears that caught you off guard, and the hollow silence where laughter once resided. it was the empty spaces left behind, the words unsaid, and the dreams unfulfilled.

yet, within the sorrow, there was also a strange, melancholic beauty. it was found in the way you clinged to the past, in the memories that brought both joy and pain. it was in the moonlit nights where you found solace, feeling the presence of the one you lost, as if he was watching over you from the stars. grief was the testament to the love you shared, a love so profound that it continued to echo even in their absence.

you found yourself gazing at the night sky, your eyes drawn to the luminescent glow of the moon. you had always found the moon beautiful, a celestial body that held a quiet, enduring grace. its soft, silvery light had a way of soothing the turmoil within you, casting a serene glow over the world below. in its ethereal beauty, you found his beauty reflected. the moon became a mirror of his gentle soul, a constant in the ever-changing sky, just as he had been a constant in your life.

you often found yourself conversing with the moon, speaking into the vast expanse of the night as if he were still there, listening to every word. he wasn't, and he hadn't been for a very long time. you had grown up together, shared your childhood together, and explored the world together. when it happened, you had received the call in the middle of class. you were young, but old enough to understand what was happening. the car he was in had gone off the road, ultimately sealing his fate. the whole thing was impossible for you to grasp then, and it hadn't gotten easier as the years passed.

“jimin,” you would whisper, your voice barely more than a breath against the cool night air, “i miss you.” it was a simple truth, but it carried the weight of all the unspoken words and unresolved emotions you harbored. the moon became your confidant, the silent witness to your grief.

you poured out your heart, sharing your day, your thoughts, your dreams, and your fears. “do you remember,” you would ask, “how we used to dream about the future? how we would grow up and travel the world together?” the memories would wash over you, both sweet and painful, as you recalled the plans you had made with him, plans that were now mere fragments of a shattered future.

there were nights when you found solace in these one-sided conversations, imagining that he was somewhere out there, watching over you, listening with that same gentle smile that had always brought you comfort. you spoke of your pain, your longing, and the emptiness that his absence had carved into your heart. “it hurts so much without you,” you would confess, tears glistening in your eyes, reflecting the moon’s soft light. and in those moments, it felt as though the moon understood your grief, its light wrapping around you like a comforting embrace. you imagined his presence in the moon’s glow, a quiet reassurance that he was still with you in some way, a guardian spirit watching over you from the heavens. “are you happy up there?” you would ask, seeking solace in the thought that he had found peace, even as you struggled to find your own.

as you gazed at the moon, you would trace the memories of his face in its contours, his laughter in the twinkling of the stars, and his warmth in the night breeze that whispered through the trees. each night became a pilgrimage, a journey to reconnect with him through the celestial beauty that now held a piece of your heart.

on nights when the moon was hidden behind clouds, your disappointment was palpable. it felt as if a part of your connection to him was severed, leaving you adrift in a sea of darkness. you would lay in your bed, feeling the weight of his absence more acutely, the silence of the night pressing down on you like a physical burden. “why tonight?” you would wonder, “why can't i see you tonight?” yet, even in those moments, you held onto the belief that he was still out there, his spirit intertwined with the moon and stars. you spoke to the empty sky, your words a lifeline cast into the void, hoping that somehow, he could hear you. “i love you,” you would whisper, “i will always love you.”

each night, whether the moon was visible or not, you continued your conversations, finding a semblance of peace in the ritual. it was your way of keeping him close, of honoring his memory and the bond you shared. the moon became your sanctuary, a place where you could be vulnerable and open, where your grief could be both expressed and soothed.

you stood on your balcony, eyes fixed on the night sky, waiting for the moon to show. the cool breeze caressed your face, carrying with it the scents of the evening. usually, the moon’s glow would slowly emerge, comforting you with its familiar presence. tonight, however, was different. for the first time in forever, there were no clouds, but the sky was pitch black. not a single star flickered, and the moon was nowhere to be seen. it was as if the universe itself had turned off the lights, plunging you into a void.

your heart sank as you stood there, wrapped in the silence of the night. the absence of the moon felt like a cruel betrayal, a severance of the fragile connection you held onto with jimin. you whispered into the darkness, hoping for some response, but all that returned was the empty stillness. “why tonight?” you wondered aloud, your voice trembling. “why can’t i see you tonight?”

the disappointment was palpable, but exhaustion from the emotional turmoil eventually led you to bed. you lay there, the darkness pressing in from all sides, making it difficult to find solace. despite the comforting familiarity of your room, it felt cold and unwelcoming. the usual lull of sleep eluded you, but eventually, the weight of your grief pulled you into a restless slumber.

in the middle of the night, you woke abruptly, your eyes snapping open. something was wrong. panic surged through you as you realized you couldn’t move. your body was frozen, an invisible weight pressing down on your chest. you tried to call out, but no sound escaped your lips. you were experiencing sleep paralysis. the room around you was shrouded in darkness, and at first, there was nothing to see but the familiar shapes of your furniture, distorted and ominous in the shadows.

