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188. Tae please?
Prompt188: “Mine.”
Title: Claiming with Kisses
Pairing:Taehyung X Reader
Rating:T+
Summary: Taehyunghas always kept his feeling for you a secret since you are his bestfriend andall. But he can’t do it anymore.
Words: 1.4k
“Mine”
As far as you can remember, the first timethat Kim Taehyung, your childhood friend had used this term was when you two wereonly 7 and the new girl in your class had asked to be your bestfriend. Sincethen, the guy has constantly been using this word. You never once questioned himdoing this because the way he says it, is endearing, cute even. But right now,as he stands between you and Jungkook, his stance is different, almost territorial.You’ve been with this puppy-like young man since forever and never have youfelt this much hostility radiate off of him. Usually, he is a big ball ofsunshine and rainbows and everything that can make people smile. This change inhis persona is entirely new to you.
Jungkook exchanges a side-glance with you,wordlessly trying to express his confusion. But you are just as oblivious ashim and so, you simply shrug in response.
“Calm down, Tae.” interrupts the soothingvoice of Park Jimin, “Kookie’s just asking her out.”
Thankfully, the taller man’s muscles loosenslightly and he turns to Jimin, wrapping a protective arm around yourshoulders.
“Well he should not. Afterall, he’s twoyears younger than her.” the brown-haired man says, his words sounding childishto the three of you.
An awkward silence begins to sway in,trying to engulf you lot and Jungkook’s mocking laugh is what breaks it. “So mebeing younger than her is an issue but you treating her like a possession isfine?” the maknae asks, tonguing his cheek inwardly in annoyance.
Taehyung takes a step forward but before thissituation can take an aggressive turn, you stop him. The moment you place yourpalm on his shoulder, he looks back at you questioningly. But instead of sayinganything to him, you speak to the youngest amongst you. “Kookie, I’ll thinkabout your proposal.”
“Wh-”
Before your childhood friend can evenproperly express his displeasure at your response to the maknae, you grab himby the arm and start walking, flashing only a reassuring smile to Jimin as youleave.
Taehyung watches the furrowing of your browsas you drag him towards your shared apartment. It’s always been like this. Yousmiling at other men and him, threatening them. He knows that it’s veryjuvenile of him to behave this way but he has always loved you more than just abest friend. To be clear, he doesn’t think of you as a possession.He cherishesyou so much that the prospect of having to share you with some other guy whoisn’t him feels wrong. And so, his alpha traitskick in, instinctively making him all hormonal and possessive.He has triedmoving on so many times but the trials have only made his condition miserable..madehim realise that there just cannot be another for him. Either it’s you ormelancholy for the rest of his life.
He has always wanted more. Thus, ratherthan trying to move on, he started dropping subtle hints so you’d collect andconclude his feelings. The only problem is you didn’t. You still don’t. You are never able to catch on, considering eventhe most intimate of his actions as either platonic or cute.
But there’s only so much that he canhandle. And the choking sensation in his gut tells him that he can’t takethis..not anymore…
He stops abruptly in the midst of the busystreet, some ongoing people shooting irritated glances your way. But Taehyungsimply ignores them, shaking his arm out of your hold, only to wrap his own palmaround your wrist. The action feels so right in his head, your hands heldtogether and he smiles faintly before tightening his grip and dragging you to the apartment instead.
You protest a few times yet he pays no heedto your whiny tone. He is determined to make his feelings come across today.
.
.
When you finally reach the home, you angrilyshove him back, making him release your wrist. His eyes widen but then go backto stone-cold like before.
“What the hell, Tae!? Couldn’t you see? Youwere hurting me!” You yell at him.
“This,” he says grabbing your wrist againand squeezes it hard, “this pain is nothing compared to this one.” He ends, directinghis free hand towards his heart, where he clutches his shirt in a tight hold.
You stare dubiously at him. The Tae thatyou’ve grown up with never talks like this. He has always been kind and gentle.Yet right now, he’s so rapacious that it’s frightening you.
“Tae, I don’t..understand.” You say thefirst thought that comes into your mind even though you have an inkling of whathe’s getting at.
He sighs wistfully and shakes his head.Then he let’s go of your wrist, his long fingers trailing down the nuance of yoursides, stopping to rest at your hips. All of a sudden he pulls you closer, yourfaces only inches apart. His nostrils flare as he exhales deeply and before youcan anticipate what’s happening, his thin lips capture yours. The kiss isintense, overwhelming you with a myriad of emotions, arising that tinglysensation of butterflies in your stomach.
And just as you start melting into histouch, he pulls back slowly, tilting his forehead over yours. “Now do youunderstand?” He asks.
You blush like a 16-year old from one ofthose teen romance novels, unable to meet his fond gaze.
“You’re mine.”He says, his deep voice making the words sink into your memory.
“I hate it when a guy smiles at you and youreturn it.” He confesses boldly, kissing your lips again.
“I hate it when men stare at theimpeccable, exposed skin of your neck.” He says against your lips, his owntravelling down to plant open-mouthed kisses along your jaw as he tugs at yourtop slightly, pulling it down until it reveals your shoulder. He continueskissing your skin, leaving bold, lasting marks and without even questioning hisactions, you let him. Involuntarily, your hands reach-up to tangle in his silkybrown locks, the green highlights gleaming under the faint lighting in theroom.You savour the moments, soft encouraging noises escaping your traitorous lipseven when you bite on them to keep your mouth shut.
“And whenever you parade around ourapartment in your short shorts..” hetakes a deep breath to calm himself, “God Y/N, I hate it! I hate that you’reliving right under the same roof as me, teasing me without even realising it.”His lips find yours again and he presses them hard. You didn’t know you havesuch a strong effect on him.
“I hate..” he parts your lips forcefullywith his tongue, “..that even after being so close to you I’m unable to touchyou the way I want to..unable to love you the way I yearn to..”
His lips finally leave yours,coming to ahalt at the edge of your shoulder and he presses his nose into your warm skin,taking a whiff of your scent, the smell of lavender easing his form. You feelhis big palms crawl beneath the material of your top, stroking circles on thesmooth skin of your flat belly.
