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Neighbors

Genre: Neighbors AU, Fluff

Pairing: Jimin/Reader

Warnings: slight sex references, big floof of a dog, old

Synopsis: The walls are thinner than they should be.

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The first night in your new apartment went well. You'd managed to unpack most of your things. You hated unpacking and knowing you would probably wouldn't get it done otherwise, opted for a late night.

Having grown up outside the city, you weren't sure what to expect from an apartment. Was there going to be constant noise? Would you get t know your neighbors or would you all pretend you didn't know intimate details of each other's lives?

But you couldn't believe just how intimate the details could get. The banging of the headboard against the wall and the faint moans you could hear from your neighbor's bedroom that shared a wall with yours.

You'd been arranging the books on your bookshelf when it started. You almost laughed at the absurdity of it all. You hadn't met these neighbors yet, but you assumed if they lived together it would be a common occurrence and one you would just have to get used to.

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You walked out the door seeking food and groceries, as you hadn't had time to pick them up yesterday after lugging all the boxes up the stairs.

"Look out!" you heard a voice shout.

You turned to look, but it was too late. A large mass of white fluff had engulfed you and you let out a small whimper, unsure of what was currently on top of you. You felt something soft and wet and you suddenly realized the creature was licking you and couldn't help but laugh a little as you struggled beneath the dog.

You could hear another voice, presumably the one who warned you in the first place. With a tug on the leash and a few scolding words the dog got off of you.

"Sorry about that," he said. "Mochi gets a little excited after a run."

You looked up and saw a man looking down at you. You moved to sit up but we shocked at his appearance. He was shirtless for starters, the white t shirt he had been wearing slung over his shoulder, headphones hanging down over it. A pair of tight gym shorts and tennis shoes finished it off. You pulled your jaw off the floor before it became awkward and stood up.

"It's okay," you said. "It was a bit jarring, but he obviously didn't mean me any harm." You reached down and patted the dogs head lightly.

"I hadn't realized anyone had moved into this apartment yet," he said. A slight blush come over his cheeks, which seemed contrary to every other part of his appearance. "I hope I didn't keep you up last night."

You eyes widened when you realized what he meant and you felt yourself flush as well.

"I-uh-no," you finally got out. "I had to unpack."

He nodded his head.

"It was nice to meet you," he said. "And if I ever do bother you, feel free to just hit the wall. I'll get the message."

He and Mochi walked towards the door of his apartment and he waved to you politely as he turned the key and disappeared inside his apartment.

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"Good morning, Mochi!" you exclaimed. You squatted down and petted the dog who excitedly tried to lick your face. You laughed before standing up to greet the dog's owner.

You'd gotten used to see the two after their morning run. Jimin normally wore a shirt now, you weren't sure if you had just caught him on an off day the first time or if he had been embarrassed.

"Good morning," you said, greeting the dog's master. "Good run today?"

"Yeah," Jimin answered. "Mochi tired me out this time."

You laughed softly.

"You know, I see you two every morning, but I haven't met your girlfriend yet," you said.

Jimin's face froze. His eyes wide and his lips in the awkward position between half open and half closed.

"I don't have a girlfriend," he said, awkwardly. "It's just me and Mochi."

"Then, who is it you're having--" you cut yourself off. "Oh, God, sorry."

You quickly clamped your hand over your mouth, trying to laugh at yourself.

Luckily, Jimin seemed to have a similar reaction, except he wasn't hiding his laughter well. Eventually, the two of you burst into a fit of giggles.

"I'm sorry, I just assumed," you said. "The first night I figured you just lived with someone."

Jimin shook his head.

"Don't worry about it. It's normally a safe assumption to make."

With a body and face like his, it was no surprise he could get girls back to his apartment so easily. Heck, he probably just had to show them a picture of Mochi.

"But, you know, I hear stuff too, right?"

This time your face froze. What could have Jimin possibly have heard through the wall? You were typically the quiet sort, loud activities weren't really your thing.

