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My masterlist.
Updated. Nov 19, 2023.
[ key. ❃ ⇾ fluff; ☁ ⇾ angst; ☆ ⇾ smut ]
☾ kim namjoon.
☾ kim seokjin.
☾ min yoongi.
☾ jung hoseok.
☾ park jimin.
☾ kim taehyung.
☾ jeon jungkook.
“i want you to be your night baby, you could be your night. so that this night can be honest with you” ― happy birthday jimin!
lyric translation cr. doolsetbangtan
My Valentine
♡ pairing: Jimin x Reader
♡ genre: Friends to Lovers au!/Fluff
♡ summary: Y/n loves Valentine’s Day, Jimin will make it a special one.
♡ wc: 4.1k
♡ warnings: slight mention of a mommy kink in passing, little cursing, some sexual thoughts.
♡ date: February 1, 2019
“I can’t believe he broke up with me,” you whine to your best friend, Ali, as you clutch the strap of your backpack tighter. Your feet hitting the concrete sidewalk hard as you stomp along beside your friend on your way to class.
The sun is out and shining proudly, the morning dew still collected on the green grass. The bright color courtesy of the rainfall from the past few days. That, however, wasn’t enough to put you in a good mood, seeing as you had just gotten dumped days before Valentine’s Day.
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cherry flavored - pjm | m
“ i can be your sugar when you’re fiendin’ for that sweet spot. put me in your mouth, baby, and eat it ‘til your teeth rot “ - cherry , doja cat
♡ summary- when a secret admirer begins to leave messages and treats on your desk at work, your mind runs wild with 'who-dun-it’s. you’ll stop at nothing to determine the identity.
♡ rating- explicit/18+/nsfw
♡ pairing- park jimin x reader
♡ word count- 10.7k
♡ genre- fluff, smut, comedy
♡ warnings- mutual pining, idiots to lovers, friends to lovers, secret admirer au, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex (u know not to do this), cum play, dirty talk, praise kink, jimin overuses sweet little phrases a lot, slight daddy kink, orgasm denial, the most praise of all time, jimin being a tease, strip tease, fingering, masturbation, voyeurism, the Council of Ladies being smart, oc being dumb, nurturing, cum eating, no coherent passage of time because i made valentines day a friday instead of sunday this year DEAL WITH IT I CREATE TIME. ITS A CONSTRUCT, man i think thats it
♡ a/n- hello its here! so grateful for you all being patient as I struggled to get this written AND work AND go to school lolol. im so happy its up and im excited for you all to read this. ngl the smut really fucked me up (in a good way LMAO) so i can’t wait to hear ur thots. thank you to @xjoonchildx @ladyartemesia @untaemedqueen for their incredible cameos and for being my hype. thank you to @hobi-gif and @kimtaehyunq for their incredible beta and editing skills. i love you all so much!
this has been a collab for Be My Bangtanvine with @kimtaehyunq @ughseoks @jinned @baepsaesbae @joontopia @feliix
February starts with a bang.
Or, more aptly, a rose and some sweets.
It’s lying on your desk on the first morning of February, innocuous and unassuming in its spot on top of your keyboard.
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Park Jimin Masterlist
A Night Out Ft. Namjoon and Jungkook
Summary: The boys are celebrating being back home in a nightclub. Namjoon is excited to see his best friend/baby girl Y/N, only for Jimin and Jungkook to get their hands on her first.
↳ A Day Out
The Roommate Ft. Jungkook & Taehyung Ch. 2 Ch. 3 Ch. 4 Ch. 5 Ch. 6 Ch.7 Ch. 7.5 Ch.8 Ch. 9 Ch. 10 Epilogue ✓
Summary: Y/n is desperate to find a place to live in her city when her best friend, Jimin, suggests she moves in with his friend Jungkook.
↳ Deleted Scenes: Ch. 9 Ch. 10
↳ Life Goes On…
A Christmas Date
Summary: Y/n has never been a fan of surprises, so when Christmas Eve comes around, she’s dreading Jimin’s surprise.
My Valentine
Summary: Y/n loves Valentine’s Day, Jimin will make it a special one.
Addicted to Your Touch Ft. Taehyung
Summary: Y/n asks for a special Valentine’s Day. Her boyfriends, Jimin and Taehyung, make sure to deliver.
Addicted to Your Touch (Drabble)
Midnight Pack
Summary: Jimin finally finds his mate. Too bad she doesn’t want him.
Between Us Ft. Jungkook
Summary: Jungkook gets caught being naughty at practice, which leads to Jimin joining in on the fun.
Lucky You
Summary: You spend a night in with your boyfriend. He admires the artwork he’s made on your body; you admire him.
Park Studios
Summary: Your dance instructor has the heart of everyone in his class… you included.
Secret SMAU [Ongoing]
Summary: Jimin thinks he can keep his genuine feelings for his sugar baby a secret, but his nosy friends may get him to admit them to himself… and you!
Bound
Summary: There’s nothing quite as sweet as your boyfriends bound together.
Turn to Stone
Summary: Childhood best friend turned boyfriend has only wanted one thing in his life, to be able to look you in the eyes without the risk of turning you into stone. The last (and only) time it occurred, it was nearly fatal for you but with your anniversary coming up, he’s willing to give it another go.
↳ The Enchanted Stone
Ho-Ho-Home
Summary: Golden neighbor extraordinaire, Park Jimin, is (unintentionally) stealing your spotlight this holiday season. Despite your one sided rivalry with him, all Jimin wants is for you to remember him, to remember your past and hopefully create a future with you.
Cherry
Summary: A night out with coworkers ends with you on your knees for Jimin.
↳ Melt In Your Mouth
Vibe, baby
Summary: you know we’ve got that vibe, baby
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Masterlist
Kim Seokjin (Jin) Masterlist
Min Yoongi (Suga) Masterlist
Jung Hoseok (J-Hope) Masterlist
Kim Namjoon (RM) Masterlist
Park Jimin Masterlist
Kim Taehyung (V) Masterlist
Jeon Jungkook Masterlist
Let Me Hold Them
Getaway
Halloween Nights
Butterfly Tattoo Studio
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m.list ; reading list (contd) part 2.
Updated. Dec 6, 2023.
↬𝐁𝐘 𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐇.
drabble .
one shot .
miniseries .
series .
↬𝐁𝐘 𝐀𝐔’𝐒.
accidental kiss au .
android au .
angel au .
architect au .
author au .
bodyguard au .
break up au .
caretaker/guardian au .
coffee shop au .
commoner au .
deaf au .
demon au .
drunken confessions au .
drunken kiss au .
fake dating au .
florist au .
fake marriage au .
hanahaki au .
high school au .
infidelity au .
misunderstandings au .
meet cute au .
office au .
owner au .
pregnancy au .
robot au .
star—crossed lovers au .
stripper au .
teleportation au .
trapped together au .
virgin au .
wedding au .
wedding night au .
workplace au .
youtuber au .
↬𝐁𝐘 𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐒.
↠ 𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆
accidental pregnancy .
age gap .
blind date .
body heat .
fatal attraction .
first love .
forced proximity .
long distance .
love triangle .
love potion .
marriage of convenience .
match maker .
opposites attract .
paranormal romance .
partners in crime .
revenge .
toxic relationship .
tsundere .
yandere .
↠ 𝒑𝒍𝒐𝒕
amnesia .
apocalypse .
bet .
betrayal .
body swap .
cursed .
dystopian .
fairytale .
mistaken identity .
pregnancy .
rags to riches .
redemption .
stranded .
time travel .
villian wins .
↬𝐁𝐘 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄.
first time .
historical .
medieval .
slice of life .
victorian .
Thankyou for reblogging & liking this post.
The angst in this series is just so good, it hurts my heart, this is so good, it had to be reblogged. I’m so appreciative of the author for writing this story, i don’t know what she was going through when she started writing stories for us, thankyou, and may you rest in peace. Thankyou for all the love you gave us, i’m sure, wherever you are, you are happy.
Girl Back Home (Jimin x You x Jungkook) // Chapter 8
A/N : And also, I’m trying a new thing here. if anyone here like my stories and want to give some support, why not buy me a coffee? ☕💜
MASTERLIST
“Who are you?”
The girl lets out a long sinister laugh.
“Me? I’m your guardian angel Hara. I’m going to help you get you precious Jiminie back,” she lets out another evil laugh and walks towards Hara with confidence, sitting in the chair opppsite her, crossing her legs.
“H-how do you know me? And why do you want to help me?”
“Tsk,” the girl crosses her arms and smirks. “How hurtful it is that you dont know me. We are going to be sisters after this and you dont know who I am?”
“Sisters?”
“Urgh you are really oblivious arent you?” The girl rolled her eyes. “I’m Chae Rin, Jungkookie’s girlfriend. Dont you read the papers? And we are going to be sisters after you marry Jimin and I will surely marry Kookie,” she smiles. Jungkook’s girlfriend? Hara cracked her brain to try and remembers. Isnt Y/N Jungkook’s girlfriend? She take a good hard look at Chae Rin’s face and something familiar starts to popped up in her mind. Right, the recent news said Jungkook and Y/N has broken up and this girl right here is his new girlfriend.