then, slowly, a figure began to materialize at the foot of your bed. your breath caught in your throat as you strained to see who it was. the darkness played tricks on your eyes, making it difficult to discern the details. the figure moved closer, its outline becoming clearer. your heart pounded in your chest as recognition dawned on you. it was him.

you couldn’t speak or move, but it didn’t stop the tears from streaming down your face. they traced cold, silent paths down your cheeks, pooling on your pillow. all you could do was watch as he stood there, a serene smile on his face. he didn’t move or speak, just smiled at you with that gentle, familiar expression that once brought you so much comfort.

minutes passed like hours as you lay there, locked in your own body, unable to reach out to him. you wanted to tell him how much you missed him, how much his absence had hollowed out your world. but you were trapped in silence, your emotions spilling out only through your tears. his presence, though comforting, was also a cruel reminder of what you had lost. his smile seemed to say everything you couldn’t, and yet it wasn’t enough. you wanted to hear his voice, feel his touch, but all you had was this ghostly apparition.

then, as suddenly as he had appeared, he was gone. the darkness closed in again, leaving you alone with your grief. the weight lifted from your chest, and you could move once more. you sat up, gasping for breath, your body trembling with the intensity of the experience. it took a while for you to regain your composure, your mind struggling to process what had just happened. you touched your cheeks, feeling the wetness of your tears, proof that it wasn’t just a dream.

once you finally did, you knew sleep would not come again that night. you got up and paced your room, trying to make sense of what you had seen. the image of his smile was etched into your mind, a haunting blend of comfort and sorrow. you opened the curtains, staring out into the pitch-black night, hoping for some sign, some explanation. but there was nothing, just the void where the moon should have been.

the following nights unfurled in a relentless, haunting cycle. the moon remained elusive, hidden behind a veil of darkness that seemed to mock your longing. each night, you stood on your balcony, peering into the abyss of the night sky, searching for the familiar glow. each time, you were met with disappointment, the absence of the moon a painful reminder of your loss.

with every night that passed, the grief felt more profound, as if the very darkness was a reflection of your sorrow. the lack of the moon made the nights seem even more oppressive, and you would retire to your bed with a heavy heart. sleep, when it came, was always disturbed. the familiar grip of sleep paralysis would seize you, rendering you helpless once more. you would lie there, motionless and silent, as the darkness of the room seemed to thicken and become more oppressive.

gradually, a figure would materialize in the shadowy void. at first, it would be indistinct, just a shape in the darkness. but as the nights progressed, the figure would come closer, its form more defined. Each night, jimin would appear a little nearer to you, his presence becoming more tangible. he never spoke or moved, only stood there, staring at you with that hauntingly serene smile. his eyes, though unseeing, seemed to pierce through you, conveying a silent message that you couldn’t quite grasp.

your heart would ache each night as you observed him, the silence between you laden with unspoken words. his smile was both comforting and tormenting, a reminder of the connection you once shared and the depth of your loss. the sight of him, each night closer than the last, was a poignant testament to your unending grief.

then, one night, you were surprised to see the moon. it was a sight that brought you unexpected relief. the moon, bright and full, hung in the sky like a beacon of hope amidst the darkness. you felt a rush of warmth and comfort as you gazed up at it, the familiar glow washing over you like a gentle embrace.

with renewed hope, you began to speak to the sky, explaining the events of the past few nights. “i’ve missed you,” you said, your voice trembling with emotion. “these nights have been so dark, so lonely. every time i close my eyes, you're there, closer and closer. i can’t bear it anymore.” the words spilled out of you, a mixture of relief and sorrow. “tonight, i hope you can hear me. i need to know if it’s going to be alright.”

feeling a sense of closure, you went to bed with a lighter heart. the night felt different, as if a burden had been lifted. when you woke the next morning, you were greeted by a sense of peace. there were no traces of sleep paralysis, no unsettling visits from jimin in the darkness. you moved through your morning routine with a cautious optimism, a small part of you hopeful that the cycle had finally broken.

you made your way to work, the morning air feeling crisp and invigorating. the day unfolded with a semblance of normalcy, and you almost felt as if you were regaining control over your life. your spirits were lifted, and you found yourself smiling for the first time in days.

as you waited to cross the street on your way to work, you spotted a familiar face in the crowd across from you. the sight of him made your heart skip a beat. for a moment, you were convinced it was him. he was standing there, looking out of place in the bustling crowd, his features hauntingly familiar. a shiver ran down your spine as you took a step forward, your instincts urging you to reach out to him. but before you could move, a bus approached, blocking your view. you watched in stunned silence as the bus passed by, and when it finally cleared, the man was gone. your heart pounded in your chest, a mix of hope and despair churning within you.

you stood there, frozen, trying to process what had just happened. the fleeting glimpse of someone who looked so much like him left you disoriented and aching with longing. you were left with the lingering question of whether it was truly him or just a trick of the mind, a cruel illusion born from your desperate yearning.