"Well, you have a nice singing voice for starters," he said. " And your sister's name is Yuna. You tend to talk to her a lot. And if I'm right, I think you told her once how hot I looked with my shirt off?"

He smirked down at you and you couldn't help the blush that formed on your cheeks.

"Oh God," you said. "I, uh, I didn't know you could hear everything."

"The walls are quite thin in this building."

He noticed your embarrassed form and he softened slightly.

"It's okay," he said. "I thought it was cute. So cute, that I kept getting up an hour early for my runs just to see you. Although, I think Mochi secretly wanted to as well."

You smiled looking down at the dog. You squatted down and ruffled the dog's ears.

"Oh, Mochi, why didn't you just tell me how you felt?"

"I think Mochi felt a bit bad about the first time you met."

"Oh, is that all?" you asked, cutely, still focusing on the dog. "There's a really simple way to make up for that, you know?"

You stood up and looked at Jimin.

"What would Mochi say to buying me a cup of coffee? Then, we'll be even."

"He'd love to."

Idolatry

Genre: Friends to Lovers, Idol!Reader, Fluff

Pairing: Jimin/Reader

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, short

Synopsis: Still a trainee, you are set to debut soon and show up at BigHit for some training. You didn’t think you’d see your old classmate Jimin. But you weren’t upset when he walked into the dance studio.

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When they told you a group of successful idols was coming to mentor you, you never imagined seeing a familiar face. Of course, you knew he was successful, it was all your former classmates talked about and you knew you would probably run into him again, but you never imagined it would be before your debut.

He seemed just as surprised to see you, immediately dropping his confident swagger. He made eye contact and gave you a small smile of acknowledgement.

Your group mates popped up when BTS walked into the room and a few nudged you knowing your connection to Jimin.

"Hey, so we're BTS and we're here to mentor you for the day," RM, the leader started. You smiled at the professionalism, knowing one day you may find yourself in a similar situation. "Why don't we start with your debut choreography?"

You stood up with the rest of your members and got into your positions. The music started and you immediately felt nervous dancing in front of Jimin. You'd probably done it hundred of times before, you'd danced together for hours when you were preparing for a performance in school. But now, he was an idol and you were a trainee.

Eventually you found yourself getting lost in the music, it always happened, if not instantly, by half way through the song, you were completely lost in the rhythm. This had been your downfall a few times forgetting to sing your part as you were too focused on the dance.

When the song finished, the boys nodded and had you run through it again. This time slowly as they stopped and corrected things. There wasn't much to correct, you and your members had worked tirelessly to perfect the choreography, but you were surprised when you suddenly felt someone behind you. You looked in the mirror to see Jimin.

"Try changing your posture," he said. "It will make the move look more fluid." Hesitantly, he placed his hand on your back and helped you adjust so your posture fit the move better. Normally, you would've rejected someone who tried to adjust your posture, idol or not. But considering the many hours you'd practiced together in school, you knew Jimin was simply trying to help you.

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"Do you know her? You seemed very friendly with her?" Jhope asked Jimin as they had stepped outside for lunch.

"We went to school together," he said. "Back in Busan. We used to practice together a lot."

"You didn't know she was a trainee?"

Jimin shook his head.

"No, I always knew she wanted to be an idol. But I didn't know she'd signed."

"Well, it seems as if we will be seeing more of her." Hoseok smirked and moved back towards the practice room.

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With you and Jimin it always seemed to end up like this. It was 11pm and everyone else had gone home. Although not without shooting both of you a few suspicious looks. But all you did was dance.

First it started with your debut choreography, which he'd managed to pick up most of throughout the day.  Then, you practiced some of his old choreography and eventually it became pure freestyle.

You laughed as he ran and did a flip, landing perfectly. You'd never really been one for stunts, your feet mostly stayed planted on the ground and you rolled you eyes as he smirked at you, daring you to outdo him.