“Chae Rin?” Hara lets out a wide smile and puts out her hand for a friendly handshake. “I look forward to being sisters with you then,” she giggles. With this girl’s help,Hara is sure she can keep Y/N away from both Jimin and Jungkook. What does those two sees in a country girl like that is above her. They have two beautiful idol right here and they are still chasing after that country bumpkin Y/N. Something must be really wrong with those two. But no worries, Chae Rin and her will make them see again.
“So I’m guessing you want that bitch away from your fiancee as much as I want her away from my Kookie am I right?” Chae Rin leans forward in her chair.
“Yes of course. Jimin just broke off our engagement because of her! There is no way in hell I’m going to let her steal Jimin from me! Jimin is mine and mine alone!” Hara shrieked, making Chae Rin laugh.
“Chill out. I know how you feel,”
“But wait. Didnt Kookie and her broke up? You are his new girlfriend now arent you? Then what is your issue ?”
“He might have broken up with her, but I can tell Kookie is still pining over her. I need to get rid of her once and for all. To get her as far away as I can from Kookie,” Hara nodded at her explanation but something is bothering her. How? How are ywo girls with a packed schedule and high profile image is going to do it?
“But how Chae Rin? Do you have a plan?” Hara is curious.
“Not yet. But I have someone who can help us,” she grins.
“Help us? Who? Should we really involve more people in this?”
“Oh dont worry. He is the one who suggested this partnership to me. And ask me to reached out for you,” Chae Rin play with her nails cockily. “And you know him quite well too,”
“Know him?” Hara looks puzzled and confused. Who would volunteerily help them? And why? “Who? Who is he? And when can I meet this person?”
“Right now,” Chae Rin lets out another evil grin and the door open once again, a man standing there, smiling.
“Hello Hara,”
“Y-you?”
/////
Jungkook pulled his hat low as he leans behind the tree. He feels like a damn stalker. Come to think of it, he is a stalker. Thats is exactly what he is doing, stalking Y/N.
After he accidentally heard Jimin’s confession to Taehyung the other day about how nothing happened between him and Y/N, so many things starts to run in his mind. He realized what a huge mistake he made for jumping to conclusion and dissing Y/N just like that. Without even hearing any explanation from her he broke up with her, living her with no money, no help and no choice, all helpless on her own to go back home all the way to Busan. He even dared to showed off Chae Rin in front of her when she is obviously just a random idol he flirted with to pissed Y/N off. The boys even told him that Y/N sold all her things in order to find enough money to go back home and it kills him inside to know how much damaged he has done to her. Jungkook should have just left her alone. Happy and peaceful back at home, away from all this drama. If he did, Jimin wouldnt see her again and would have just ask for a divorce through their lawyers and if they are really fated together, Jungkook is sure they will still meet one way or another. And even if they didnt,at least Jungkook wouldnt know what being in love with and thats better than falling in love with her and all this shit happened.
Without anyone knowing, Jungkook has been secretly buying back everything that Y/N sold. Even if she hates him for the rest of eternity, the least he can do is to return back everything she has ever own. Things that are precious to her. Jungkook knows chances to be with Y/N again is slim to never, but he can atleast try to make her happy from afar.
Jungkook sighed as he leans into the tree. He has been coming back home to Busan without anyone, especially Jimin, knowing in his free time, to spy on Y/N. He wanted so much to talk to her, but he cant. Y/N slammed the door right at his face when he tried the first time after he heard Jimin’s and Taehyung’s conversation the other day and he never tried again ever since. Instead, he follows her around like a coward all day. If Y/N really wants nothing to do with him, the least he can do is to follow her to soothe down the feeling of missing her. Atleast until he figures out his next move to win her again.
/////
Hara looks at the man, the last person she would have ever imagined to help her get rid of Y/N.
“You looked surprised Hara. Didnt expect to see me I presumed?” he chuckles and take a seat besides Chae Rin.
“Y-yeah. I didnt expect this at all…” Hara avoided his eyes and takes a deep breath before looking at him again. "Is this real? Are you really going to help us get rid of Y/N?“
“Yes of course,” he laughs. “Why else would I be here?”
“I-I dont know. I have so many questions. I’m just confused,” she fiddled with her fingers.
“Then ask me what you want to know,”
“Why are you helping me? Helping us, I mean?” She looks at Chae Rin. “I mean… isnt Jimin and Jungkook your close friend? Your brother? If they really do love Y/N like they claimed they do,wouldnt it hurt them if you get rid of Y/N? Why would you want to get rid of Y/N then?”
The man laugh at her question, looking at her and smirks.
“I can sense that you have a lot of doubt Hara. Are you sure you are willing to see Jimin get hurt when we get rid of Y/N?”
“I-I dont want to see him hurt. I really love Jimin..” she looks down for a moment before lifting her eyes up again. “But I cant lose him. I will die if I lose him. Jimin is my life. I cant imagine my world without him,”
“Tsk, this is why love is stupid,” the man laugh. “I am never one to believe in this feeling call love. I know for sure that emotions only give us problems. But those two idiots went ahead and fall in love anyway,”
“If you are not doing it for their happiness… or for love… why are you here? Helping us?” Hara starts to doubt the whole thing even more. She really doesnt want to hurt Jimin. She really sincerely loves him. She wants to get out of this deal with the minimum amount of hurt for Jimin.
“Oh Hara. Dont get me wrong. I am not doing this for your precious love for Jimin. Or for this gold digger over here,” he points to Chae Rin who just laughs.
“Hey, Jungkook is also very hot and amazing in bed,” she laughs.
“Whateter,” the man rolls his eyes. “I’m doing this because I care. I care about both Jimin and Jungkook. You are right, they are like brothers to me and that is exactly the reason why I’m doing this,”
“What do you mean?”
“Y/N is breaking our brotherhood, the band and the bond we have apart. And I cant have that. Jimin was happy with you, and Im sure he will be happy again. And Jungkook.. well, he was fine without Y/N in his life before and he will be fine again. Afterall, Chae Rin over here can help him lick his wound,” he laughs. “So believe me Hara when I said I will help. Because I’m being honest here. Its not because of you or her, its for my own selfish reason. I want my brotherhood to be intact again,”
Hara kept quiet as she digest everything that the man just said. Everything makes more sense now. She cant believe it if he said hes helping because he wants her and Jimin to be together, but now that he admits his own selfish reason, Hara knows what he said is true. There is no reason to doubt him anymore.
“Okay. I’m in,”
“Thats good to hear,” he leans back in his chair.
“So… whats the plan? Do we already have one?”
“Well, I have one. And its a good one too,” he smirks. “And I need you two to pay Y/N a visit to deliver this little news to her,”
/////
“Jimin, if thats you, go away! I changed the locks and I told you to not come here anymore!” Y/N yells out as she makes her way to the door after the excessive knocking didnt stop for a full 15 minutes. Sighing and huffing, sure that its Jimin outside, Y/N swing open the door in exhaustion, ready to give him a piece of her mind. But to her surprise, standing in front of her are two very beautiful woman, woman she recognizes and unfortunately not from a happy occasion.
“H-Hara? A-and I’m sorry I dont know your name but you are Jungkook-ssi’s girlfriend right? We met that day at the lobby,” she gave a tiny smile and bows.
“Oh wow, so sweet and polite,” Chae Rin rolls her eyes and turn to Hara. “No wonder your fiancee is in love with her,” she smirks and pushed her way inside the house, pushing Y/N to the side along the way. Hara gave Y/N a tight smile and bows back and follows Chae Rin in. Yes, she hates Y/N for stealing Jimin from her, but theres just something in her eyes that feels wrong. Its as if Y/N is deeply hurt and in pain and is just exhausted.
Y/N follows the two who already make themselves comfortable in her small living room.
“Uh… do you want some tea? I-I can go and make some,”
“No. Its fine. Just sit,” Chae Rin points a finger to Y/N and the empty chair opposite of them, and Y/N follows nervously. What are these two doing here? Why cant anyone and anything to do with Jimin and Jungkook just leave her alone?
“I’m pretty sure you know why we are here?” Chae Rin starts off.
“N-no. Not really no. But I’m guessing its something to do with Jimin and Jungkook?”
“What a smart girl she is Hara!” Chae Rin laughs sarcastically and clapped her hands and Hara just glare at her. “Why are you glaring at me for? Shes the one who stole your fiancee!”
“Shut up!” Hara sneered.
“Anyway,” Chae Rin roll her eyes at Hara’s remark. “You are right. We are here because of Jimin and Jungkook. As you already know, this beautiful lady here is Hara, Jimin’s fiancee,” she enunciate the words fiancee, just in case Y/N didnt get it. “And I am Chae Rin, Jungkook’s girlfriend. Hopefully, soon to be fiancee and wife too,” she smiles.
Y/N swallowed the bitter taste in her mouth. Just a few weeks ago Jungkook was declaring his undying love for her and now he is going to marry this girl. Its true Jungkook hurts her, but Y/N cant deny that she still loves him. He loves him very much and Chae Rin’s remarks are hurting her so much.
“O-okay…”
“And we are here to tell you to leave our man alone,”
“Leave them alone?” Y/N’s brows furrowed. “But Hara, Chae Rin, I dont have anything going with them anymore. Nothing,” Y/N’s innocent wide eyes fuel the anger in Hara. How dare she denies it when she already heard the truth from Jimin’s own mouth!