as the days passed, life seemed to settle back into a semblance of normalcy. the routine of your daily existence provided a fragile buffer against the waves of grief that had once overwhelmed you. you went through the motions of work and home life, attempting to regain a sense of normalcy, yet a lingering unease persisted.

it was during these days that you began to spot him in random places. the sightings were fleeting, almost imperceptible—a fleeting glimpse of a familiar face in a crowded street, a silhouette in a shop window, the echo of a laugh in a crowded café. each time, you were struck by a sudden rush of recognition, a feeling deep in your bones that it was him. but every time you turned around or reached out, the figure vanished, leaving only the empty space where he had been. the moments were brief, and yet they were enough to stir up a tempest of emotions within you.

you found yourself haunted by these apparitions, unable to reconcile them with the comforting reality you sought. each sighting left you yearning for more, your heart aching with the possibility that he might be closer than you dared to hope. yet, each time, the reassurance of his presence was snatched away, leaving you grappling with an unsettling mixture of hope and despair.

one night, as the moon reappeared in its familiar place in the sky, you stood on your balcony once more. the moon’s gentle glow illuminated the world below, casting long shadows and bathing everything in a silvery light. you felt a familiar comfort as you gazed up at it, and you began to speak to the moon, your voice carrying the weight of your recent experiences.

“i’ve seen you,” you whispered, your voice trembling. “in the most unexpected places, just for a moment. every time, it feels so real, but you're gone before i can reach you. it’s as if you're teasing me, reminding me of what i’ve lost.” you paused, the cool night air mingling with your breath. “it only makes me miss you more.”

with those words hanging in the air, you turned around, ready to head back inside and to bed. but as you did, your blood ran cold. standing right in front of you, illuminated by the moonlight, was him. it was as if he had materialized from the very night sky, his figure more solid than any previous apparition. your heart stopped in your chest as you took in the sight of him, the reality of his presence hitting you like a tidal wave.

he stood there, just a few feet away, his eyes meeting yours with that same gentle smile you had come to know so well. the moonlight danced on his features, making him appear both ethereal and incredibly real. the sight of him, so close and tangible, filled you with an overwhelming sense of disbelief. you reached out with trembling hands, convinced that you were dreaming, that this was a figment of your imagination. you pinched your arm hard, the sharp pain confirming that you were indeed awake. the sensation was all too real, and the presence before you was undeniable. you could feel the cool night air around him, the warmth of his gaze, the weight of the moment pressing down on you. he was truly there.

his presence, so close and so impossibly real, left you paralyzed. you could hardly believe your eyes, the sight of him filling you with a mix of joy and incredulity. as the seconds ticked by, you tried to process the moment, your mind racing to make sense of the impossible. then, to your utter astonishment, he spoke.

“have you missed me as much as you claimed to?” his voice was soft, carrying a warmth that you remembered so well. the sound of his voice broke the spell of disbelief, sending a flood of emotions crashing over you. your eyes welled up with tears, the dam breaking as you struggled to reconcile the reality of his words with the overwhelming grief that had consumed you for so long.

tears streamed down your face, a mix of relief, confusion, and heartbreak. you were convinced this had to be some cruel trick, a fleeting illusion born from your desperate longing. the notion seemed almost too fantastical to be true. but then, as if to dispel any doubts, he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around you. the warmth of his embrace, the solid reality of his form, was more than your frazzled mind could bear. “because i missed you even more,” he said, his voice breaking with emotion. the words resonated deep within you, the sincerity in his tone undeniable. yet, you could only stare at him, your heart aching with a mixture of relief and confusion.

“how?” you managed to ask through your tears, your voice barely more than a whisper. “how is this possible? how can you be here?”

he looked at you with a mixture of sadness and tenderness. “i don't know,” he began. “in the space between worlds, time doesn’t flow as it does on earth. the lunar phases, the cycles of the moon—they affect the way i can reach out to you.” he paused, searching for the right words. “the moon’s phases create windows, moments where the boundary between our worlds thins. during the new moon, when the sky is darkest, it's hardest for me to reach you. but as the moon waxes and wanes, those windows open and close.”

you listened, trying to grasp the concept, but the explanation felt both profound and surreal. the idea of lunar cycles dictating the connection between realms was something out of a dream, and it left you struggling to believe it was real. your thoughts spun, overwhelmed by the impossibility of it all. unable to hold back any longer, you crumpled onto the ground, your body shaking with the intensity of your emotions. he knelt beside you, his hands gently wiping the tears from your face. his touch was soothing, a balm to your wounded soul. the reality of his presence, however strange, began to pierce through your disbelief.

as your fear began to wane, the comforting presence of his embrace became a sanctuary. you felt his arms around you, holding you tightly, his heartbeat a steady rhythm against your own. the comfort of his touch, the solidity of his form, reassured you in a way that words could not. you both sobbed together, your tears mingling in the quiet of the night, the emotional release as raw and cathartic as it was painful. he held you close, his own tears flowing freely as he whispered into your ear. “i’m here,” he murmured. “i’m here because I couldn’t stand being apart any longer. i missed you more than words can say.”