“Now do you understand?” He asks again hopefullyand you nod shyly, unable to meet his eyes after receiving so many unexpected,rough kisses, even leaving hickeys in the heat of the moment.
He likes the way you lower your lashes anda smile curves upon his lips. “You’re mine.”He repeats yet again, a hint of possessiveness in his tone.
“I-I am yours.” You reply, yourselfsurprised at your response.
Pleased by your words, he kisses you again,this time his tongue ravaging your mouth, claiming what’s his and you feel yourselfreturning the gesture, your arms slowly wrapping around his neck. You realisethat you’ve always felt this way, wanting him to want you. It’s just that youremotions lay dormant within your insecure heart. Thanks to his fervent actionsfor rupturing those walls you had built around them. You’ve finally acceptedthem.
He breaks the kiss midway, making you groan disapprovingly.You open your eyes that had closed sometime ago of their own accord and starequestioningly at him.
“Reject, Jungkook.” He demands in a serioustone, his eyes gazing directly into yours.
You chuckle at the innocent request and hepouts like a baby. “Okay, Okay. I will.”
His box-smile reappear sand he hugs youtight. “Mine” he says cutely, rubbing his cheek against yours and you chucklefurther at his words, shaking your head in disbelief.
A/N:Gosh I’m sweating right now! This is the first time I’ve written for someonewho isn’t Jimin. I hope it’s not too bad 😅 Please forgive any mistakes.
Andlet me know what you think :3
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BTS Reaction to you not being able to Dance
A/N: First off, this is a request made by a personal friend of mine. Secondly, I’ve never done reactions so they may not be accurate. Please check out and let me know what you think..:3
Scenario:
You are asked by the respective BTS member to attend a gala with them, at the end of which everyone has to dance, regardless of being a couple or not. You are okay with being surrounded by thousands of unknown rich personalities. What you aren't okay with is the word dancing. You never had any interest in it and you still don't. Ofcourse you love BTS’ choreography but that doesn't necessarily mean that you also love dance. In fact, you know absolutely nothing about it. As stupid as it may sound, you have no idea how to move your body to the music.
Their Reactions:
Namjoon
He sees you look anxiously at everyone and everything that's around you. You've been acting weird ever since you came here. He politely excuses himself from the conversation he's having with a bunch of random old men and walks to the corner where you're standing all by yourself, hands fidgeting with the silk dress.
“Everything alright?” He asks with concern.
You've put on the strong girl façade for so long that you immediately break down due to all the stress that it's causing you. “Joonie, I..I can't dance. I don't know how to.” You explain embarrassedly.
He smiles kindly in return, not at all disappointed by your confession. So all along, it was just about the stupid dance.He thinks to himself and shakes his head.
“Don't worry,” he says, patting your head reassuringly, “I’m no good either. I make the moves as I go.” He winks at the last bit, making you smile genuinely for the first time this night.
Seokjin
“Yaah!” Seokjin yells at you for the umpteenth time this night. He is beyond irritated by your behaviour. “Stop whining already, it's just a dance.” He hisses into your ear so that nobody but you can hear how angry he is.
“But I’m so scared.” You hiss right back.
“How many times do I need to tell you just follow my steps and nothing will go wrong?!” He grits out in annoyance.
“But what if they stare?” You ask,already feeling insecure amidst all the people surrounding you.
“They won't.” He says with a confident shake of his head, “They'll be too busy ogling at my handsome face.”
You simply sigh as he wiggles his brows at you.
Yoongi
You sit adjacent to him at a table full of unknown faces, trying your best to smile at everyone who addresses you. When everyone is too engrossed eating their food, you nudge your boyfriend with your elbow.
“What?” He asks with such a calmness that you almost begin feeling sane. Almost.
You tilt your face closer to his ear and whisper, “I can't dance.”
He scoffs midway of taking a bite of the delicious meat, then whispers back, “That makes the two of us.”
“We can tell the host that we won't be attending the dance.” He says in a hushed tone as he takes a sip of the alcoholic beverage in his hand. “Or if that doesn't work, I'll simply have to threaten the him.”
His last words are spoken with such ease that you aren't able to do anything but laugh awkwardly at him.
Hoseok
His lean fingers work diligently to give your shoulders a proper massage. You smile, already able to feel how anxious he is from the way his fingers dig into your skin.
“I told you, I'll be fine.” You try to assure him, stroking his arms as they are now resting on your shoulders, his form slightly hunching over you.
“How can you be so sure?” He says in a grave tone.
A giggle escapes your lips due to the display of such childishness from him. He's been like this ever since you told him that you can't dance. It's a wonder how someone as cheerful as him is worrying his pretty, little mind over such a small matter.
“Come on! I’m gonna do great. Especially since I’m here with the best dancer in Seoul.” Your big grin is accompanied by an equally cocky wink.
And he finally smiles, happy to receive an indirect compliment from you.
Jimin
The moment he guides you towards the myriad of people swaying with music, you begin to panic. Your palms start sweating and you try to pull out of his grasp, making him raise an eyebrow in shock and confusion.
“Jimin-ah, I..” You bite on your bottom lip and stare directly at him, “I can't dance.”
He stares at you for an instance, blinks his eyes and then, slowly, a smile curves upon his plump lips. “Is that all?” He asks, pulling you closer, his hands coming to rest on your hips.
You nod your head meekly, ashamed that you have been dating a man who can catch everyone's gaze when he dances. You've always wanted to be on par with him, keep him interested in you but you know that dancing simply isn't your thing.
He leans his head down and kisses your cheek softly. “Don't worry, Chubs. Let my hands direct your movements.”
His words bring a sense of ease and warmth and you trustfully nod your head at him.
Taehyung
“You're saying that you can't dance?” Taehyung asks you in a mildly shocked tone.
You nod your head timidly, knowing how shameful this is coming from a fully grown woman.
He grabs your hands and kisses them on the back in assurance. However, the words that follow right after are a stark contrast to his sweet gesture. “Fret not, I know the easiest moves. Anyone can do them.” He says with utmost confidence, his long fingers rubbing your small palms in a relaxing motion.
“But what if I still can't?” You ask, terror swimming in your eyes.