“Oh yeah? Then why the hell did Jimin broke off our engagement after he came back from spending weeks in Busan?! And dont even lie to me. I know for a fact that hes here with you and he even told me himself the reason is because he is in love with you, you shameless bitch!” Hara growls.
“I-I,” Y/N was taken aback by Hara’s outburst. Jimin broke their engagement off? This is news to her. She didnt know. She really didnt. She also didnt want anything to do with Jimin anymore. “Hara I didnt know. And I swear I didnt ask him to break it off with you. In fact I ask him to go back to you. I dont want Jimin!”
“How about Jungkook then? You say you dont want Jimin. So you want Jungkook then?!” Chae Rin suddeny interfere before Hara can say anything.
“I- Jungkook and I-”
“So its true then. You do love Jungkook!” Y/N looks down, not being able to deny her feelings, which makes Chae Run boils in anger. She stood up and was about to walk towards Y/N to give her a tight slap across the face but Hara held her back.
“Control yourself Chae Rin! And remember what we are here for!” She pulls her hand back, making the angry woman sits down.
“Urghh fine! But this bitch has the nerve to tell me that she loves my Kookie. Mine!” She yells out, hands busy rummaging through her expensive handbag to take out an envelope. Chae Rin throws the envelope on the table.
“W-whats that?” Y/N, who is trembling in fear looks at them.
“That is the reason we are here. The only way to make sure you truly stay away from Jimin and Jungkook,” Chae Rin sneered.
“B-but I dont want Jimin nor Jungkook. Theres nothing between us. I swear. I swear!” Y/N trembles as she reached out for the envelope.
“It doesnt matter if you dont want anything to do with Jimin or Jungkook, Y/N. What matters is that the two of them wants you. And we are going to make sure there is nothing about you left for them to love anymore,” Chae Rin smirks. “Or even worse, we are going to make sure you stay so far away from them that they cant even reach you even if they want to,”
“W-why? Whats all this? I didnt do anything,” Y/N’s tears starts to flow out from her eyes as she reads the papers in the envelope. A law suit. A million dollars lawsuit.
“Its a law suit honey. For illegal distribution of information and blackmailing,” Chae Rin grins as Hara just kept quiet, guilt in her eyes. “Let me make it clear for you in case your simple country mind couldnt understand hmm?"she smiles sweetly. "This is a lawsuit that says you breached the contract you sign when you pretend to be Kookie’s girlfriend by providing information and pictures to the press that is not sanctioned by the company to make money. And this one,” she picks up another,“ is a lawsuit for blackmailing. You are apparently blackmailing the company to pay you a certain amount of money if they want you to stop providing the photos,”
“But I didnt do any of this!”
“Well, too bad. The PD receive information from someone that he trusts that you did,”
“Why? Why are you doing this to me?!”
“Well honey. You are free to get a lawyer if you say you didnt do it. And get a good one at that too hmm?” Chae Rin snickered.
“B-but I cant afford a lawyer. I dont even barely have enough money to even eat!”
“Well then I guess,enjoy prison!” Chae Rin laughs as she stands up, ready to leave, with Hara following behind. “Hey, at least you get free food in prison right?”
“No. Please dont. Dont do this!” Y/N chased after them to beg, getting hold of Hara’s hand.
“I’m sorry Y/N… but I cant lose Jimin. And I cant forgive you for stealing him from me,” Hara looks at Y/N softly with guilt in her eyes before walking away, but Y/N pull her hand again.
“Hara, listen to me! I didnt steal Jimin. If anything you are the one who steals him from me!” Y/N is desperate. She doesnt want Hara to find out this way. She can see how she truly loves Jimin but she has no choice.
“What do you mean?”
“Hara,” Y/N looks into her eyes. “Jimin is my husband. We have been married even before he debuted. Even before he met you,”
“W-what?”
/////
“What do you mean? There is no way Y/N would do that! No she would never!” Jungkook slammed his fist on the table,making the PD frowns at the maknae’s behavior.
“Jungkook…” he warns.
“I’m sorry PD-nim. But I have to agree with Kookie here. There is no way Y/N would sell information on us! Nor would he ever blackmail for money!” Jimin frowns. The two of them were called into the office one day, where the PD sits them down and tell them that the lawsuit has been filed and hopefully everything will be over. The news came as a shocked to the both of them. Lawsuit? Blackmailing? There is no way Y/N would do what he said she did. The two of them are sure of it. Also, they are in panic knowing Y/N is facing a lawsuit and is alone and helpless right now.
God damn it. She must be scared to death.
“I’m sorry guys but the evidence is there. All the information that the press received are information that only her and the seven of you would know. She also told them about you two being married Jimin,” he looks at Jimin with a glare. “Which is something we will have a talk on soon and Jimin, you better pray hard that the press will heed to our warning and not publish the story or all hell will break loose,”
“But its not possible,” Both Jimin and Jungkook said helplessly.
“Guys, I know you trust her. We did too. But you will be surprised to know what people will do for money hmm?” PD gave them a sympathetic look and stood up. “I need to go now. We will talk about this further,”
Jimin and Jungkook sits facing each other after the PD left. Yes, they are enemies, but they are facing a greater enemy right now. Trust. Did Y/N really did it?
“Its not possible Kookie. I have known her for so long. This is not Y/N!” Jimin huffed.
“I know hyung. I dont believe it too. Something is fishy. Real fishy,” Jungkook nodded.
“We need to get to the bottom of this. We need to help her Kookie. We cant leave her like that. This is our fault. We drag her into this,”
“I know and I regret ever bringing her here. I should habe just left her alone. What are we going to do hyung?” Jungkook looks at Jimin with fear and panics in his eyes.
“Are you two seriously thinking of ways to help Y/N after what she had done to you? Revealing information about you, blackmailing and putting our career and band in danger?” A voice leans against the door.
“Hyung! You already know about this?” Jungkook looks up.
“Then help us hyung. Y/N didnt so this. We know she didnt,” Jimin stood up,walking towards his hyung.
“How do you know for sure? She might really only be using you two for her own benefit!”
“No. I can swear on it!” Jimin shakes his head. “She didnt do it,”
“Hyung. You have to help us. Please!” Jungkook begs.
“No! Im not going to let you two ruin your lives over her!” The two were surprised at their hyung’s answer.
“Hyung? What are you saying?” Jimin looks at him in the eye.
“Yeah hyung. What are you saying?” Jungkook marched forward, anger in his eyes. “Hyung, it doesnt matter if you help us or not, we will do anything and everything to get Y/N out of this mess. I love her and I wont let her suffer because of us!” Jungkook walks out but his hand gets pulled back into the room.
“No. No motherfucking way! I didnt work this hard and do all this just so you two can ruin your life and crawl back to that bitch!”
“Hyung? Y-you did this?” Jimin’s eyes widened.
“You fucking did this?!” Jungkook screamed out. “Why would you?! We trusted you! You are our brother!”
“I’m sorry but one day you will know that this is for your own good. I dont care about Y/N, I only care about the two of you. And her being here is ruining everything. Cant you see? Her presence is only breaking you two, all of us, apart! We dont need her. You two were happy before her and we can be that again. We are Bangtan! We only need each other!”
Jungkook shakes his head and walks forward, gripping his hyung’s collar.
“I cant believe you of all people would do this! I was wrong about you, Namjoon-hyung,”
A/N: soooooo who had guessed it was Joonie raise your hands!
Saving this for later, so I can come back and read them when I want to.
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Full Length Fics ( BTS x OC)
Make it hurt. ( then Kiss it better ) ( Yoongi/Oc) Rated for language and explicit sexual content.
Status : Complete.
Summary : Min Jung fights her biology, her genetic make up , her body. But she can’t fight her heart. Especially when said heart keeps calling for a handsome Alpha with warm brown eyes and a breathtaking smile.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 6 ( Cont—d)
Chapter 7
Chapter 8 ( Final)
Sleepwalking to You, it’s out of my control. (Jhope/Oc)(Rated for language and implied sexual content)
Status : completed.
Summary : I love you. A little less today than yesterday. But I miss you. A little more than I did yesterday. And sometimes it’s easy to forget, that your emotions aren’t like mine. They’re constant. You hated me yesterday., You hate me today . And tomorrow , it will be just another day like this.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13 ( Final)
Outtake
Amor Vincit Omnia ( Yoongi /Oc ) (Rated for language, violence and sexual content)
Status : Completed.
Summary : Arranged Marriage Gang! AU . The worst thing you can do to a guy? Marry him when he begs you not to. Worst thing you can do to yourself? Fall in love with him afterwards.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
The Perfect Husband ( Jung Kook / Oc) ( Rated 19+)
Status: In progress.
Summary : Jung kook falls in love and has his heart broken . Countless times. Over and over again. With the same girl. “ i wish i knew, how to quit you.”
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Lighting and Thunder ( Seokjin/OC) (Rated R)
Status : In Progress
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Under My Skin ( Namjoon/ Oc ) ( Min yoongi /Oc) (Rated 19+)
Status : In Progress.