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Somehow you both ended up on the floor. Laying beside each other on your backs, staring up at the white ceiling of the practice room.

"Who would've thought we'd both become idols?" you asked. "Think about us back in school. How silly we were."

Jimin smiled.

"How silly I was," he corrected. "You were always so focused, so serious."

"Oh come on, you know that's not true. I liked to have fun, too. You always practiced longer than I did."

"I needed to."

You laughed and punched him playfully.

"Yet you're the idol and I'm the trainee."

He reached over and grabbed your hand, intertwining your fingers.

"You'll be an idol soon enough."

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One of your fellow members popped a bottle of champagne at the exact second your debut went live. It felt surreal knowing you were on your way to being an idol. Halfway through the night, you wandered off from the party, a little tipsy, but not drunk. You had found yourself outside in the garden of the rented house. You felt two arms encircle your waist and pull you pack against the owner.

"Congratulations baby," Jimin said, his face beaming as you turned around.

He held a bouquet of flowers and presented them to you shyly hiding his face behind them. You giggled and took the bouquet from him.

"Thank you, Jimin," you said, leaning in to kiss him, wondering how you got so lucky to run into Jimin again.

"You're welcome. Now, that you're an idol, I'll have to worship you."

You rolled your eyes and kissed him before he could spew more stupid come ons.

Dangerous | p.jm Masterlist

Genre: Enemies to Lovers, Bad Boy!Jimin, Bartender!Reader College AU

Pairing: Jimin/Named Reader

Rating: M

Warnings: alcohol consumption, sexual assault (not perpetuated by Jimin or a BTS member), a drugged drink, adult language, sexual themes, masturbation, smut, more warnings before each chapter

Synopsis: Park Jimin doesn't fuck good girls.

He made that clear when he humiliated you when you were sixteen. Since then, you've sworn to get revenge on Park Jimin one day.

Now, you're both in college. You're no longer a good girl and Park Jimin just walked into the club.

Looks like today is the day.

Prologue | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11

Note: This was originally written and completed on Wattpad. I am now working on crossposting it to Tumblr. Thanks for reading.

Dangerous | Prologue

Genre: Enemies to Lovers, Bad Boy!Jimin, Bartender!Reader, College AU

Pairing: Jimin/Named Reader

Rating: M

Warnings: alcohol consumption, sexual assault (not perpetuated by Jimin or a BTS member), a drugged drink, adult language, sexual themes, masturbation, smut, more warnings before each chapter

Synopsis: Park Jimin doesn’t fuck good girls.

He made that clear when he humiliated you when you were sixteen. Since then, you’ve sworn to get revenge on Park Jimin one day.

Now, you’re both in college. You’re no longer a good girl and Park Jimin just walked into the club.

Looks like today is the day.

Park Jimin was dangerous. 

You knew this, of course, everyone did. It only took one look at Park Jimin's tousled black hair, tight dark wash jeans, and the smirk he permanently wore on his face to know whoever got involved with Park Jimin would get burned. 

You were naive and believed you would be different from the trail of broken hearts he left behind him. When Jimin started winking at you across the classroom and commenting on the height of your skirt, you thought that he was actually falling in love with you. You thought you have something those other girls didn't.

The first time he took you for a ride on his motorcycle, you fell in love. Your arms around his waist, your fingertips brushing over the chiseled muscles below his black t-shirt. He'd given you his only helmet, Can't let anything happen to that pretty face of yours. 

His black hair flew freely in the window and yours blew out from underneath the helmet behind you. It was exhilarating to feel as if you were flying except for your arms around his torso and where he connected between your thighs. You took your arms from around him and spread them out behind you, making you feel as if you were a bird. 

The motorcycle stopped. Do you know how stupid that was? You could've fallen off or caused us to crash! He sighed and pulled you into a hug, your cheek smashing into chest, causing the helmet to shift crookedly on your head. Now, come on, let's get those milkshakes.