in the cocoon of his embrace, you felt a profound sense of peace, a fragile haven amidst the storm of your emotions. the warmth of his body, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, and the soothing presence of his arms lulled you into a deep, exhausted sleep. it was a rest that felt both timeless and fleeting, as if you were cradled in a dream where reality and fantasy intertwined.

when you awoke, the world felt disorientingly empty. the absence of his warmth was the first thing you noticed, a stark contrast to the comforting embrace you had known only hours before. your eyes fluttered open, and the familiar sight of your room greeted you—a room that now seemed unnervingly mundane. panic surged through you as you scrambled to sit up, a torrent of thoughts racing through your mind. was it all just a dream? the hope that it had been real seemed to dissipate like morning fog.

your heart pounded as you called out his name, desperation seeping into your voice. “jimin, where are you?” the echoes of your own voice seemed to mock your fears, and tears began to stream down your face. the cruel possibility that the night’s events were nothing more than a vivid dream threatened to shatter your fragile sense of hope. in your frantic search, you stumbled out of bed, your movements clumsy with disorientation and anxiety. as you made your way through the house, the sense of loss and longing grew more intense. your steps felt heavy, each footfall a reminder of the emptiness that had returned.

then, as you approached the kitchen, a familiar aroma reached your senses—a rich, comforting scent that instantly grounded you. you pushed open the kitchen door, and there, against all odds, was jimin. he stood by the counter, a warm smile on his face, as he prepared two cups of coffee. the sight was so ordinary, so achingly real, that it took a moment for your mind to fully comprehend it. the relief that washed over you was overwhelming. the tears of despair were quickly replaced by tears of joy. without a second thought, you rushed into his arms, your emotions spilling over in a torrent of relief and gratitude. his arms encircled you once more, and you buried your face in his chest, taking solace in the reassuring presence that had reappeared in your life.

“i thought you were gone, again” you choked out between sobs. “i was so scared. i thought it was all just a dream.”

he held you tightly, his own emotions mirroring yours. “i’m here,” he whispered soothingly. “i’m not going anywhere. i promise.” you pulled back slightly, looking up at him with tear-streaked cheeks. “it felt so unreal when you left,” you confessed, your voice trembling. “everything seemed to lose its meaning. life was a blur of emptiness without you.”

his expression softened with empathy. He reached up and gently cupped your face, his thumb brushing away the last of your tears. “i understand,” he said quietly. “i know it was hard. but i’ve been waiting for the right time to come back to you. the cycles of the moon and the flow of time—they keep us apart, but they also guide us back to each other.” the weight of his words settled around you, providing a sense of understanding and reassurance. you were finally able to embrace the reality of his presence, the knowledge that he would be staying with you bringing a sense of peace that had been so elusive.

as you both sat down to enjoy the coffee he had prepared, the conversation flowed easily. you shared your thoughts, your fears, and your dreams, while jimin listened with unwavering attentiveness. the bond between you, though tested by time and distance, had proven resilient. the morning light filtered through the kitchen window, casting a warm glow over the two of you. the ordinary moment of sharing coffee felt deeply significant, a symbol of the normalcy and connection that had been restored. as you sipped your coffee and talked, the reality of his presence began to sink in, bringing with it a profound sense of relief and gratitude.

the next few days were a whirlwind of emotions and experiences, each moment with jimin feeling like a cherished gift you never wanted to take for granted. with each sunrise, you found yourself immersed in the joy of his presence, relishing in the simple pleasures of everyday life that had once felt distant and unattainable.

the next morning after his return, you and jimin decided to start the day with a visit to a local coffee shop. the crisp morning air was invigorating, a perfect contrast to the warmth of the café. as you walked side by side, the soft glow of the rising sun highlighted the familiar features of his, making everything feel wonderfully right. the café was a quaint, cozy spot with a comforting ambiance. the scent of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the faint aroma of pastries. you both ordered your favorite drinks—his a rich caramel latte, and yours a classic cappuccino. as you settled into a corner booth, the chatter of other patrons and the gentle clinking of cups created a backdrop of contentment.

over your steaming mugs, you talked about everything and nothing—about the latest news, your favorite memories, and the dreams you held for the future. the conversation flowed effortlessly, filled with laughter and the occasional shared silence that spoke volumes. you were acutely aware of the comfort in his presence, a soothing reminder of how deeply you had missed him.

the next day, you and him ventured out for a shopping trip. it was an ordinary activity, but with him by your side, it felt extraordinary. you wandered through bustling markets and chic boutiques, enjoying the vibrant colors and lively atmosphere. the excitement of choosing new items and trying them on was made even more delightful by his enthusiastic support and playful banter.

he picked out a few quirky accessories for you, teasing you about your fashion choices, while you returned the favor with playful critiques of his selections. the experience was filled with shared smiles and lighthearted moments. each new store was an adventure, each new purchase a symbol of your renewed connection.

for your third day together, you decided to catch a movie. the theater was a perfect escape, offering a darkened space where you could enjoy a film and the comfort of each other’s company. you chose a romantic comedy, its light-hearted plot providing a stark contrast to the deep emotions of the past days.