“Then Y/N” he speaks, his signature box-smile gracing his handsome face, a hint of mischief in his eyes, “..we can just dab.”
Jungkook
As the last event of the night ensues and people begin walking forward with bold postures, your shoulders sink. Jungkook who has been oblivious to your fears up until now raises your face up by the chin so you can look at him.
“Is something wrong?”He asks in a gentle tone.
You shake your head, tears now brimming your eyes. “Kookie, I’m sorry I don’t know how to dance.” You admit, your voice a shrill whisper.
“Don't worry,” he says without any expressions of shock or disgust, wiping your tears and tugging you along, “Just follow my lead.”
“But what if they laugh?” You ask, eyes widening in dread.
He narrows his brows then, his eyes scanning the array of unknown faces. Placing his arms around you, he gazes into your frightened eyes, “Nobody will fucking dare.”
A/N: So how was it? :3
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BTS reactions to catching you reading their NSFW Fanfiction
A/N: Another request from my friend..:3
All the italics denote the fanfic’s parts. Hope you guys like it.
*WARNING! Sexual Content Ahead! Soft Stans, stay away..
Scenario:
Well ofcourse you've been dating for a while but a small portion of your being still can't help but fangirl. Thus,you decide to read some of your boyfriend's NSFW Fanfiction just like you used to in the past.
Their Reactions:
Namjoon
You are surprised by the bell ringing but equally happy that today Namjoon has returned home earlier than usual. You greet him with a hugthe moment you open the door and let him in. While he smiles and leaves to take a bath, you head over to the kitchen to heat-up the food you'd cooked an hour ago.
When Namjoon enters your shared bedroom, he begins stripping off his clothes. He has barely unbuttoned his shirt when he notices your cellphone’s screen and realises that it's left unlocked. Curiosity gets the better of him and he takes a peek.
After shackling your arms and legs to the bed, Namjoon smirks down at you.He waves a blindfold teasingly in front of you before tying it around your eyes so that you are left completely left vulnerable. He then..
Namjoon ends up reading the whole paragraph and then scrolls up to find that it is one of those m-rated‘Idol X Reader’ fanfictions that you were reading when he wasn't home. He shakes his head in amusement and heads back towards the kitchen instead of taking a bath. He surprises you with a back hug and you jump slightly.
“Joonie, I thought you were taking a bath.” You mumble, pulling out a pair of utensils.
“Change of mind..” He says and you notice the teasing tone of his voice. Immediately you crane your head back and quirk your brows at him in confusion.
“Babe, let's bath together. It's been a while since I put soap on you.” He whispers, taking your ear between his teeth as his hands begin roaming your form. A soft moan escapes your lips at the sensations that course through you.
“I'll even blindfold you.” He adds, placing a palm over your eyes.
You gulp at his words and turn around completely to face him, fear of being caught visible in your eyes. “Joon, did you-”
“Y/N..” he says, looking directly at you with a smug smirk on his face, “If there are things”, he pauses and rephrases, “naughty things that you wanna try out, then you only need to ask and you'll receive.”
You simply nod your head, too stunned to say a thing.
Seokjin
You are too busy reading your favourite fanfic about your boyfriend that you fail to notice him, walk out of the kitchen. He smiles when he finds you lying lazily over the couch but his interest peeks when notices you too engulfed with the content on your cellphone. He takes quiet steps towards you and peeks down at the screen from behind you.
When Seokjin said that he loves eating, you didn't realise that he had meantit in such apromiscuous sense. He bends his face andlicks the chocolate off your lips, neck, collarbones and finally heads lower towards your heaving breasts..
“Yah!” he yells out in embarrassment and you flinch at the sudden intrusion, your cellphone slipping out of your dainty fingers and falling on the carpeted floor.
A blush creeps upon your cheeks and you wonder how long he had been here, spying on you. When you look up to meet his gaze, you find his ears heating up by every passing second. His face is a mix of mortification, shock and amusement.
“I never thought you'd be interested in those kinds of things.” He says slightly displeased, “Instead of reading, you could've simply talked to me.”
“Yaah! I get it!” You yell back at him, both too flustered to look at the other in the eyes.
Yoongi
Yoongi isn't much of a social person and likes keeping to himself but when it comes to you, he becomes an entirely different person. He shares with you even the deepest and darkest of his secrets. So this afternoonashe plays a new melody on his piano, he awaits your comments about what you think of it. But when you give no reaction whatsoever even after a minute of his playing, he stops and turns only to find you way too busy with your cellphone. A frown appears on his face for this is the fifth time this week that you've ignored him.
Pushing aside the stool, he walks towards you and as soon as you notice him marching towards you with an annoyed pout, you try to hide the phone behind your back. To your utter dismay, he manages to snatch it out of your hand.
“Yoongi wait-”
He shushes you with a wave of his hand and looks at your phone's screen instead.
Pushing you to the brink of your orgasm, Yoongi stops and smirks down at your heavily breathing form, beads of sweat all over your heated skin. He does this all the time— stimulating you to the point of a release only to leave you right there at the edge. And all you can do is beg desperately for him to give you what you crave so bad..
He locks the cellphone, smirks and inches close to you, faces only a breath apart before capturing your lips in a harsh kiss.You are confused and shocked at first because isn't he supposed to be mad at you for reading something like this? But soon enough, your body begins heating up and you wrap your arms around his neck, enjoying the passionate touch of your lips. Unfortunately, he pauses midway and pulls you up so you can wrap your legs around his waist.
“Let's take this to bed.” He says and lowers his face, his lips moving along your ear as he whispers, “We need to try what you've been reading these days.”
A shudder passes your whole being as you nod your head, too scared to deny his words.
Hoseok
Hoseok loves dancing but every time you show up at his studio,his joy increases tenfold. He makes sure to give his best whenever you are around. Yet today, he is feeling his enthusiasm waning out because of the small, curved object in your hand. You are too lost staring at the screen of your cellphone to pay any heed to his footwork.
He sighs and continues for a while, hoping that you'll eventually close your phone and return to watching him perform. And yet, you fail his expectations. Even after the passing of a few minutes, you don't stop.