Summary : Namjoon and yoongi are used to giving things up for their members, for the team and especially for each other. they’re best buds, moral support and brothers in every sense of the word. But when they fall for the same girl, neither is willing to give her up.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
The unfaithful Wife ( Jimin/OC) ( Rated 19+)
Status : In progress
Summary: At twenty five, Jimin had married Min Hee, the eighteen year old daughter of his father’s business partner.. He had cared for her even. But then, , she cheated on him with his business rival , bringing shame and disgrace to his family. He divorces her , forgets her almost. Until now five years later, she’s in front of him, with a son who looks just like him. He has a new life now, a new fiancee and the weight of his father’s expectations on his shoulders. He really should stay away from her. But the heart wants what the heart wants.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Something’s gotta Give ( Taehyung / Oc) (19+)
Status : In progress
Summary : I can’t think of a summary except that Taehyung is confused with his own feelings .
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
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Updated. Jan 17, 2024.
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☾ kim seokjin.
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☾ jung hoseok.
☾ park jimin.
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☾ jeon jungkook.
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ABOVE | Park Jimin
-> Chapter Index <-
Chapter 1 - "A new Morning"
word count: 816
I turn around in bed, slowly opening my eyes and staring at the blank white wall.
"I should put something on there.."
Another day of waking up with a really bad headache, just like everyday the past 5 months.
Will this ever get better or even stop?
The truth is, I don't know and none of the plenty of doctors I've already seen could tell.
"It's probably caused by mental issues since we can't find any physical causes." - that's what they all said.
I went through a lot of medical checks but I gave up on getting any answers on my health and just accepted that I have to live with it until it gets better.
Some weeks ago I also stopped taking any medicine. It's been a few months, I can't just go on taking pain killers each day, that's what I thought.
And to be honest, I'm used to waking up in pain, most days it's just my head but sometimes it's my whole body that hurts.
I can deal with it, it's okay.
I'm staring at the wall a few more minutes until I get myself together to sit up on my bed.
"Weird.."
Something feels different this morning.
I'm not sure what it is but it makes me feel kind of calm.
"I feel... great..?"
I still have a headache. But I feel good even with the pain.
I grab my phone to check the time.
"06:13 AM.. I should get ready"
Not a single notification. I'm used to it. My family stopped texting me everyday. They did that in the first few weeks after I moved here all by myself. But it's been almost a year now.
I have a few friends but not those
"good morning bestie, how are you?"
kind of friends.
I got up, took a quick shower, got myself ready and put on some basic black clothes.
I'll be wearing an apron over my clothes at work anyway, why would I dress up fancy then?
But..
"How about this.. today?"
I took a white shirt with some cute flower prints out of my closet and put it on.
Yeah, this feels great!
Off to work!
As soon as I arrive at the small coffee shop that I work at, the first thing I do is get myself a coffee.
Our first customers never show up before 8 AM, that's why me and my co-workers start a day quite relaxed.
It's a bit after 7 AM, still got some time.
I sit down next to my co-worker. The coffee in one hand and my phone in the other.
She's looking at her phone and laughs, seems like she's texting someone.
I unlock my phone. No notifications.
"Alright."
I put my phone down on the table and look outside one of the windows. It's sunny today, not a single cloud. That could be one of the reasons I feel different today.
It hasn't been that sunny for a while, I really missed it.
....
*10:13 AM*
"There you go! Same as always!"
We don't have a lot of customers here but we have loyal customers. We know them all by their names or nicknames and they most likely order the same thing everyday.
One of my favorite customers must be here in a few minutes, it's an old man who always got something to gossip about with me. But today I wanna tell him that I feel great! He knows about my pain but he stopped asking about it. I guess he doesn't want me to feel uncomfortable cause I always used to tell him that nothing has changed.
While I'm waiting for him I start preparing his coffee. My back is turned to the door when I heard someone step in.
I put some sugar into the coffee and turn around in a rush with a bright smile on my face and my eyes closed.
"Good morning, here's your coffee!
And guess what!"
I put the cup on the counter and look up.
"I feel gr- "
Wait -
.. who's that?
I look straight into a young man's face.
Brown eyes, clear skin and..
plump, soft looking full lips.
Black hair. A mullet haircut.
He's wearing a brown coat with a white turtle-neck sweater and black pants.
I'm not sure for how long I've been staring at him but he seems to be confused.
"Oh, so-sorry! I expected someone else to pick up his coffee right now" - I say.
He keeps looking at me but his confused facial expression turns into a friendly one.
He's not smiling but he looks calm.
Me: "What can I get you?"
He looks up on the menu.
It's not unsual that once in a while a new face shows up here.
But for some reason this caught me off guard right now.
He caught me off guard.
...
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Author's note:
I hope you liked the first chapter of this story! If you did, feel free to leave a like & maybe reblog it <3
Love, Ami Xx
Wait, what happened? Y/n knows his name without him telling her, i don’t understand what happened in the end? Are you gonna leave it like that? Ajdkdfp!!!!! I want more!!!!! This is so good, way too good, definitely rereading this, because I can.
You Asked for Help, He Asked Your Name | PJM
You ran away from your responsibilities, but they caught you and tried to lay claim to your body. If your life was never going to be yours anyways, you decided might as well give it away and make a deal.
BTS Fantasy AU. fairyprince!Jimin x reader
Warnings: 18+ dark themes, this story discusses triggering topics, SA, arranged marriage, PTSD, religion, dubcon, violence against women, murder, blood, gore, reader manipulation, oral sex f+m, sex, inexperienced!y/n
Word Count: 7.4k
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‘I tried my best,’ you thought.
‘I knew it might not work,’ you thought, ‘but at least I tried.’
Grass and flowers and mushrooms crushed beneath you and you lay crushed beneath him.
‘The sky looks pretty passing through the leaves,’ you thought, looking up. ‘The sun looks bright, like fire.’
Days after you think upon this moment, that is what you remember the most, the way the light came through those leaves, the scatter of buds barely blooming across the branches, a light shade of yellow that seemed to glow under the sun so vividly, and the vivid pain in your heart.
Then you closed your eyes, held tight to that image of light, and silently screamed.
You weren’t aware of where you truly were, of where you had mindlessly ran to hoping to break free of the cuff around your finger, but you had fallen upon the entrance of a portal between your world and another. You didn’t know your thoughts could be heard.
So when you heard a velvety voice respond in the deep recesses of your mind, you thought it was just your own self, comforting you when no one else could.
But the voice belonged to something else, not anything of this world. He watched the sight before him passively, curious, and though he did not follow the laws of good and evil, though he was not accustomed to the traditions of this world, as he watched he felt the wrongness of what he was witnessing, as visceral as you felt it.
‘Help!’ You thought.
‘Do you want my help?’ the voice asked.
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Your life had been a series of decisions made by people who claimed to love you but never really actually listened to you, never asked what you wanted, what you needed, only told you what they expected of you. Nothing was really yours in the end, not your future, your decision to marry, and certainly not your body.
You weren’t happy, even as those around you gave their blessings on what should have been your happiest day. Your tears were not for show, you cried of despair, because you knew the life that really had never been yours was now tied to a man until death.
It was only when you had truly given up hope that you decided to escape everything. You planned your escape quickly, carelessly in desperation. You took a bag of jewelry, gold you hoped could buy you freedom. And one inconspicuous night, after he was fed and pleased and taken to sleeping like a satisfied pig, you left.
But he and his brother searched after you. You knew you had no one on your side and he had everyone. So when they found you, you thought of nothing but running. You ran until pebble turned to grass, only hoping to lose sight of them, only wishing to be free.
‘Give me one last chance,’ you thought when they finally caught you. ‘This cannot be!’
It was unforgivable what you had done, you had disrespected your husband. Angry, humiliated, and disgusted you would betray him, you were victim to the temperaments of violent men who wanted retribution.
‘Not again,’ you thought, ‘no no no no no.’
You closed your eyes and silently begged, screaming your thoughts so loud, trying to drown out the heavy grunts and disgusting jeers that splintered what was left of your faith with every injury to your body. You begged for help, for anyone to come save you. You prayed for a miracle.
Quiet sobs and whimpers escaping, your soul screamed.
It was your last bit of fight, unwilling to let them destroy all of you. You didn’t know your screams were heard. Your thoughts were being listened to.
‘Help!’ You thought, ‘Help me!’
Again, the velvet voice said. ‘Do you want me to help you?’
‘Yes,’ you begged, ‘Yes!’
‘Do you want me to stop them…to kill them?’
‘Yes, kill them, kill them, I wish they felt the pain they’ve caused.’ You imagined your captors sliced from head to toe, bodies brutalized so they could never hurt another woman again. You cried.
‘What is your name?’
You bit down sobs, screams threatening to escape as the dull ache becomes piercing once again, dimming the light behind your tightly shut eyes.
‘Die die die. Let them die, they deserve death.’
‘Your name?’
Your lungs burning, you allowed your name to travel past the tight lump in your throat, one small barely audible whisper in answer choked out.
‘Wonderful! How beautiful, perfectly suited to you!’
The voice repeats your name over and over again. And you repeat your wishes over and over again. ‘Make it stop now, make it stop, please…please!’
Against the harsh scrape of wood, your head knocking into tree roots, you felt something new, something warm next to you apart from the coldness of the dirt, a delicate hand so softly placing a tiny flower behind your ear. Too afraid to open your eyes, you thought of glowing yellow petals.