as you watched the film, his hand was a reassuring presence in yours, the warmth of his touch a constant reminder of his return. the shared experience of laughing at the same jokes and reacting to the scenes on screen felt both intimate and exhilarating. the night ended with a quiet stroll through the nearby park, where you talked about the film and enjoyed the peaceful surroundings.

the following day, you and him decided to spend some time at the beach. the ocean breeze was invigorating, and the sight of the vast, sparkling waters was a balm for your soul. you walked along the shore, the sand cool beneath your feet, and collected seashells, each one a small treasure of the day. he playfully challenged you to a sandcastle-building contest, his laughter ringing out as you both got more elaborate with your designs. the day was filled with the simple joy of being together, the rhythmic sound of the waves and the warmth of the sun providing a perfect backdrop. as the sun set, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, you both sat on the beach, watching the horizon in contented silence.

each evening, after the day’s activities, you and him would return home, where you spent quiet moments together. whether it was cooking dinner, watching shows, or simply lying on the couch, the evenings were marked by a deep sense of contentment. the routine of preparing a meal together or sharing stories from your day became precious rituals, symbols of your renewed connection.

as the world outside was cloaked in the soft, velvety darkness of night, you and jimin found yourselves in the comforting cocoon of your living room. the day's activities had given way to the serene calm of night, and you both were curled up together on the couch, the gentle hum of a late-night movie playing softly in the background. the flickering light from the television cast a warm glow, illuminating his face in a way that made the moment feel even more intimate.

as the movie played, your conversation drifted from lighthearted topics to deeper, more reflective ones. the easy flow of words and shared laughter created an atmosphere of closeness, a space where secrets could be shared and feelings laid bare. it was during one of these quiet, reflective moments that his demeanor shifted slightly, a serious note entering his voice that caught your attention.

“there’s something i’ve been meaning to tell you,” he began, his gaze fixed on the screen but his mind clearly elsewhere. his voice was softer, almost hesitant, as if he was weighing each word before he spoke it. you turned to face him, sensing the gravity in his tone, and gave him your full attention. “i’ve been holding this in for a long time,” he continued, his fingers lightly tracing patterns on the couch cushion between you. “and i need you to know that it’s been with me since we were kids.”

you looked at him with curiosity and a hint of apprehension. “what is it?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper, as if the very air between you might shatter if you spoke too loudly.

he took a deep breath, his eyes meeting yours with an intensity that made your heart race. “do you remember that wedding we had when we were in elementary school?” he asked, a nostalgic smile playing on his lips. the memory came flooding back—an innocent, playful ceremony where you and him had pretended to be married, dressed up in makeshift attire and exchanging vows in the school playground. it had been a simple, childlike affair, full of giggles and the sweetness of youthful innocence.

“yes,” you replied, a soft smile tugging at your own lips as you recalled the fond memory. “i remember it well.”

his expression grew more earnest. “i didn’t take it lightly, even then. to me, it wasn’t just a game. i loved you even back then, and that feeling only grew stronger as we grew up.” the revelation hit you with a profound impact, the weight of his words settling over you. the depth of his feelings, spanning from childhood to now, was a testament to something enduring and deep. your own heart swelled with emotion, as the truth of his confession resonated with your own hidden feelings.

“i didn’t know,” you stammered, your voice choked with a mix of surprise and overwhelming affection. “i’ve always had feelings for you too. even back then, i felt something special.” the honesty in your words seemed to break through any remaining barriers between you. Jimin’s face softened, a look of relief and joy crossing his features. without another word, he leaned in, his lips meeting yours in a gentle, tender kiss. the initial touch was soft and exploratory, filled with the sweetness of rediscovered love.

as the kiss deepened, the intensity of your emotions surged. jimin’s hands cupped your face, pulling you closer, while your own arms wrapped around his neck. the world around you seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you in this cocoon of affection. the kiss grew more heated, a passionate expression of the longing and love that had been building between you over the years. the warmth of his lips, the press of his body against yours, and the way his hands traced the contours of your back were electrifying. every touch, every movement spoke volumes of the love and desire you both felt. the kiss became a dance of shared emotions, a blend of tenderness and fervor that left you breathless.

“i’ve wanted this for so long,” he murmured, his voice husky with emotion. “to be with you like this, to finally be honest about how i feel.” you rested your forehead against his, your hands still entwined with his. “me too,” you whispered back, your voice trembling with a mix of joy and vulnerability. “i’ve missed you more than i could ever put into words.”

he continued, “i want to feel you, all of you.” his words were like a match to dry kindling, igniting the fire that had been smoldering within you all evening. you nodded, unable to form coherent words as he peeled your shirt off and tossed it aside. your skin was alive with anticipation as he leaned in, his hot breath tickling your neck before his mouth closed around the bare flesh of your tit. the sensation was too much, and you arched your back, silently begging for more. his teeth grazed your sensitive skin, sending a thrill through your body that made you gasp. he looked up, his eyes filled with a gentle fierceness that made your knees wobble. “you're so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice a warm caress against your flesh. “but i want to hear you say it.”