Agitated by your behaviour, he stops the music and marches towards the couch that you are seated on and you being too engrossed with your phone, fail to notice this. In one swift motion, he snatches the object of your attention and takes a look at whatever you are doing.
Loud moans escape your swollen lips as Hoseok fucks you right against the walls of the studio. You grab onto him with all your might as he pummels into you..
He stops there and chuckles slightly at what he just read. You chuckle right back albeit awkwardly.
“I’m sorry..I just accidentally found this on the net and decided to check..” You speak defensively.
“Ohh..really?” he says, scratching his cheek, “I thought it's an interesting way to..um..to do it and we should try it sometime.”
“Oh.” is all that you can reply in shock.
Jimin
You know that it's already been long since you started dating Park Jimin and that it is too fangirl-ish of you to be still reading fanfiction about him but you can't help yourself. So as your sweet boyfriend is busy practicing his dance moves for the upcoming performance, you sit down on the plush mattresses of your shared bed to enjoy some reading time in seclusion. Your breath hitches at every word that you read and soon you are too lost to even notice the clicking open of the bedroom's door.
Jimin slowly moves his palm along your waist, his fingers finally disappearing beneath the fabric of your panties.
“Please Daddy..” You mumble and that is all it takes for the man to ravage you like the wolf that he is..
Suddenly you feel the presence of your boyfriend's hard chest right behind your back but you dare not look back for you are far too embarrassed. Has he seen what you are reading? Is this the reason behind his silence?
A moment later his hand reaches out and falls upon the curve of your waist from where it glides torturously slowly down south, fingers sliding under the thin fabric of your panties, rubbing your already wet core. He smiles triumphantly when you gasp not just because of his act but also because of the fact that he'sre-enacted the whole scenario that you had been reading. He stops massaging your throbbing clit after a while, resting his head atop your shoulder as he murmurs, “What's the magic word, Princess?”
Your eyes widen slightly when you realise that he isn't actually looking at you but is skimming his gaze over the next few lines of the fanfiction. It's surprising yet equally arousing that he plans on doing exactly what you've been reading just by the use of one line and so you say it, “Please Daddy.”
He smiles evilly before taking your phone and throwing it to the side table. You gasp again when he pushes you flat against the mattress, his hand never leaving your folds. Pumping roughly into your dripping opening, he bites onto your neck and whispers huskily, “You reading such dirty things makes me want to punish you..”
“Then do it.” You offer, glad that he isn't angry about you reading your own boyfriend's fanfictions.
He smirks, “As you wish, babygirl.”and begins kissing along your nape.
Taehyung
When Taehyungshutshis computer to join you at the balcony where you usually setup your canvas for painting, he feels disappointed and confused to not find you there. Looking around the place a bit, he finds you snuggled up on the large sofa, completely consumed by something on your cellphone’s screen.
He smiles at how cute you look wearing nothing but his grey hoodie over your panties. With nimble steps, he reaches behind you in order to give you a scare but then his eyes catch something on your phone's screen..eh hem..not exactly something but his own name. Curiously he begins reading whatever has taken up your interest.
Taehyung forces your cuffed wrists above your head before biting down on your bottom lip, his hands working simultaneously to free your beautiful body of the clothes that have been concealing it. He knows that you love being dominated like this and starts massaging your milky thighs..
“Tae, I can explain..” You mumble out nervously.
To your immense horror, he scowls at you and snatches away your phone. Pressing the lock button, he throws it to the table and plops down on the sofa right next to you.
“Tae liste-”
You aren't spared any moments to justify your actions as he pushes you into his lap, his hardening member pressing against your thigh. He wastes no time in removing the large hoodie from your small frame and gazes directly at you.
“Y/N”, he says in his deep, hoarse voice, “if there are things you want”, he unbuckles his belt and ties it harshly around your thin wrists, “then you can simply ask instead of keeping to yourself about all these fantasies.” He whispers the last bit into your ear, his lips trailing along your face until they find yours and he bites into your bottom lip. Hard. Just like the fanfiction.
You mewl and blush madly when you realise that you're in for a reckoning..
Jungkook
The minute Jungkook walks out of the personal gymnasium at your house, he finds you lost within your cellphone. He smirks as an idea pops into his brain and takes silent steps towards you.
As he is taller than you by several inches, it's easy for him to look down and check what you are doing.
You breath heavily every time Jungkook’s hand lingers across your skin. Even the slightest of his touches to your core, makes you shudder and pine for more.
“You want more, don't you?” He asks, stroking your breasts and you nod like an obedient child.
“Then beg for it.” He commands and you do likewise.
His eyes widen and cheeks tint a light shade of pink when realises what you are reading. However, his smirk returns a minute later as he grabs the phone out of your hand and teasingly flashes it in front of your face.
“Kookie, give it back!” You demand.
He snickers at you. He had always known that you loved exploring new things every once in a while. What he hadn't thought is that you had meant those words in every possible sense.
“Kookie!” You whine again.
“Beg for it.” He quotes the exact words he had said in the fanfiction and your eyes widen in horror.
He has actually read it.
The colour drains from your face and you lower your gaze in embarrassment, licking your lips anxiously.
“You really want this, don't you?” He asks in a serious tone but all you can do is stare at his bare chest and the perfectly-defined abs. Your gaze darkens and you look away shyly.
He puts your phone into his pocket as he approaches you, his arms coming down to rest at your hips. “Come on Y/N, beg for it.”
A/N: I really need some holy water right now O_O
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Prompt 35: “About the baby…Its yours.”
Title: A Promise of Forever
Pairing: Jimin X Reader
Rating: T
Summary:“That's Park Jimin. Never catch his eye. He's nothing but trouble.” Your friend had specifically told you. And yet somehow you ended-up being pregnant with his child.
The only question is: Will he accept this?
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The minute Park Jimin and his brother-like bestfriend, Kim Taehyung enter the classroom, you bury your face into the book that you've been trying to focus on for a while now. You stare hard at the calculus questions, hoping that the shorter guy of the two won't notice you.But he does. He glances around the whole room as if he is actually searching for you and on spotting you alone at the back, he smirks and waves. And just as he does that, almost all your classmates whip their heads in your direction.