You parked the motorcycle at a local diner. It was the kind of place you went before you lost your virginity, the kind of place couples went to play footsie with each other underneath the table.

Two cherry milkshakes, Jimin said, drawing out cherry for longer than was necessary.

The waitress rolled her eyes, but wrote down the order. You thought you heard her mumble something under her breath as she walked away, her hips swaying as she walked away. Your cheeks heated as you realized you weren't the only one that noticed, Jimin's eyes glued to her ass. 

You couldn't blame him. She was the one that made Jimin the bad boy he was. She took his virginity back when he was a sophomore and she was a senior. But then she made a mistake, she fell in love. Some say Jimin loved her too, others say he played her. No matter the truth, she was Jimin's first heartbreak.

At school, Jimin didn't want to hold hands. He allowed you to sit in his lap instead. His arms around you and his hands resting on your thighs, dangerously close...

It didn't take long for one of Jimin's friends to notice you too. You'd caught him sneaking glances at you, Jimin's hands on you, and the way you'd rolled up your skirt to show more leg without breaking the dress code. You shared a class with him without Jimin and he'd walk past your desk to the pencil sharpener with an already perfectly sharp pencil. Jimin, doesn't love you. He's just going to break your heart. 

You pushed him away telling him it wasn't true; Jimin loved you and that you weren't like the other girls. He tried to warn you.

What's wrong? Jimin asked, when he saw you after school that day. You were hesitant to tell him of his friend's warning, he was after all trying to help you, even if he was wrong about Jimin. 

Jimin came to school the next day with a black eye and bruised ribs. He'd never gotten beaten up for one his girls before. Your heart hurt as he winced with nearly every movement. Don't worry about me, love. That guy was a dick and I needed to teach him a lesson.

You'd finally decided that you were going to sleep with Jimin. He borrowed a truck from a friend and filled the back with as many blankets as he could find. He drove you out to the viewpoint where everyone went to make out. You laid in the truck bed underneath the stars, the night quiet, the only sounds coming from the chirping crickets in the woods across the road. 

You kissed until each other's lips were swollen and his hands roamed places they hadn't before, causing you to feel anxious, but in the best way possible. He chuckled, You really want me that bad, baby girl? You bit your lip, trying to stifle the moan that tried to escape due to his taunts. 

Yes, you managed to breathe out. I want you. He smirked as he reached up your skirt and hooked his fingers through the waistband of your panties. 

Too bad I don't fuck good girls. 

His breath was hot against your ear and you could nearly taste the smirk on his lips. You vision blacked for a moment, as you heard laughter erupting from around the truck. His friends. Did you really think I'd fuck a girl like you?

You fuck everyone else. Your lips tried to form the words, but they didn't come. Instead, you hopped down from the bed of the truck and ran towards the woods. You knew that if you ran far enough you'd make it back to the main city and eventually home. 

You heard someone calling your name an hour or so later, the slow idle of a truck in the distance. You no longer heard his friends. But, you didn't care if Park Jimin apologized until the day he died, you would never forgive him. 

Hot tears fell down your cheeks as you tried to pull your skirt down over the knees, trying not to feel so cold and alone. Eventually, Jimin's calls died out and you walked back towards the city again, making it home early in the morning. Dirt stained your clothes and you could still feel Jimin's hands on your skin and in your hair. 

From that day on, you wanted revenge on Park Jimin. You never talked to him again, even when he stood by your locker, his puppy eyes activated and his thick lips locked in a pout. 

He graduated that year and even as he eyed you sitting with the band, his face sullen. You vowed to get revenge on Park Jimin, no matter how long it took.

You almost didn't notice him walk into the club with his friends. You were too busy dancing--trying to get over your ex--to really even care about who you were grinding on. But, something caused you to look up just as Park Jimin walked in, the strobe lights reflecting off his skin. Damn, he's still hot. 