you swallowed hard, feeling a mix of shyness and arousal. “give it to me, i'm all yours.” his smile was pure sin as he slid his hand down your stomach and unbuttoned your jeans. “good,” he breathed, his voice husky with need. “that's exactly what i was hoping for.”

with trembling hands, you helped him push the fabric down over your hips, your panties following closely behind. the cool air of the room brushed against your heated skin, sending a shiver down your spine. he stepped back, his eyes raking over your exposed body, and you felt a heady sense of power knowing you had this effect on him. he reached out, his fingertips tracing the waistband of your underwear. “may i?” you nodded, your breath coming in shallow pants. “please.”

he hooked his thumbs into the delicate lace and pulled them down, letting them fall to the floor. he knelt before you, his eyes never leaving yours, and kissed the soft skin of your inner thigh. the sensation was so intense, you had to bite your lip to keep from crying out. he continued to kiss and nibble his way up, until he reached the apex of your legs. his breath was hot against your center, and you felt your legs start to quiver. “so wet for me,” he murmured, the words sending a fresh wave of heat through you.

without warning, his mouth closed over your clit, and you had to grab onto his shoulders to stay upright. his tongue flicked and teased, sending electric currents through your body. you could feel your orgasm building, the tension coiling tight in your belly. “jimin,” you moaned, your voice thick with desire. he looked up, his eyes dark with passion. “you taste so sweet,” he said, his voice muffled against your skin. “but i want more of you.”

standing, he reached for his own belt, his movements deft and sure. he pulled his pants and boxers down in one swift motion, revealing his erection. it was beautiful, and you couldn't help but stare. he chuckled, the sound low and deep in his chest. “need it that bad, huh?” you nodded, unable to find the words. he stepped closer, pressing himself against you, and you could feel the heat of his body, the pulse of his cock. he reached up, cradling your face in his hands. “i'm going to make you feel so good,” he promised, and you had no doubt he would.

the anticipation was unbearable, and you reached for him, pulling him closer. “now,” you demanded, your voice a desperate whisper. jimin leaned in, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was both tender and claiming. his hand slid between your legs, his fingers teasing your entrance. “i need to feel all of you,” he murmured against your mouth, and with one smooth thrust, he entered you. you gasped, the sensation of him filling you up making you feel complete in a way you never had before.

the sex was raw and unfiltered, the kind of passionate, messy love-making that left no room for doubt or regret. he whispered dirty words into your ear, his hips pumping into you in a rhythm that made your toes curl. you wrapped your legs around him, pulling him deeper, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the room. you felt his hand on your tit again, squeezing and playing with the nipple, sending bolts of pleasure straight to your core. you raked your nails down his back, the slight sting of pain mixing with the overwhelming pleasure. he groaned, his thrusts becoming more erratic.

as you approached the peak of your climax, he pulled out of your mouth and whispered, “cum for me.” and with that, you did, your body convulsing around him as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over you. he followed shortly after, his body shuddering as he emptied himself inside you.

for a moment, you lay there, tangled together, breathing heavily. then he leaned down, kissing you softly. “i love you,” he murmured, his voice filled with a tenderness that made your heart swell. you wrapped your arms around him, feeling the warmth of his body, the stickiness of your combined releases, and the utter contentment that came from being fully claimed by the person you adored. “i love you too,” you whispered back, and in that moment, you knew that nothing else mattered.

the morning light filtered softly through the curtains, casting a gentle glow across the room. you awoke nestled in the warmth of jimin's embrace, his steady breathing and the soft rise and fall of his chest creating a cocoon of comfort around you. for a moment, you allowed yourself to savor the tranquility of the morning, the sweetness of being in his presence making the world outside feel distant and unimportant.

as you stretched and began to come fully awake, the sudden, insistent ringing of the doorbell pierced the calm. the sound jolted you from your peaceful state, and you carefully extricated yourself from jimin's embrace, mindful not to disturb him. the morning was supposed to be a continuation of the serenity from the night before, but the unexpected visitor threatened to disrupt that harmony.

you pulled on a robe and padded to the door, your mind still foggy from sleep. the sound of the doorbell echoed in your head as you reached the entrance, and when you opened it, your heart sank.

standing on the doorstep was your ex. his sudden appearance was a jarring shock, his presence a stark contrast to the warmth and affection you had just experienced with jimin. your blood ran cold, and your face grew pale as the reality of the situation set in. the familiarity of jungkook's face, once a source of comfort, now felt like an intrusion into the newfound peace you were trying to build.

his expression was calm, but there was a hint of concern in his eyes. “i just wanted to check up on you,” he said, his tone measured. “make sure everything is alright.” you took a deep breath, trying to steady your racing heart. “everything is fine,” you replied, your voice firm but strained. you made an attempt to close the door, hoping to end the awkward encounter quickly.