Instinctively, you sink further into the bench, wishing for it to swallow you whole because you can still feel it— his sharp gaze fixated upon your form, the smirk never leaving his face, a silent reminder of what happened last week.The memory is still fresh in your mind— a very vivid memory of him ploughing into you like a hound, aggressive and strong. No matter how many times you blink your eyes shut to rid yourself of the vision, it doesn't leave. It keeps coming back along with all the sounds you made and all the sensations you felt whilst writhing in ecstasy underneath him as you both rode your orgasm.
“That's Park Jimin. Never catch his eye. He's nothing but trouble.” Your friend had specifically told you during the second week since you joined.
That's Park Jimin.
Park Jimin.
Trouble.
Trouble.
Trouble.
The words keep echoing in your head for it was merely minutes after those words were uttered that you had accidentally bumped into him. He had been kind enough to help you up and like every other girl, you felt touched by the act of chivalry. What you didn't realise was that you had unintentionally caught his attention in that moment. And after that one random time, your encounters with him increased. From simple exchange of glances during the lectures to brushing of hands in the corridors, everything began happening way too much to be taken as coincidences.
“Don't look back.” Your friend had said to you every time he glanced or smiled at you. Yet you did. You returned all of his flirty gestures with innocent blushes and shy smiles.
And then came that fateful night— the night that you attended your very first college party. Somehow you lost your friend in the crowd of all those wild students. Somehow Jimin chanced upon you at that very moment. And from there, all it took him was a small talk accompanied by a few shots of the alcoholic cocktails to get you in bed, gasping beneath him (just as he had wanted).
A sigh escapes your trembling lips as you try to shake the memory out of your head and focus on calculus instead. To your utter dismay, a shuffling of feet is heard and as you tilt your head up from the book, you find Park Jimin walking towards you, that triumphant smirk ever present on his face.
Adrenaline kicks in at this very instant. You grab your books with one hand whilst the other you use to sling your bag to your shoulder and dash out of the classroom, right past him.
A feeling of nausea engulfs your thin form as you lurch out the contents of your stomach into the girls' washroom. Heavy sobs make your shoulders shudder, endless tears staining the porcelain skin of your cheeks. You didn't ask for this. You didn't want any of this. You were supposed to enrol in this college and study throughout for a proper career. Yet somehow, you ended up sleeping with one of the most infamous guys in your year and landed yourself into this pathetic predicament. It's not that you are disgusted by the prospect of carrying a child at such a young age, it's just that you are afraid of all the changes that will occur in your life because of this unborn being.
You splash water over your pale face and the door to the washroom opens at the same time. It's your friend. She looks at you as if she can look right into your soul, her brows furrowing.
“Y/N..”
“I'm scared.” Your eyes widen as you admit this in words, fresh tears now streaming down your eyelids.
You are pulled into a soft, comforting hug as your friend begins stroking your hair. “If it's hurting you so much, why don't you just let go of this..why don't you just take an abortion?” She suggests without any malicious intent for the child.
You smile a sad smile at her. Had it been this easy, you'd have done it already instead of sobbing and shedding tears.
“It's not this simple.” You tell her with a shake of your head, “This little life is a part of my own self. I've grown attached to it.” You wipe the tears off your face as you speak this. “Besides, it's not this baby's fault.”
She sighs in understanding. “Then..you must atleast tell him.” She states, squeezing your shoulder gently in assurance and you nod your head in agreement even though you know that you never will.
Fortunately, you manage to pass the whole day without running into any problems and dash out the college the minute your last class gets over. There's no need for you to turn and check because you are sure that a lot of eyes are watching your movements. They always do. They've been doing it for a week now ever since that ominous night.
A small smile forms on your lips the instant you step out of the main gates, away from all the mocking stares only to be pulled to the side by someone.As soon as you catch sight of a mess of blonde hair, you try to free your wrist from the person's grip but they don't even flinch.
“Please Jimin-”
He raises his hand to stop you and questions you instead, “What's wrong with you?”
The timid look in your eyes vanishes instantly and you narrow your gaze at him. How can he? No. How dare he!? After everything that has transpired between the two of you, he has the audacity to ask such a thing!?
“What's wrong with me? ME?” You ask, pointing an index finger at yourself.
“What's wrong with you?” You shout in his face, poking a finger into his chest, “Going around fucking a new girl every week and then leaving her just like that because no one questions you! No one ever questions Park Jimin and Kim Taehyung's actions!”
“I have no idea what you're talking about!” He says, a look of confusion flashing in his mesmerizing brown eyes. “You're acting as if I’m some kind of a jerk fuckboy and-”
“Well because that is exactly what you are!” You shout in his face, squaring up your shoulders.
“oh well I think I'm not!” He creases his brows in annoyance, staring down at you.
“I’M PREGNANT!” You yell out in panic, tears now brimming your eyes as you look directly at him.
It takes a moment for you to understand but when you do, your eyes widen in horror. To angrily yell at someone is one thing. But to let your tongue slip in the midst of your raging emotions is plain stupid.
Contrary to you, his eyes narrow slightly at your odd argumentative response and he asks, “What?”
It's funny how just hours ago you had fake-promised your bestfriend that you'd tell him. And even though a part of you still doesn't want to, you know that he deserves to be told. “I’m pregnant, Jimin.” You repeat the words, letting them sink deep into his mind and yours as well.
His eyes widen now and he steps back shakily, passing a hand through his hair. “Y/N..I..” He finds himself dumfounded at such a revelation amidst an argument.
“..and it's yours.” You add in a hushed tone, defeating the remaining bits of his doubts.
He nods his head absentmindedly, his brain too busy comprehending what you just confessed. The whole night came back to his memories like wildfire— him finding you all by yourself at the party, him offering you a few drinks, him guiding you towards an empty room at the place, the keyword being him. He admits that he found a chance and exploited it but he had never meant to take advantage of you. He just wanted to get close to you. He has been wanting to ever since you bumped into him that day and he even made sure to drop a lot of hints. Though he had never expected his simple crushing to lead you into a pregnancy.