You'd waited for this opportunity since you were sixteen. You looked hot, so hot he might not even recognize you. You were thankful you had opted to wear the tight two-piece dress. You were going to give Park Jimin a taste of his own medicine.

You were going to make Park Jimin want you. You were going to get revenge.

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Dangerous | Chapter 6: Morello

Genre: Enemies to Lovers, Bad Boy!Jimin, Bartender!Reader College AU

Pairing: Jimin/Named Reader

Rating: M | Minors DNI

Chapter Warnings: jealousy, slight angst

A/N: I know it's been literally forever since I updated this. I don't really have a good reason, but I'm hoping to get the rest of the chapters queued up to release over the next couple of weeks.

You're almost late to class as you had forgotten your water bottle and only realized when you'd already walked halfway. You'd just managed to get to class with a couple of minutes to spare, but you'd already worked up a sweat.

Luckily, your normal spot next to Eunha was free and you slid into it. You looked around the room, not spotting Jimin at all. While normally you kept your gaze away from the boy, you knew the two of you needed to discuss what happened the night before. It was obvious he remembered otherwise he wouldn't have left or would've at least left a note like he usually did. 

The instructor came in and class started. Jimin was nowhere among the crowd of dancers and as the music started, you couldn't shake the feeling from the back of your neck that it was because of you.

Class went by as usual other than Jimin wasn't there. It wasn't just you that seemed to notice his missing presence, you noticed your classmates looking around and glancing at each other, shrugging. When class ended, your instructor the typical shuffling when the music shut off. 

"Remember to continue working on your piece for the final showcase," she said. "It's going to take the entire semester to perfect and I want it to show a culmination of the styles you have come to perfect and love. I want to feel who you are through your dance. Keep that in mind as you're choreographing." 

As you gathered your things, you thought about Jimin's suggestion to include some ballet in your routine. While you could include some of the simpler moves and foot positions, doing anything iconically recognizable as ballet without risking re-injuring or hurting yourself in some other way. But, you knew Jimin was right, pushing your body to its extremes was the point of dancing. Bruises on your knees, injuries, sore muscles, they were all just part of the job.

You tossed your backpack over your shoulders and walked back towards your apartment. you caught a glimpse of a familiar black motorcycle parked outside the building. You looked up and saw Jimin leaning against it, he wasn't facing your way. You were just about to grab his attempt when you heard someone behind you. 

"Jimin!" Eunha ran out from behind you and rushed towards him. "Why weren't you in class?" 

"Ah, it was nothing. I didn't feel well, but I feel much better now that you're here." He handed her his second helmet as she climbed on the motorcycle behind him. Her thighs where yours usually sat and her arms wrapped around his middle.

You rolled your eyes before Jimin could notice you and headed towards your apartment. You couldn't fight off the sour taste in your mouth. It wasn't so much jealousy as it was sadness that you'd just been beginning to think that maybe Jimin had changed. 

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The club was oddly busy for a weeknight. You filled and refilled drinks constantly and shook cocktails nearly every second. You barely registered the music as you worked. 

As the night went on, the bar finally started to empty out when you had an hour left in your shift. There was only one man left at the bar and the majority of patrons at the club were focused on dancing. You recognized the man sitting at the end of the bar. He'd hung around Jimin and his friends the few times you'd seen them all together and you were introduced to him once, but his name evaded you. He was the quiet type, nearly never danced, preferred to just sit at the bar and sip whiskey or sit at the side. 

You'd occasionally catch his eyes slip over someone on the dancefloor. His eyes moving from their head down to their toes and lingering a little on the way down, but he never did anything about it. You'd even caught him checking you out a few times, but he would simply just look away and take a sip of his drink as if his eyes hadn't just been roaming the curve of your ass. 

The thing was, while he checked out you and various other people at the club, he never approached them or had anyone approach him, which was the part you couldn't understand. He was attractive. A bit short for some tastes, but his pouty lips and slim figure very much made up for it.  