but his hand shot out, stopping the door from closing. “are you sure?” he pressed, his gaze unwavering. “have you been taking your insomnia pills?” the question took you aback, a wave of frustration washing over you. you hadn’t been taking the pills for a while, but the reminder felt intrusive, especially now. “it’s none of your business,” you snapped, the edge in your voice betraying the annoyance and stress of the situation.

his demeanor remained calm, but his eyes held a shadow of something more serious. “you should really take them,” he said, his voice taking on a more serious tone. “remember what happened the last time you didn’t.” the vague reference to past events only heightened your irritation, and you clenched your fists, struggling to maintain your composure. “i’ll handle it,” you said tersely. “you don’t need to worry about me.”

he gave a short nod, his expression softening slightly, though his concern remained evident. “alright,” he said. “just remember to take care of yourself.” with that, he turned and walked away, leaving you standing at the door, feeling a mix of anger and unease. you watched him retreat down the walkway until he disappeared from view, the unsettling encounter leaving you with a lingering sense of discomfort.

as the morning light grew stronger, jimin stirred beside you, slowly waking up. he stretched and yawned, blinking sleepily as he met your gaze. his eyes softened with affection as he took in the sight of you, and he reached out to brush a strand of hair away from your face. “good morning,” he murmured, his voice still thick with sleep. “what’s wrong?”

you took a deep breath, trying to push away the remnants of the unsettling encounter with jungkook. “there was a surprise visitor this morning,” you began, your voice steady but tinged with the tension you still felt. “it was jungkook.” jimin’s expression shifted to one of concern and curiosity. “jungkook? your ex?”

you nodded, sitting down at the edge of the bed. “yeah, he showed up out of the blue, said he just wanted to check up on me. it was really unexpected and, to be honest, kind of intrusive. he asked if i'd been taking my pills, which i haven’t been.”

his brow furrowed slightly. “that’s strange. why is he still involved in your life like that?” you sighed, feeling the weight of the past pressing on you. “our relationship got pretty toxic quickly. i ended it because it was unhealthy for both of us. i thought i'd put that part of my life behind me.”

jimin reached out, placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder. “i’m sorry you had to deal with that. but you’re here now, and everything will be okay. i promise.” the warmth of his words helped ease some of the lingering tension, and you felt a bit of the heaviness lift from your shoulders. T

the morning continued with a sense of normalcy as you both prepared breakfast together. the kitchen was filled with the comforting aroma of coffee and the sounds of clinking utensils, a gentle reminder of the simple joys you shared.

after breakfast, you decided to spend the day outdoors, choosing to visit a nearby park. the sun was shining, and the day promised to be beautiful. as you arrived at the park, jimin’s playful nature immediately came to the forefront. he seemed to relish the chance to be carefree, darting toward the swings with a childlike enthusiasm. you watched, smiling as he took to the swings, his laughter ringing out as he soared higher and higher. the sight of him, so unburdened and joyous, was a balm for the worries of the morning. for a while, it was just the two of you, surrounded by the serene beauty of the park and the soft rustle of leaves in the breeze.

however, the moment of carefree joy was interrupted when jimin, attempting a particularly daring swing, lost his balance and fell to the ground. the sound of his fall and the thud of his landing made your heart leap into your throat. you rushed over to him, panic rising as you saw him lying on the grass. you knelt beside him, your hands trembling as you checked his leg. Given the way he had fallen, you expected to see prominent bleeding or bruising. Instead, his leg seemed completely unharmed. there was no sign of injury, no blood, nothing.

jimin looked up at you with a reassuring smile. “hey, don’t worry. i'm fine,” he said, his tone calm despite the fall. “one of the effects of the lunar phases is that i'm more resistant to pain. i’ve always been able to recover quickly.” the explanation did little to ease your worry. the idea that the phases of the moon could have such an effect on him seemed surreal, almost otherworldly. you wanted to question him further, to understand more about what he meant, but you held back, sensing that it might only add to your unease.

instead, you helped him to his feet, still concerned but trying to mask your anxiety. “are you sure you’re okay?” you asked, your voice filled with worry. he nodded, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. “i’m fine, really. don’t let it worry you. we can still enjoy the day.” reluctantly, you allowed yourself to relax a bit, though the encounter had left you with lingering questions. you decided to push your concerns aside for the moment, focusing instead on making the most of the rest of the day. as you continued to explore the park together, you tried to immerse yourself in the joy of hus presence, allowing the warmth of his company to overshadow the troubling thoughts that still lingered in the back of your mind.

as the evening settled in, you and jimin found yourselves on the balcony, wrapped in the gentle embrace of the night. the sky was a canvas of deep blues and scattered stars, yet the moon remained conspicuously absent. you leaned against the railing, the cool breeze brushing against your face, and glanced over at him, who stood beside you with an easy smile.

you couldn’t shake the question that had been gnawing at you for days. “jimin,” you began, your voice soft and tinged with curiosity, “why has the moon been gone ever since you came back? i thought it was supposed to be a constant presence.” he turned to you, his smile growing as he looked up at the star-speckled sky. “would you rather talk to the moon or talk to me?” he asked, his tone light and playful.