Panic takes over his semblance and he begins rambling, “I’m so sorry, Y/N. Did you tell your parents? Are you alright? Do you-”
You raise a hand at his face, signalling him to stop. “It's alright. You don't need to be kind to me just because it's your child.”
“No. You're taking it offensively. I’m not-”
You interrupt him yet again, “I said it's alright. You're not the only one at fault. I should've thought before spreading my legs for you-”
“Stop right there.” He warns, placing his palm over your lips. He's okay with you demeaning him for things he had never intended to happen but he's completely against you talking about your own self in such a vulgar manner. Ofcourse he knows that he isn't the only one who let it happen. Both of you are equally responsible in this matter. But that doesn't give you the right to degrade your own self especially when you are in fact a really good person in his eyes.
As he can notice how sensitive you've become over everything, which he's guessing is the effect of the pregnancy, he tries to approach the situation as politely as humanely possible for him. “You've been avoiding me. Why?” He asks the one thing that has been bugging him the whole week.
From what Jimin can recall, you both shared a long night full of passionate love-making and slept in each-other's arms right afterwards. He had savoured every moment of it, made sure to keep his eyes on you so that he could capture and store how beautiful you looked molded together with him. But the very next morning when he woke up, he felt no presence next to him. How he had wished you were there so he could hold you close in those comforting wee hours of dawn but you had already left him.
Left. With a lot of questions and doubts.
“Tell me Y/N, why did you leave?” He asks again, now slightly agitated by the memory.
“When?” You ask, acting oblivious.
“You know exactly when!” He yells, a new emotion stirring within his brown orbs.
“I..” You stare dubiously at nothing in particular, his intense gaze awaiting an explanation. “..because I was told that is how you do things.” You answer, using as little words as possible.
“Do things?” He narrows his gaze on your lowered eyelids, urging a more detailed explanation.
“Things like..how you don't do relationships but only one-night stands. You and your friend Taehyung.” You mumble out the exact rumours that you've heard from your bestfriend and half of the college.
He lowers his head and sighs, staring at his feet. “So it's about this? I see..” He nods to himself. Taehyung has told him many times about a few rumours circulating around the college, all of which point at them using women for fun. Unlike being worried like his bestfriend, Jimin has been brushing them off because he believes that people who know him will never think of him this way.
“So you chose to have more faith inwhat other's havesaid and you never thought about directly addressing the topic to me?” His eyes are teary and full of disappointment when he looks back up at you. It's really disheartening because he likes you..he likes you so damn much but apparently, you don't see him for anything more than just another popular guy who's into no-strings attached kind of bonds.
“..that night..” he begins to speak again since it doesn't seem like you want to, “..that night I had actually had a good time talking to you. I was honest with every word that was spilled out from my lips and yet..you've spoiled it for me..for us..”
You feel yourself being weighed down into the ground.
“Jimin I..I didn't know.” You try to reason and he laughs mockingly at you.
“You didn't know? You didn't know what? That I'm nothing like the rumours you heard about me? Or that I actually like you?” He asks, a tear now rolling down his cheek.
He scoffs darkly before wiping his eyes and looking straight at you. “You know what hurts? That even after all those meaningful eye-contacts, the conversation we had that night and..everything else that happened, you still didn't trust me. That someone I thought of as a good person actually chose to believe more in some stupid,conjured-up rumours about my character instead of directly confronting me..” He points at himself, hurt replaced by anger, “..and you know what hurts the most, Y/N?!”
You look-up to meet his blazing eyes and he bites his quivering lip as he speaks,“..that I still want you...”
Guilt jabs at your heart. You lift a hand and weakly place it on that rapidly beating muscle underneath your chest. It's ridiculous how you've been victimising yourself since the beginning when in fact you are the bad guy in this situation. He has spoken nothing but absolute truth. From the day he bumped into you, you played along with his flirtatious behaviour just because you yourself were enjoying it. You let him on, made him believe that he was actually getting somewhere, that he was really managing to win your heart when in reality you were simply doing it on a whim. You were getting the undivided attention of one of the heartthrobs of the college and you were enjoying being wooed by him. You were too lost in the thrill of it all that you failed to notice how you hurt him when you left him that morning without even so much as an amiable goodbye.
Tears begin flowing down your eyes as your memories remind you of today's events. What you had assumed to be an evil smirk was actually him giving you a genuine smile. He wasn't acting proud about anything. And no, he wasn't taunting you when he walked towards your seat. He was trying to solve this matter just like he has been since the past seven days. Yet you chose to support your preconceived notions and ignore him.
You are in the wrong. Yes you definitely are but you also have your reasons. It may not be his first time getting to know a girl but it certainly has been your first. There were many a times when you had simply wanted to believe in him and give it a try. But all those floating rumours and your own insecurities, lowered your little ounce of confidence even further. For a guy like Jimin to fall for you, is something that you've only witnessed in fiction, not the real world. So yeah..your own fears didn't allow you to give him a chance.
“I’m sorry, Jimin. I’m really sorry that I left you cause I like you too.” You admit, feeling like the dumbest person around, “That morning..I didn't want to leave but I was so scared that you might never accept a girl like me that I..”
You wipe your face and keep your gaze fixated on the ground, unable to meet his eyes, “..and then two days later, I found out about..” You stroke your stomach, indicating about the child that you are carrying. A long sigh leaves your lips as you continue on, “And that's when I began feeling it..”
His eyes narrow again, “Feeling? Feeling what?”
“Their eyes..” You answer, “Everyone's eyes on me. It's like they all know. They kept- they keep staring at me like they are judging me..like I’m this damned slu-”
He stops your words yet another time now, his palm once again placed over your lips.
“Don't you dare use that word.” He commands with a shake of his head, “Your actions may have hurt me but that doesn't give anyone including yourself the right to disrespect you.”
Your eyes widen, tears endlessly streaming down your cheeks. You feel like the most horrible person in this world. Park Jimin is nothing like how your friend or your college's other students had described him. If anything, he is the epitome of an angel. He is hurt because of your insecurities and yet, he is kind enough to say such a thing to you. His attractive looks and popularity may give off the vibe of that dishonest, arrogant, fuckboy but he isn't. He is a rare specimen of one those imperfectly perfect fictional men whom every woman dreams of.