You watched as his long fingers wrapped nearly around the glass as he sipped again. He locked eyes with you again, a smirk on his face that you could just barely make out through the glass. By the time he'd placed his glass back down on the bar, he was straight-faced again. 

You almost wanted to laugh at the way he was toying with you. You looked away, a slight blush on your cheeks. You unintentionally found yourself locking eyes with Jimin as he walked into the club with his arm wrapped around Eunha. 

He winked as he and Eunha made their way to the dancefloor. She began grinding on him almost immediately and you had to look away before you puked all over the bar. 

You didn't blame Eunha. Nearly every girl in your class would've killed to be in her position, but you wished that you could warn her before Jimin broke her heart. But, based on the way she looked at him through her eyelashes and smiled at him like he was a lost puppy, you knew she was too far gone. 

Your stomach turned and you almost the man at the end of the bar attempting to get your attention. Considering he was the only one at the bar (and cute), you didn't mind him shouting over the music for you to refill his glass. Most of the time it came off as obnoxious, but there was something about him that caused you not to mind. 

"You seem different," he said. "You aren't checking me out anymore."

"What?" you asked. 

"I'm not oblivious. I thought we were having some fun." 

"Mmm, yeah, just saw someone I didn't really want to." 

"Old boyfriend?" 

"I guess you could say that."

Yoongi drunk down half his whiskey before setting back down on the bar. "It's Jimin, right?" 

"Uh, yeah," you said.

"He told us everything about you and your plan to get back at him." Yoongi chuckled, fingering the rim of the glass and looking up at you. "He kind of deserves it honestly. He was still going from girl to girl until he met you again." 

"What do you mean?"

"After that night you two almost hooked up, he hasn't seen anyone else. Well, I guess until tonight. Normally, he was with a different girl every week, sometimes 2 or 3 a week." 

You rolled your eyes. "Still the old Jimin, I guess." 

"I wouldn't be too sure. He doesn't seem too happy that you're paying so much attention to me right now." 

You glanced over in his direction and you caught Jimin's hard gaze on the two of you. He didn't seem focused on Eunha at all, beyond his hands on her hips. 

"I don't know. He's seemed mad at me since last night. God, knows why." 

Yoongi's roamed over you again and he finished the rest of his glass. "When are you off?" 

You pulled out your phone. "Like twenty minutes."

"Want me to help you out? Your goal was to hook up with all his friends, right?"

"Kind of," you said. "I mostly just want to make him get a taste of his own medicine. What exactly did you have in mind?"

"Well, I don't really care for dancing like Hoseok, but I have heard that I'm a pretty good kisser and well, I wouldn't mind kissing you." 

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When you got off, you took off your apron and passed it on to the next bartender, thankfully not Chul-soo. You ducked into the bathroom and freshened up your makeup. 

You hadn't dressed up that night. You wore a simple scoop neck, long-sleeved T-shirt and a pair of black skinny jeans. You let your hair out of its ponytail and reapplied your lipstick. You could already feel your body coursing with anticipation at the thought of kissing Yoongi, as you'd come to learn his name. 

He'd stressed he wasn't looking for anything serious and didn't expect anything from you afterward, which was music to your ears. There was nothing you loved more than getting to have some fun without the expectation of owing him something. 

You emerged back out to the club to see Jimin and Eunha at the bar. It was obvious he waited until you were off to order drinks. You barely glanced as you passed by, but felt his eyes follow you as you approached Yoongi who still sat at on the bar stool on the end. 

"Hey Handsome," you said, flashing him a smile. "I'm off." 

He smiled, his gums showing and it made him look adorable, in great contrast to the sexy and serious personality you'd seen so far, and you loved it. 

Yoongi got up from his seat, abandoning the rest of his whiskey and wrapping his arm around your waist. 

"Wait," you said. You reached for the half full whiskey and downed the rest of it, enjoying the burn in the back of your throat. "Can't waste good whiskey." 