the question took you by surprise, and you turned to him, searching his face for an answer. his eyes sparkled with a mixture of mischief and tenderness, and you couldn’t help but smile at his response. “i think i’d rather talk to you,” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.

his expression softened as he took your hand in his, his gaze steady and warm. “i heard every word you’ve spoken since the day i passed,” he said gently. “every word, every tear, every moment of sorrow. i’ve been watching over you all this time, even when you couldn’t see me. i was there, always.”

the weight of his words settled over you like a heavy blanket, and tears began to well up in your eyes. the thought that he had been with you all along, silently listening and keeping watch, was both comforting and heartbreaking. you felt a rush of emotions, a mixture of relief and sadness, as the reality of his presence sank in. he noticed the tears that escaped down your cheeks and gently wiped them away with his thumb. “please don’t cry,” he said softly. “i’m here now, and I’m not going anywhere.”

with his reassurance, you felt a wave of calm wash over you. jimin helped you back inside, guiding you gently toward the bed. His touch was tender and reassuring, his presence a comforting balm to the lingering doubts and fears. as you settled beneath the covers, he began to sing softly, his voice carrying the melody of the song you had created together as children. the familiar tune, filled with childhood memories and shared dreams, wrapped around you like a warm embrace. the melody was soothing, its gentle rhythms lulling you into a state of peaceful relaxation.

you snuggled closer to him, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest as you listened to his voice. the song’s lyrics, full of innocence and love, resonated deeply within you, evoking memories of simpler times. the combination of his soothing voice and his comforting embrace created a cocoon of safety and warmth. as the song drew to a close, you felt your eyelids growing heavy. his presence, the song, and the comfort of his embrace created the perfect setting for sleep to come gently. you allowed yourself to drift off, lulled by the harmonious blend of past and present, his gentle singing guiding you into the realm of dreams.

in the quiet of the night, as you fell asleep nestled in his arms, you found solace in the knowledge that he was there with you, that his love and presence were a constant source of strength. the moon may have been absent, but you had him, and that was more than enough. the world outside faded away as you succumbed to the peaceful embrace of sleep, content in the comfort of his arms.

the morning sun filtered softly through the curtains, waking you from a restful sleep. you stirred, stretching and reaching out for jimin, but the space beside you was empty. for a moment, you assumed he had simply woken before you, perhaps eager to explore or enjoy the day after having been away for so long. you rolled out of bed, feeling a mix of anticipation and curiosity about what he might be doing.

the house was quiet, and the usual sounds of morning activity were absent. you went about your day, preparing breakfast and tidying up, holding onto the hope that he would return soon. as hours passed, your expectation turned into mild concern. you tried calling out for him, wandering through the house and checking every room, but there was no sign of him.

by the time evening approached, the absence of jimin began to weigh heavily on you. you tried to stay calm, convincing yourself that he was simply caught up in some new experience or had been delayed. but as darkness settled and the familiar rhythm of the day gave way to the night, your sense of unease grew stronger.

with the onset of night, you decided to check the area around your house. you slipped on a coat and went out to the balcony, scanning the surroundings. the street below was eerily quiet and bathed in shadows. the usual hustle and bustle of the neighborhood seemed to have receded, leaving behind an unsettling silence. the sky above was a deep, impenetrable black, save for the full moon that hung like a solitary beacon. its light cast an ethereal glow over the landscape, starkly contrasting the darkness around it. as you looked up at the moon, something clicked in your mind. the realization hit you with a sudden, painful clarity. the full moon, so bright and so present, was the same moon that had been absent on the nights when jimin appeared.

tears began to well up in your eyes, and the gravity of the situation finally sank in. his presence had always been tied to the lunar phases, and the full moon now felt like a cruel reminder of his departure. you had been holding on to hope, clinging to the belief that he would return, but the moon’s presence now seemed to signify the end of his visit. the tears that had been held back finally flowed freely. you felt a wave of grief and despair wash over you, the loss and confusion merging into an overwhelming tide of emotion. you leaned against the railing, letting the tears fall unchecked, the moon’s light casting a cold, distant glow on your face.

the night air was cool against your skin, but you hardly noticed. the beauty of the moon seemed to mock your anguish, a stark reminder of what had been and what was now irrevocably lost. your heart ached with the realization that jimin’s return, however magical and comforting, was transient—a beautiful illusion bound by the lunar phases.

as you stood there, lost in your sorrow, you could only hope that somewhere, jimin was watching over you once more, his presence a distant but comforting memory. the full moon remained a constant in the sky, and you were left to grapple with the void that his absence had created. the night continued on, the moon’s light a silent witness to your grief, and you were left to navigate the emptiness that followed.

“i told you,” you didn't even have to turn around to know whose voice it was. the condescending, controlling tone you were so used to, it was more than enough for you to grasp onto what little was left of reality. “you should've been taking your pills.”

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a/n: this one was short ngl i'm stumped!! i had a different idea for jimin's story but it's one of those days where i'm missing jonghyun so the idea just kinda came to me