The man above you pauses and you finally had courage to look.
The sight was what you wished for, red cascading down, drops falling on your cheeks mixing with your tears. The handle of an intricate knife lodged deep in the center of your husband’s throat.
You follow the handle to its wielder, arm outstretched, forearm flexed, his head tilts down and he sends you a dangerous smile before he pulls the blade out as quick as it entered.
You gasp and he smiles wider, stabbing over and over again, blood raining down on your aching body, you might as well be drowning in it.
“Y/n.” The stranger’s words snap you out of your stupor, his voice the same tone you had heard in your mind, now so clear and crisp, eyes shining with happiness.
“I kept him alive for you, he is yours.”
Yours? His life? His fate?
You had lost yourself, but you had gained more.
You pushed yourself up, staring at your husband, his bloodied chest heaving, gasping for air. Something hard pressed up into your palm, you felt the smooth handle of the stranger’s knife appear like magic. Your fingers dug into the ruined earth, your hand now gripping the knife tightly.
The stranger was gone like he never was. Had he even been? The knife in your hand was your only clue now. It was you and your husband alone. His brother gone too, taken to running away in fright.
You gripped the knife tighter until your fingers stung, the subdued ache in your muscles that you’ve forgotten in your shock now returning as well. It made you angry.
He looked up at you, coughing up blood. His ugly face, now perfectly matching his ugly heart. You gripped the knife tighter. You gripped it tighter, it was real, it was your freedom in the palm of your hand. It made you cry, made you angry, made you happy, made you stand up.
Your husband lay crawling away in the dirt, like a wounded pig. Even on shaky legs you were able to move ahead of him, foot pressing into his skull to stop his shameful retreat.
You bent down, held the intricate beautiful handle of the knife in both hands, pressing it down into the back of his neck. The blade glided so smoothly, it surprised you how easy it had been. You grit your teeth, twisting the dagger, “How does it feel?” you ask, “to be penetrated against your will?”
Your husband, your attacker, grunted, shallow breathing slowing down, and you begin to hear a soft melodious laughter filling the woods behind you.
You knelt down like you had done so many times before in prayer, pressing your head to the earth, mouth next to your husband’s ear. “May you die knowing it was a woman who took your life. May your last thought be of me, knowing that it was I, not you, I was the one who took away your chance at paradise.” You would have screamed your words, but like your pleas, you held your pain in still, whispering low, your eyes full of wrath meeting his terrified stare, he heard you loud and clear.
You dragged the knife out of him, satisfied he will never have the opportunity to hurt you in this life or in the afterlife. “Die.”
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Your muscles ached with every step you took, your body following the music echoing through the trees. It was slow travel, but you felt…light. Your heart was unburdened. You maneuvered your way between branches until you saw what you thought you had merely dreamed up, a man so alien in appearance, so beautiful and ethereal, smiling at you as if you were the best of friends. Pointed ears, striking bright eyes, and the same dangerous smile, he was real. And at his bare feet...the shivering whimpering brother had not outrun his sins after all. His body curled into himself, his hands held above his head together in prayer, now begging you not to end his life.
The stranger’s eyes travel down your bloodied hand, falling upon the knife you still braced. “Y/n! I brought you another gift.”
The brother wailed for mercy, reciting stuttering prayers, spewing words out quickly to cover the length of his sins. You scoffed at the pathetic sight.
Prayer is meaningless in this place as it was in your home. How many times did you kneel and pray, did you ask for help? How many days did your head touch the earth, hoping one day to be able to prostate in a better place? And yet you ended up here. Right here. Covered in bruises, covered in blood, your heart broken and your body broken, your faith finally broken.
It wasn’t prayer that saved you, not really, you know this when your eyes meet that stranger’s shining gaze and his devilish smile, clothes glittering so strangely in the sunlight. It surprised you, the tug of your own lips you felt, unable to stop the smirk lifting up.
Does he think he will be freed? Did he think he will be sent to paradise now? When there is no realm in heaven fit for this animal. This man and his false sense of superiority was now begging you for mercy, suddenly with an understanding of it.
No! Judgment is a cold dagger, given by a trickster, bestowing power to a powerless woman.
“Y/n, come.”
You looked up, away from the blood, pulling the knife from the brother’s body one last time and nodded. What else could you do but follow? Committed a sin, you turned your back on the world that treated you so unjust.
Paradise is a ring of mushrooms, a creature so beautiful you can’t look away, who looks back at you as if you were precious treasure, hand outstretched the same way as when you first saw him.
And this time you decided the course of your life, reaching with your own hand for something more.
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The hand you took belonged to no ordinary creature of the otherworld, he was a prince among his kind, a legend even to the legendary. Prince of the Faes, Jimin’s curiosities lead him away from his Kingdom, pulled by the cries of…a human?
The two worlds have always been separated, but as human interest grew away from the magicalness of nature and into rigid concrete structures and metal fixtures and technology and electricity and everything his kind despised, it was less and less likely for the two worlds to meet.
As royalty, Jimin had everything in his world at the tips of his fingers. But his power was also intrinsically tied to his world, he could not pass the boundaries with his powers…unless…
It was the first time he felt his realm breached. And then a far lonely cry, soft and pleading, calling out to him.
It was only when he had a human connection, a name, your name, could he fully step into the human realm and unleash his power without any restraint, with out any worry, and how much fun it had been!
You were magnificent! A worthy ally, the perfect vassal. Oh, it was a delight watching you transform in front of his eyes, taking every opportunity he had presented.
You could not even look upon his first gift, so his second gift came swift. The sudden outrage he felt witnessing the true cruelty of mankind contained to the precise tip of his dagger, for him it wasn’t a gift of vengeance, it was a tool to right the scales of balance that were so unfairly tipped. Because sometimes, for the Prince of Faes, righteousness was gratifying, and it was so delightful to be...vicious.
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Perhaps you died, you think. There is no such beauty in the world you knew, no colors as bright as the ones that adorned the new garments that clung to your body. There were no musical chords that sounded as sweet as any note you’ve heard from...was it birds that passed you? Where are you?
The glamour around you made everything so alluring and new. And most enchanting of all, was the creature before you. Delicate yet masculine, calming and formidable, Jimin was an enigma of a man.
“Welcome, y/n.”
“Where am I? What are you? A demon?” You felt the shine of your surroundings wear off just a tiny bit, your mind trying to process the events that occurred.
He laughs a sweet soft chuckle. “No y/n, I’m not a demon.” He looks down at the jewelry adorning his fingers, turning the gold bands with his thumb. “A demon’s path is rigid, too strict for me,” he says dismissively. “Y/n, come.” You listened, your steps stiff and slow. “What’s wrong?”
“It hurts.” You wince, holding the pain in.
“Come here.” He held out his hand again, but this time you paused. You weren’t used to being so close to strangers like this, your family kept you sheltered…isolated. You gripped his hand, warmth heating your cheeks at the contact…then warmth all over, you gasp and stumble forward, your sore tired body feeling revitalized, feeling anew.
“How did you-”
“It’s a gift,” he breathes, smirking, hands righting your body up, taking in the clumsiness in your movements amusedly. “Your kind breaks too easily.”
“And what is your kind?” you swallow.
“Well, isn’t it obvious?” He spins around, looking over his shoulder. “A Fae.”
“I’m s-sorry, I don’t know what-”
“It’s okay, you’ll learn,” he smiles mirthfully. “You’re in my world now, so you must listen to me precisely. So you don’t break again.” He plays with the tips of your fingers while the anxiety rose inside you, a trembling he noticed immediately. “Are you still hurt?” He asks confused, you shouldn’t be, he thinks.
“No, I…Why did you save me?”
“Did I save you?” The knife appears again like magic, he balances the intricate handle on one finger, twirling it in the air before catching it. “Here, have it back. It's yours now.”
“T-Thank you, it’s beautiful.” You murmured, mesmerized by the small weapon. Your admission made him smile even wider. “How can I repay you?”
He clapped his hands together. “Y/n...y/n, you’ve already given me a great gift…but I can think of something else as payment, there’s time for that.”
You suddenly realized he knew your name but you had no idea what to call him. “What is your name?”
He paused. “For that, I will need something more.”
“For me to learn your name?” you ask, more confused than you’ve ever been. He nods, studying you again. “I-I have nothing…oh wait!”
Where were the clothes you wore? Where was anything of yours? How did you even arrive in his home, you can’t remember. Jimin's glamour was too powerful, once he held the knowledge of your name, it was like a key opening the door to your mind, the visitor had made himself at home, for you didn't even realize...you had invited him in.
So of course you couldn't remember either, how you've become a guest here in his home. You look around at your surroundings, it was beautiful, greenery twisting around every surface and butterflies resting peacefully, their wings fluttering slowly before taking off and finding another surface to lay upon, and the flowers, oh! You’ve never seen anything so lovely! Oh! “I had a bag-”
“Hmm, this?” The bag appeared so quickly before you, as if fallen out of thin air and into his palms.
“Yes!”
“Beautiful,” he looks inside at the gems, red, blue and green pieces of jewelry. “But not worth a name.”
“It’s all I have,” You huff, “How am I supposed to call you?”