"God, you're hot," Yoongi said, a chuckle in his voice as he pulled you away from the bar and to one of the tables along the wall of the club. He sat down in the chair and his eyes widened as you climbed on top of him and straddled him immediately. 

"Eager?" 

"Tipsy," you said. 

"Just from that little bit of whiskey?"

"I might've snuck a couple shots on my break."

You smirked as your lips brushed his neck and his hands came down to grip your hips. "Think this old chair will hold us?" 

"Mm, well, I guess it if breaks you'll just have to catch me."

You smirked as you gripped either side of his face and brought your lips to his. He tasted bitter with just a bit of sweetness on his tongue, like whiskey. There was still alcohol on his breath and his lips causing a familiar burn as you pulled apart. 

"Wow, you are a good kisser." 

"Don't get too attached, baby. Remember, this is just a one-time thing."

"Better savor it then." 

You attached your lips to his again as you felt his hands move from your hips. One came to rest where your neck met your head, tangled in your head. He used the other to loop two fingers into one of your belt loops.

"He looks pissed," Yoongi said. 

"Good." 

You knew that kissing Jimin just the night before and then making out with one of his friends the next night was low, but Jimin had given you no explanation on why he was avoiding you or why he was suddenly with Eunha. Was it toxic? Yes. Was it unhealthy? Probably. Did you care? No.

"I think we should go home," he said. "Before either of us does something we regret."

You nodded, feeling the alcohol beginning to wear off and your body beginning to feel weighed down. "I'm getting tired anyway. Walk me out?"

You got up from Yoongi's lap and held your hand out to him with a small, lazy smile. He stood up and took it, returning your smile, although unfortunately not showing his teeth in the cute way he had earlier.

As you walked out of the club hand in hand with Yoongi, you caught Jimin's eye once again. He was sitting at the bar while Eunha was trying to pull him back out to the dancefloor. He was sweaty and his hair stuck to his forehead. You wanted nothing more than push his hair back and run your hands through like he always liked to do himself.

He quickly withdrew his eyes from you and went back to drinking. You could see he was still sober, only drinking a lemonade. If he was drinking, there would've been bottles on the bar. 

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"You don't have to walk me home," you said, pulling your hands from Yoongi's.

"Are you sure? I don't mind." 

"It's not far," you said. "I usually walk home. Don't worry." 

He nodded and headed off in the opposite direction. You crossed your arms as the night air bit through the fabric of your clothes. You were nearly halfway home when you heard the familiar rumble of a motorcycle and you watched as Jimin passed you with Eunha on the back.

You just continued down the sidewalk as you felt your eyelids beginning to droop. It was too cold for you to actually fall asleep, but you couldn't wait to get back to your apartment and fall into your bed.

You'd just crosswalk that meant you were halfway home when you the motorcycle again. He pulled up to the sidewalk just as the walk sign flashed on the opposite side of the road. He reached back and held out the second helmet. 

"Get on," he said. 

You knew you couldn't decline, even you wanted to. While you knew from the harbored tone of Jimin's voice that was still mad at you, but the idea of closing your eyes and resting against Jimin's back was too tempting to pass up. 

You fastened on the helmet and climbed on behind Jimin. You wrapped your arms around him and rested your head between his shoulder blades. You'd ridden on his motorcycle so much that you'd begun to feel comfortable. The air whipped around you and the feel of his body around yours. 

"Yoongi should've made sure you got home okay." 

"I told him not to." 

"He shouldn't have listened."

You rolled your eyes as the motorcycle lurched in the direction of your apartment. The ride wasn't long and you were slightly disappointed as he parked outside your complex. 

"Thanks," you said.

He just nodded and motioned for you to go upstairs. 

"Jimin, I'll be fine. Just go." 

"Inna, don't argue with me. Text me when you're in safely." 

You sighed and walked up to your apartment and walked inside immediately shooting Jimin a text before falling onto your bed.

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