“I..how can you?” You ask in between sobs, “How can you say such nice things even after what I did to you..even after how I made you feel?”
He smiles slightly, licking his lips before he speaks, “I can be so kind because you are a good person even after what you did.”
You stare at him in awe. Is he even real?
“Plus,” he adds, pressing his lips together to form a pout, “You just confessed that you like me.”
A soft giggle escapes your lips and you shake your head in disbelief. He giggles right back and quirks his brows. “What? I didn't drag you to the sidewalk to argue with you. I had grabbed your wrist a few minutes ago in hopes of making peace with you.”
You look up at him, shock evident in your watery eyes, “Jimin I..I don't understand..”
“Uh..,” He begins, stepping closer to you, reaching his palm-out to lay it flat against your stomach, “Y/N, I think we need a fresh start. I like you and you like me as well. So how about we both give this baby of ours a good life.”
Tears slide down your eyelids again and you sob out, “You-You don't want me to take an abortion?”
Mistakes may have happened between the two of you. You may not have gotten a proper start but this doesn't mean that you both should give-up so easily and spoil everything for this innocent life growing in your womb. Jimin wants to prove that he isn't what this college thinks of him and his friend. He wants to prove that second chances are rewarded for a reason. So what if you both fucked it up (literally) on your first time. You two can still attempt to accept each-other and get it right this time.
He shakes his head in negation in response to your query and starts gently stroking your womb that hasn't swelled-up yet. “Y/N, let's forgive and forget. And restart.” He suggests firmly.
“Will you be my girlfriend?” He asks in a tone as sincere as his gaze.
You fidget your fingers anxiously as you stare deep into his eyes “Are you sure you want this?” You ask, gesturing in-between you two.
He sighs then and smiles, this time a much brighter smile, “What did I say awhile ago? I still want you..And I always will.” He affirms sweetly, pulling your smaller palms into his own.
“So Y/N, will you be my girlfriend?” He repeats his proposal and this time, you don't hold back because of any false rumours or your dark insecurities. This time you nod your head eagerly at him, your own lips curving up into a beautiful smile. He takes the sign and moves forward, sealing his lips with yours in a promise of forever..
A/N: So yeah..please forgive me if it's too cheesy. Or if it's not cheesy enough. I tried my best. Hope its up to your expectations..:3
And I know Jimin didn’t exactly propose for marriage but believe they had a happy ending. I can write a short sequel if anyone asks..:3
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I was hoping you could do a reaction of BTS where their s/o gets ticklish while things are getting heated ☺️☺️☺️
A/N: Lolz, why not X3We all have a certain tickle spot. Or atleast that’s what I think.Well, here you go.*WARNING!* A COMBO OF HOT + FLUFFY AHEAD! 😆
BTS reactions to you getting ticklishwhen things start heating-up
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Namjoon
You jumped into the arms of your lovingboyfriend the minute he stepped inside the house. Namjoon just chuckled and peckedyour lips. But when he felt you wrapping your legs around his torso, grindingyour core against him, his member instantly began reacting and he groaned.
“Has my baby been waiting for me to play?”He muttered huskily in your ear and you nodded happily.
He patted your butt and began biting along yourneck, making you moan and rub your heated centre over his hardening tool. Youreyes closed in rapture and just as you began relaxing more, his tongue lingeredacross your shoulder. Immediately, you shuddered and toppled out of his armsonto the cold floor.
“Hehe” You giggled in embarrassment, “Ittickled when you touched there.”
He scratched his head awkwardly, not surewhat to do.
Seokjin
You and Jin were engaged in a pretty heatedmake-out session, his fingers digging into the softness of your thighs. Slowly,you glided your arms around his neck, arching your back more towards him.Instinctively his hands snaked-up towards your legs but just as they brushedthe sides of your waist, you whimpered. The motion of his lips against yoursstopped and he pulled back to look at you.
“Is that..?” He questioned, wiggling hisbrows mischievously.
Terrified of his expression, you rapidlyshook your head. “Nope! Not at all!”
“Yep! It is.” He said, brushing his fingersalong the side of your waist, making you shiver and squeal.
And just as your body’s response confirmedhis suspicions, he smirked evilly to ensue his tickling torture, forgettingabout the kissing altogether.
Yoongi
You were pushed against the wall as Yoongibegan undoing the buttons of your shirt. He had been working all day and aftera whole day of labour, ravaging you was the best way for him to relax andunwind.
As he dragged you along with him and pushedyou onto the plush mattresses of the bed, he captured your lips with his. Hishands roamed all over your form, tingling every bit that he touched. And justas you closed your eyes and moaned into the kiss, hands gripping the ends ofhis silky locks, you jumped.
“What?!” He groaned at being interrupted inthe midst of such a heated moment. But you just pushed him off of yourself and foldedyour legs into a sitting position. Somewhere during your make-out session hehad accidentally touched the underside of your feet, making you flinch becauseof the ticklish skin.
“Um..sorry?” You scratched your cheeksheepishly.
“Sorry?!” He whined and narrowed his eyeslike an angry, little kitty.
You giggled at his behaviour and poked yourfingers randomly into his torso. “Oh come on, Yoongs.” You cooed, continuing topoke him as he tried to pry your hands away from him. “Everyone has a ticklespot somewhere.”
When he shook his head in disagreement, youwiggled your fingers along his navel, making him shiver. A victorious smirkcurved upon your lips as you spoke, “Evenyou.”
Hoseok
Hoseok pulled you into his lap the minutehe returned from his dance practice, hungry for a taste of you. He began undoingyour shirt, his lips kissing along your skin. You coiled all of a sudden when hishand touched the mid of your back. He stopped to flash you one of his quirkedbrows.
“Sorry I’m just a little ticklish there.”You explained.
He simply nodded and went back to his taskof discarding your clothes, not at all making any comments about you beingticklish. And as he slid your skirt down to the floor and pulled you flushagainst himself, his lips moved to your ears.
“Being ticklish won’t save you from this.”He whispered as he bit onto your bottom lip for an open-mouthed kiss, making youcomply obediently.