“You could call me ‘Your Highness,’” he smirks. You noticed the shining jewelry in his hair, weaved together by delicate strands of gold. Could he?
“What? Are you really?”
He nods, thumb running across your cheek. You thought briefly of tears, of dirt. It made you shudder, cold memories entering your mind, making you pull away from him.
Jimin frowned. “I could take them too, if you’d like.”
“What?”
“The memories.”
You don’t doubt he can, even if it seems too good to be true. “No, I want to remember. I want to remember all of it,” you muttered, unready to part with the familiar feelings that rushed inside of you. The rage, and the pain, and the victory you had felt.
“Why?” he asks, tilting his head. You continued to fascinate him.
“If I forget it doesn’t change what has been done, what has been done to me.” The life you lived flashed before you as a series of pained memories. That’s what it was, what it could all be boiled down to in the end, pain. It was pain that you were unwilling to part with, pain that strengthened you, that made you unafraid. “Even if it were to help in some way, to forget, it takes away from me…who I am. And I can’t...I won’t have anything more taken.”
“I accept your decision, y/n,” he nods, thumb running across his bottom lip in thought, “but if you change your mind…” He stares into your eyes, so intensely it made you feel self conscious under his gaze. “I could make it so you feel no sadness…or anger,” he reaches for your cheek again, “only joy, only happiness.”
But at what cost? you wonder.
---
Deals struck between one and another is what moves the lives of Fae. More precious than even gold, what is more valuable than our word in the end?
You don’t remember how long it’s been. Time felt like sand, it fell between your fingers so quickly you couldn’t grasp it, felt like sludge around your body, slowing your movements to almost a standstill, you felt frozen in time and pulled through its flow all at once.
“Is she your wife?” you ask Jimin, entering after watching a lovely fairy leave his quarters.
He smirks, “No, y/n. Why?”
You busy yourself by making his bed, dusting off a shimmering fabric fallen to the ground. He follows you around, so light on his feet you cannot even hear his footsteps apart from yours.
“You must love her…very much.” You had listened to their declarations of love all day long, you thought, annoyed.
“Love?” Jimin laughs at that.
“Well, it sounded like you loved each other, quite passionately.” You chewed on the inside of your mouth, smoothing the silky fabric down. Jimin throws his body upon the bed, ruining all your work, craning his neck to look at you, amused by the annoyed look on your face. “Are you feeling…unloved? Would you like some love as well, y/n?”
You scoff, crossing your arms over your chest. “Don’t patronize me.” You kneeled on the soft ground, upon branches and brush woven together to make the palace floor which you sat. Jimin leaned his neck over the edge of his bed, then reached his arms for the floor, flipping his body over to take a seat next to you.
“I don’t think this is a fitting position for a Prince,” you mumble.
“Do Princes in your world not sit next to their subjects?” he muses.
You snort, “No,” suddenly smiling at the thought. “Perhaps for a photo op-ed, to look like good samaritans,” you look over to Jimin as he listens to your words and tries to make sense of the meaning. “But willingly?” you laugh, “No, I can’t imagine that.”
“Interesting,” he lies back, placing his hands underneath his head, watching as small birds flutter around the palace canopy, flying around one another as if they were dancing. He calls your name so you lie down as well, trying to relax your stiff awkward limbs. “And do Princes lie with their subjects in your world?” He turns his head, nose so close he can smell your sweet human scent, hear the whispering of your jumbled thoughts.
You meet his eyes hesitantly. “Well I guess they do, sometimes.” Being so close, you felt pulled in by his gaze, his beautiful bright eyes, his plump lips you imagined were as soft as they looked. Now stretched into a large smile, you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling shyly back, quickly breaking eye contact before you let your urges take over.
“You don’t have to do that.”
“Do what?”
“Hold yourself back.”
“I-I am not.”
“You do it quite often, hold things in.”
You swallow, quickly sitting up, “And should I be like you?” You look down at him accusingly, letting your anger get the best of you. “And…” you huff, “cavort about all day and night?”
Jimin laughs, “And in your world does every subject speak so brazenly to their Prince?” he challenges, sitting up next to you. He bites his lips, tries to catch your eyes again, but you’re already pulling away, stumbling to your feet, offering your apologies.
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How long has it been since that first night in the palace? Days? Weeks? You’re not sure, there were no clocks, light never seemed to dull in this place, even the moon lit the world here so beautifully. You had no idea how much time has passed since then, it was time you took to let yourself heal, to let yourself breathe. For so long you felt unable to take a deep breath, fill your lungs in fully. So anxious, so weighted down by your responsibilities, holding it in, like a scream ready to burst free, for so long you just couldn’t allow yourself to breathe.
You were used to the world running along without you, but did you like it? Did you like this place? Even if you could walk the halls of this palace freely, you felt secluded, you felt alone. Where was it that you were going? Back to your room? You were lost again, where were you?
You admired the small insect crawling next to you, inching up the canopy. The gems on your dress catching the light and twinkling on the walls, it was almost as if the small caterpillar were following the shimmering flecks. You looked down at your dress, it was like nothing that you’ve ever worn before, showing more skin than you’ve ever shown. The shiny translucent fabric cascaded over your body. It’s beautiful, you admit, more beautiful than even your wedding dress, and you felt beautiful in it.
“You are beautiful.”
“Y-Your highness?” you turn around to see the familiar Fae studying you again.
“There’s a celebration in the West Wing, do you want to join me, y/n?” He holds his hand out again, and of course, you take it.
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You felt the isolation again walking through the West Wing alone. Jimin had been whisked away by two handsome Fae and you were left to your own devices. You dressed like them, even given an intricate jeweled choker by the prince himself, another gift he said, but you were not like them, no matter how you tried to hold your head up high, you couldn’t act as gracefully as them, you couldn’t move as fast as them, you didn’t look as beautiful as them, and you couldn’t, for many reasons, celebrate as vicariously as them.
The faefolk danced and partied without inhibition. You moved awkwardly between them, and they moved to let you pass. Not one touch or look your way, you felt invisible to them. Why, you wondered, would no one even try to make conversation with you? And you were too timid, too shy to ask them to dance. You didn’t understand the laws of this world, that in this world power was traded, bargained cunningly, taken with words rather than force, and the most powerful word of all, was a name. You had already been spoken for by the most powerful of them all.
You watched the way the Fae rolled their bodies, clothes flowing around them, slipping off their shoulders, away from their legs, revealing their thighs, where eager hands glided across their smooth skin. You held your breath, watching, wishing it was you.
“Y/n, come.” A soft voice in your ear brings you out of your thoughts, his breath hot against your cheek.
“Where did you go?”
“Did you miss me?” He smirks. His hair looked more wild than before, his lips pinker, layers of his clothes you notice were missing. You rolled your eyes, turning away.
“No. I didn’t even notice you were gone, I was having so much fun.”
“You shouldn’t lie, y/n.”
“I wasn’t,” you lie again.
He hooks his finger underneath your necklace, pulling your attention to him.
“Is this the 'sarcasm' you were speaking of before?”
“Yes,” you huff, “Are humans unwelcomed here?”
“No,” he frowns, “were you mistreated by someone?” He acts swiftly, moving towards the crowds. His demeanor changed, it sent a chill down your spine, reminded you of blood and anger and revenge, and you quickly reach for him, arms pulling him back at the waist, clinging onto him to stop.
“Don’t!” You didn’t realize how fast your heart was beating, pounding against his back. “I wasn’t!” you took in a deep breath, steadying yourself. “I haven’t even spoken to anyone since you left,” you mutter against his shoulder blades, saddened.
Jimin looked down at your hands, clasped together, holding him tightly. He ran a finger across your arm and felt goosebumps starting to appear. “Y/n, you’re upset.”
“Why won’t anyone else talk to me?” you whisper sadly, grip loosening.
Jimin turns around as you pull away, laying a hand delicately on your shoulder. He pulls the closest Fae towards him, a man with curly flowing hair, a striking jaw, and the same piercing shining eyes as Jimin. “Entertain her.” Jimin nods in your direction.
The Fae smiles wide, a large boxy grin, taking you in from head to toe. “Hello, Lovely.”
“H-Hello. Did you want to dance?”
He nods, bowing at you, but before you can step away Jimin is pulling you back, “You said talk, not dance.”
You swallow, “Everyone else is dancing, why can’t I?” You kept your head up, standing tall, attempting to move towards the other Fae again, but he keeps his head down, moving away at Jimin’s dark glare. You didn’t notice the way Jimin looked at him, but you noticed the way he retreated as you came closer, away from your reach. You huff, holding in tears of rejection. “Fine, I’ll just go dance with someone else,” you mutter, rushing into the crowd of Fae with Jimin following closely behind.
“Y/n!” he hissed in your ear, telling you to stop. The sway of the bodies around you made you dizzy and confused, you moved quicker past them, or were you being pushed? No, pulled away? The music became louder as the room spun around you and then everything became quiet, until you were alone and able to catch your breath.
“What did you do!” you gasp, holding your head. It felt like you had been spinning in circles, only stopping now that you and Jimin were alone. You stumbled, steadying yourself against a branch, your body still feeling the effects.
“Have I ever harmed you? Hurt you? Have I not only given you what you asked for?”
You stumbled again, your body falling into vertigo. “I know-”
“Then why, y/n?! Why would you want to dance with someone else?”
Your legs buckled as your head continued to spin, a hand grabbing your wrist before you can fall to the ground. You hang, body swinging forward into Jimin’s legs.
“Why do you dance with everyone but me!” you yelled your accusations at the ground, unable to look or stand upright. Your body was pulled up as if you weighed nothing, right into Jimin’s embrace. “Why do you lay with everyone but me?”
Did you expect to be whisked away by a Prince and have a love story you have only read in fairytales? Not particularly, not when you were covered in blood, barely able to process everything that’s been done to you, everything that you’ve done. Did you expect maybe...something from Jimin? He had given you so much already, what were you expecting? What did you want from the Fairy Prince? It frustrated you, having an idea too fantastical for even a world of fantasy. It could have been, you would have taken it, you could have loved him.
Angry you were not in a love story, but a nightmare, you attempted to hit him, but the room had still yet to settle, and Jimin barely had to do anything to stop your strike, easily pulling you into him closer. Before you knew it, the Fae Prince was pressed against you entirely, from body to lips. Your vertigo subsided, grounded by his kiss.
You pull away, partly stunned, and entirely captivated by his presence. “You kis-”
Jimin’s lips pressed against yours again, softly this time. You pull away again, eyes widening. “What, that wasn’t a request?” Jimin whispers against your lips.
He teases you, entices you, annoys you so much. “Don’t kiss me, don’t touch me!” You yell, pushing him away, and before you can strike again he is gone like he never was, and you can hear his familiar laughter in the West Wing with the others. You did not look for him, you were too upset, left to sulking in your room, and even if you had gone to find him, Jimin's glamour would have never allowed you near the other faefolk that evening. You were not going to dance, or kiss, anyone but him.
---
You felt more like a teacher, a live-in tutor, teaching the Fae Prince all the things you knew of human history and human living. He danced around you while you slumped into the cushions of his love seat, mopey, tired of answering his endless questions.
“Tell me more about this electrical web.”
“Why are you so fascinated by this?” you groan, “Want to know real human nature?! We go into wars we cannot win, we take innocent lives over land we then destroy, and we do it over and over and over again-”
“Your kind is very good at that. Alright, then tell me more about yourself.”
“Well- I- What did you want to know?”
“What brings you joy other than killing?”
“Killing does not bring me joy!” You sit up, outraged. It was ridiculous, what he said, it wasn't true!
“Then what does?” he asks, smile hidden behind his knuckles.
You think of yourself as a child, singing along to the radio, you had loved singing to your favorite songs, your father telling you to quiet yourself, complaining how off tune you were, you had only been a child and you never sang again. You still danced, every time you heard music, you hadn’t cared who was around, who was watching. You remembered the faint cheers of your mother, her laughter adding to the musical beat. Some time between now and then you stopped dancing, you couldn’t pin point it, when you grew up and only allowed your head to slightly bob to the beat instead, foot tapping anxiously instead of just dancing. When had it been, the first time your mother told you to stop instead of cheering you along?
You think of the museum you used to visit as a child, the excitement you felt when you noticed the brightly woven baskets on display, relics of the past that looked so beautiful, you wanted to learn how to create those baskets too, if only they let you. The designs were so intricate, the colors so bright, the patterns reminded you of the dagger fastened to your dress, reminded you of it's handle, and blood, and death.
You shut your eyes and let go of the breath you've been holding. “Swimming. When I was a child my mother couldn’t get me out of the water. I still love swimming, it’s fun, I could still spend all day in the water, I think.”
“I see...”
You sigh, “You know what brings me joy?” Before your wedding, your friends visited you. They kissed your cheek, wiped your tears away and fixed your makeup. They made fun of your mother-in-law. They told you, it will be okay, your fiancé is old, they reminded you to cook with animal fat, so he can die sooner. They held your shaking hands and hugged you tightly, and promised to visit you soon.
“Seeing my friends happy,” you smile. “Can I now ask you a question?” The Fae Prince waits. “Can I know your name?”
“Y/n...” He paces his quarters, and your hopeful expressions falls as grains of the sands of time slip through your fingers once again. “How about we go for a swim instead?”
You reach the water’s surface easily, inhaling air quickly. You wade in the spring, looking up to watch the slow waterfall. It was peaceful, it made you smile.
A wave of water hits you, Jimin catching your attention instead. You splash water in his direction, laughing as he swims closer to you.
“Where are we?” You spin, following him as he swims around you. He ducks underneath the water, splashing you again. Two hands cover your eyes as you feel the Fae Prince resurface behind you.
“Close to the Palace,” he says softly in your ear. The spring water is cool and Jimin’s touch is warm. You pull one hand from your eyes away, holding onto him.
“Where is your s-shirt?” He surprises you, his usual soft curled hair wet and slicked back, chest exposed to you.
“Why are you wearing your clothes!” he laughs. The silky fabric lifts around you like a blanket, your jewelry heavy against your skin. Why did you jump into the water with your clothes, you can’t remember why now. You begin to feel anxious, moving your limbs faster to keep afloat, your legs exposed as the ends of your dress floats on the water’s surface. You push the front of your dress down, covering your virtue, and sink into the water as your limbs stop swimming.
Jimin joins you underwater, and he somehow seems even more beautiful floating in the water, hair wafting effortlessly and framing his face. He reaches for you, pulling you back to the surface.
“Your modesty is cute.”
You scoff, holding onto his shoulders. “Stop treating me like a child.”
“And how should I treat you, y/n?” his arms move from your waist to just under your bum, pulling you closer to him. You tense up under his intense gaze, unable to look down at him.
“Look at you!” he teases, laughing, “Always holding back.”
“Shut up,” you mutter.
“How dare you! You attempt to silence your Prince!” He laughs even louder, moving slowly into deeper water. He narrows his sparkling eyes at you, “The other Fae would have eaten you by now.”
“Oh yeah? I can’t imagine I would taste very good.”
“Such bravery and yet you are too timid to give into your desires.”
“I desire you to shut up.”
“Y/n, I can hear your desires always,” he lets you down back into the water, holding you close to his body.
You bite your lip in attempt to uncloud the haze you felt so suddenly. “So you know how much I desire to know your name.”
Jimin stops laughing, biting his lip as well, closing his eyes in thought. “I do know.” He could feel how much you desired his name, desired him, how you thought of his lips, his jaw, his bare chest, your fixation on everything about him only enlarging his ego, and enlarging...other things.
You watched his mouth part, his head slowly tilt back as he sighed deep. “Please, your highness.”
Jimin’s lips curled up. “Prove it to me, your devotion...hold your breath.”
You went underwater again, held tight in Jimin’s embrace. His hand cradled the back of your head, watching you as you held in your instincts to move, to break free, determined more than ever to learn something of his kind instead. You gripped his biceps, fingers digging into his muscles, holding on, and just when you feel your self slipping, Jimin’s lips press against yours.
You felt a rush of air fill your lungs, the rush of adrenaline cascade over your body where water should have been. It was only Jimin's frenzied touch instead, cool air hitting your wet skin, your drenched clothes pulling you down as the weightlessness of water disappears. “Where are we?” you gasp.
Jimin’s lips move across your jaw and down your neck. “Your room, of course.” He pulls the wet fabric away from your shoulders, you shiver from the cold and his touch. His hand travels up your thigh and you freeze.
“Should I slow down? Is this too far?”
“I’ve had sex before,” you say, annoyed, trying to relax.
“But you’ve never gotten pleasure?” Jimin did not need to hear you answer, it was written as clear as the day across your anxious features. His had cupped your jaw. “Breathe out, y/n.”
You didn’t realize you were holding your breath, his thumb ran across your bottom lip as you exhaled.
He kissed your neck again, lying his body down onto yours. “Breathe in, y/n.” You closed your eyes and leaned your head against his, enjoying the way he kissed and tasted your skin. Your hand reached for his, interlacing your fingers together. He squeezed your hand in reassurance, holding your against bedsheets, his mouth traveling down your body, searching for more to taste.
You moaned for the first time at Jimin’s caresses, gripping his hand tighter. He takes his time to savour you, your breath rapidly escalating. You felt Jimin move between your legs, the warm wet muscle of his tongue licking all over you, fingers massaging your most intimate parts, slowly, moving from outside to inside. You no longer felt cold, you felt feverish instead, overwhelmed, overstimulated, ready to burst.
Jimin slowly built up the pleasure inside you, and then with skill and preciseness, unraveled the tension away. You panted, in a trance, pleasure coursing throughout your body.
Jimin looked at you, hungry and eager, a vision of seduction you’ve longed to experience. You traced his muscles, reaching for him, legs angling over his hips.
You kissed him fervently, riding high on ecstasy, whimpering for more, insatiable until you felt his hardness meet your core, sliding against your entrance.
You shuddered, stopping, looking into his eyes. He smirked, pleased you weren’t shying away from him no longer, enthralled with the way your desires took over. He held your head and devoured your lips, entering you with one swift rolling movement that took your breath away.
You moaned louder, rolling your hips to meet his, forgetting your goal, what you wanted, crying out for him, unable to speak his name.
---
Jimin was not only learning of your customs. You were, slowly, learning too. Growing and learning, realizing the shine of this world covered secrets. As a group of Faefolk left his quarters, you recognized one and he winked at you, bowing his head as he retreated.
You frowned, pursing your lips, looking inside at the mess.
Jimin rolled his neck, pulling a shimmering robe over his body. “Y/n, come,” he holds out his hand, calling you over to his bed.
“Aren’t you tired?” you resist the urge to roll your eyes. Jimin rolls his eyes instead at your judgement.
“I’m never tired for you.” He tugs on your arm playfully. You fall next to him. He smells good, he smells of vanilla and wildflower and sex.
“I want to make a deal,” you roll your body over his, straddling his lap, pulling at his clothes. He sighs softly, canting his hips, pushing up against you. “I want to know your name...” He raises an eyebrow, “...wait...and listen...I want to know your name when we make love.”
He tilts his head, staring at you, smiling, intrigued. “Then you can take it away. Deal?”
“And what do I get out of this deal?”
You kiss his exposed chest, and then you kiss lower, and lower. “Me...screaming your name...as yours.” You look up at him, challenging him to deny you.
The Fae Prince widened his legs, pleased your infatuation had given him such a truly wonderful gift. He could hear his name leave your pretty lips and let you fall back into his spell. “Okay, y/n. Deal.”
He watched your lips part over his hardening length, sucking him into your mouth eagerly. You perched yourself back onto his lap, settling yourself onto his cock. So perfect, fitting around him tight and warm. You rolled your hips and moaned freely. “Y-Yes.”
He holds your hips, thrusting up into you, “Tell me, y/n, who is your prince?”
You heard a whisper materialize inside you, becoming louder and clearer the faster you bounced on his lap.
“Y-Yes-Jimin, yes!”
You woke up, kissing his chest lazily, already forgotten his name.
---
“What do you wish of me, your highness?” You murmur against Jimin, tired, sleepy, why were you so tired?
Jimin sighs, “It’s time.”
“Time? W-What’s time?”
“Your world corrupts the balance of nature. Humans will destroy every realm of earth with their greed, even mine.” Armed with the knowledge you’ve given him, the Fae Prince was ready to conquer the human realm, to play some more. Oh, how much fun his first visit had been!
You hum, agreeing.
“It’s time...to wage war. And you! You are my most beautiful weapon.”
But Jimin underestimated you. He saw your beauty, yes, but did not fully grasp the strength, the fearlessness, that to this day, you’ve never forgotten.
-
“Wake up, y/n.” A hand caresses your jaw, waking you from your slumber. “A debt needs to be paid.”
“Where are we?” Jimin holds you in his arms, placing your feet on the ground tenderly.
“You don’t recognize this?”
You follow his gaze towards the ground, where a neat ring of mushrooms lie growing in a perfect circle. You knew this place was important, the reason why sat on the tip of your tongue, so close to understanding the reason it soured your thoughts. You remembered it like a dream, like a nightmare.
He steps inside, offering his hand. “The price is this.”
Once you stepped inside the mushroom ring everything seemed to grow duller, heavier, grayer. You…hated it. You hated everything except the man beside you. That was until you stepped outside the mushroom circle, feet landing onto wet cold earth.
Then the glamour fully wore away and you were faced with the harsh dark reality of what happened to you. Everything rushed into your memory so clearly and vividly you fell forward, pulling away from the Fae Prince.
“Get up, we have things to do.”
“You! You kept me prisoner!”
Jimin laughs. “Did I? I did not chain you or force you to stay.”
“You did, you- Leave! Leave me alone!” You hug yourself, dig your nails into your arms, grounding yourself to this forgotten place.
“We are connected, y/n. It’s the price you paid. I cannot leave you as much as you cannot leave me.”
You pulled the jewelry off your arms, throwing his gifts at his feet. The Fae prince felt the offense within him. You felt something too, a risen memory.
“Stay away!” you scream.
“I can’t do that.”
You wanted to hate him, but you felt your heart break the more you resisted. It made you cry. He was right. You had made a deal and now you were tied to him whether you liked it or not. It made you scream.
Jimin pulled you up harshly, “Oh y/n, what’s happened? I thought we were in agreement.” Jimin didn’t understand why you suddenly resisted so vehemently, why his call didn’t pull you in as strongly as before.
“You…you t-tricked me, you used me!” You looked down at the crime scene at you feet. The blood was long gone, the bodies have since decomposed, been found, and taken away. For all the time you spent in his realm, the human world was moving at a far quicker pace, catapulting you into a future you no longer recognized. Everything about this place had changed, but you smelled the iron still, you could still feel the blood dripping down your body as if it only happened moments prior.
Jimin pulls your chin to face him instead. “I gave you a gift, a tool, I did not make you kill him. I did not make you do anything. It was your will, your decision.”
“All I wanted was freedom,” you cry bitterly. “But in the end I never had it, did I, your highness? I was your tool, I was your pet!”
Jimin’s fingers dug into your chin, “You wanted me, you ached for it, you loved it!”
The knife, you remembered, was still hidden beneath your clothes. You now pulled it out, pointing it at the Fae Prince.
He look at the knife, then lifts his head, looking at you. “You will use my own dagger against me? Do you think that’s wise, y/n?” His tone was dangerously low.
“It’s my dagger, is it not?” you question, “to do what I please?”
“You are not scared, y/n?” Jimin stalks towards you.
“I…I was never scared. Only lost.”
“Then let me help you find yourself again.” He breathes out, eyes glistening in the shade, a haunting sight, the rosey tint of deception was gone and you could see his true self.
“And what’s the price?” you mock.
“This time, no price from you. We’ll take it together.”
“Take what?”
“Everything.”
You let the dagger go, let it fall into the dirt, where you touched it first, decades ago.
The Fae Prince, his cool exterior broken, looked into your eyes, smile unhinging, unprepared for the words you were to speak next.
A man marked your body one last time, but by your own hands, by your own will, for power you took all by yourself. Jimin never noticed the small stains of blood soaked into your fabric, the mornings you kept to yourself, the jewelry hiding the trick you played.
As you pushed away your sleeve, revealing the scarred letters you had carved into you over so many many nights, you wondered if he really noticed you at all.
“And why should I share it with you, Jimin?”
---
You know, even though this story was not a story for me or about me (though in some small ways, about me), I found myself crying so much for her.
Next story up, Seokjin being a ghostie.
Spring Fling Masterlist
m.list ; Reading list.
Updated. Jan 22, 2024.
Note : I read k-pop idols x reader/ orginal female character fics, so this list is organized keeping that in mind, I do not personally have any issues with other genders, this is just my preference. Thankyou. If you hate unnecessarily, sincerely, no fucks will be given.
(everything is organized by alphabetical order)
↬𝐁𝐘 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄.
angst .
fluff .
smut .
↬𝐁𝐘 𝐀𝐔’𝐒.
artist au .
arranged marriage au .
assassin au .
baker au .
bartender au .
BDSM au .
best friend’s brother au .
best friends to lovers au .
best friend’s sister au .
boyfriend au .
camboy au .
camgirl au .
camp counselor au .
CEO au .
chef au .
childhood friends to lovers au .
club au .
college au .
coworker au .
crime au .
dad au .
doctor au .
dancer au .
detective au .
divorce au .
enemies to lovers au .
established relationship au .
exes to lovers au .
fantasy au .
farm au .
father au .
friends to benefits au .
friends to lovers au .
fuckboy au .
fuckgirl au .
forbidden au .
gamer au .
god au .
hitman au .
horror au .
husband au .
hybrid au .
idiots to lovers au .
idol au .
king au .
lawyer au .
mafia au .
magic au .
medical au .
musician au .
neighbours au .
noona au .
one night stand au .
photographer au .
pirates au .
professor au .
prince au .
rich au .
road trip au .
roommate au .
royalty au .
second chance au .
secret relationship au .
sex worker au .
single parent au .
social media au .
songwriter au .
soulmate au .
spy au .
superhero au .
supernatural au .
tattoo artist au .
teacher au .
unrequited love au .
vampire au .
werewolf au .
wife au .
↬𝐁𝐘 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐒.
kim namjoon .
kim seokjin .
min yoongi .
jung hoseok .
park jimin .
kim taehyung .
jeon jungkook .
ot7 .
↬𝐁𝐘 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄.
drama .
hurt/comfort .
magic .
mutual pining .
mystery .
romance .
slow burn .
thriller .
age play .
crack .
Note : please let me know if any of the links are not working. Thankyou.
Note : since Tumblr only allows 100 links per page, so this list will be continued in another page, which is linked down below.
↬masterlist continued .
making this set for purely selfish reasons cr. moreloveforhobi
Tagged posts masterlist.
I use tags so that you can find the posts that i’ve posted or reblogged on this blog.
Namjoon - dimpled boy.
Seokjin - handsome boy.
Yoongi - sweet boy.
Hoseok - sunflower boy.
Jimin - charming/ angel boy.
Taehyung - ethereal boy.
Jungkook - golden/ best boy.
Fic rec - yashoda’s fic recs.
Words that are underlined in the description.
Me rants - yashoda’s expressions.
You - art
I - love.
Moved - yashoda’s fic recs.
Slightly - yashoda’s expressions.
Happiness - fav fics.
Me - artistry.
You - spirituality.