Jimin
You crawled on top of Jimin the minute helaid down on the bed because that is how he likes it— you on top of him, ridinghim like a good girl. His hands immediately reached for your milky thighs and ablush crept upon your cheeks as his fingers began massaging the soft skin. You’vealready been intimate with him a few times but every time he touches your legs, yourheart starts racing.
“Your legs are so pretty, babygirl.” Hesaid, palms beginning to caress along the back of your legs.“But they look evenprettier when you’re on top of me.”
And just as his palms brushed over yourcalves, you shivered and tried fidgeting off of his grasp.
“Ohh Chubs, are you ticklish there?”Heasked, a hint of excitement in his brown irises and you simply nodded shyly.
Jimin gently pushed you off himself andreached for his cellphone at the side table. You watched as he swiped his thumbacross the screen a few times before focusing it on you.Crawling back closer toyou, he brought out his remaining free hand and began to stroke your calf in aslow motion, making you jitter and giggle slightly.
“Wait!” You said, your hand reaching forhis phone, “You’re recording this, aren’t you?”
He chuckled cutely and raised the phonehigher, “Ofcourse I am! You’re so cute!”
Taehyung
You moaned as Taehyung pushed you into thecouch, crawling on top of you. From the top of your forehead, he kissed everyinch of your skin, his hands fumbling impatiently with the straps of yourdress. You helped him out of his shirt as he managed to remove your dress andbegan trailing kisses along your chest. You moaned louder when he startednibbling on certain portions and slowly turned you over so you laid flat onyour stomach. His arms came to rest around your slender waist and his headdipped in for a taste of your back. He nipped at the skin of your shoulders,his teeth slowly reaching for your neck. And just as his lips made contact withyour nape, you jolted.
“Oh no!” Taehyung stood up and stared atyour nape as he asked, “Are you alright, Jagi-ah? Did I hurt you?”
You turned around underneath him andencircled him within your arms. The fear was evident in his eyes so you smiledat him in assurance. “It’s nothing, Tae. It’s just my tickle spot.”
“Are you sure?” He asked adorably, his eyesgetting bigger in anticipation.
You giggled at his innocent behaviour evenin the midst of doing something so promiscuous. “Yes, I’m sure.”
He nodded and smiled, bending his head tokiss your lips.
Jungkook
You found your boyfriend lost in his gameagain. Overwatch, was it? Jungkook loves that game and he doesn’t like beingdisturbed yet you still approached him, hoping to gain his attention.Standingbehind his chair, you smoothened your arms across his chest and planted achaste kiss on his neck. He sighed, slightly annoyed by your intrusion but whenhe turned back to meet your pouted lips, he paused his game and pulled you intohis lap.
“I’ll have to punish you for this.” Hesaid, his arms tightening around your thin waist. You smiled naughtily inresponse and he pulled at the centre of your top, literally ripping it in half. Hedelved his head eagerly into your awaiting chest, kissing and licking along apath from your neck all the way to the valley between your breasts. Your breathhitched, not because of his lingering touches but because of the weirdsensation that coursed through your form.
His lips touched your mid again and thistime, you actually pushed him back.
“What the fuck!?” He glared in irritation.
“It tickles there.” You reasoned, strokingthe sensitive skin to ease yourself.
“Seriously!” This time he pouted inannoyance and forced you off his lap, biting the inside of his cheek as heresumed his game. Great! He had finally chosen you over his game and yourticklish skin spoiled it all. Now you’ll have to go through the trouble of dealingwith his childish tantrums for most of the day, waiting for him to forgive you.
A/N: Hope it was upto your expectations..:3And I hope you send in more such requests :D
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Hewwo :3 Can I request a sad imagine where Tae's girlfriend's father has died recently and she secludes herself completly from him or any direct communication from others? Being the type of girl who always suppress her feelings and keep her emotions accumulated, she finally break down in his embrace during a panic attack. Stay hydrated and always remember that your beautiful sweetheart 💖 THANK YOU 😘😘
A/N: Thank you for your kind words ♥
It’s not exactly what you had requested but I still hope you enjoy reading this..:3
Title:Share the Pain
Pairing:Taehyung X Reader
Summary:After your father’s unexpected death, you isolate yourself from the world dueto your sorrow but you fail to notice that by doing this, you are hurting yourboyfriend too.
Genre:K+
Words: 1.8k
You walk into the bathroom, rubbing at thewetness in your eyes with your already tear-moist palms. As you look up to havea glimpse at your reflection in the mirror, you yourself feel shocked, unableto recognize the person staring back at you. Well..with these lifeless,bloodshot eyes, running nose and chapped lips resting over an equally paleface, no one is going to be able to recognize you. And you blame it on the God.Of all the people in this whole wide world, why are only you chosen to suffer?Why has only your father been taken away from you? It’s utterly unfair. You arestill too young to lose him.
You open the water tap at the basin andsplash cold water over your dead face. You have loved both your parents equallybut it’s obvious that you have always been your daddy’s lil princess. Soofcourse, it’s extremely hard for you to accept the fact that he is actually gonefrom your life forever.
Walking back to your bedroom as you wipeyour face dry, your eyes fall upon the small, vibrating object in one corner ofthe room— your cellphone. It has been three days since the funeral..three dayssince you contacted anyone. You still remember how you had run back to yoursmall apartment after the ceremony was over and thrown your phone in that exactsame spot where it is lying right now. You watch it buzz for the sixteenth timetoday, a caller id on display and finally head towards the abandoned object.
The call disconnects just as you pick upyour cellphone from the floor. You unlock the phone and stare at the incredibleamount of missed calls that you’ve received in these past three days from amixture of your family, friends and boyfriend. There are a total of 249 calls, morethan hundred of them being from your boyfriend alone. It’s not that he is obsessiveor anything, he is simply concerned about you. And why wouldn’t he be? You’venot spoken a word to even a single soul ever since your father’s death.Usuallyyou would’ve smiled at him worrying, smiled because of his cuteness but nottoday. Silence and solitude are your preferred companions in such grievoustimes.Your father’s departure has created a void in your heart..an emptiness thatyou are unable to fill or cope with. You feel so lost that even your lover’sconcern doesn’t move you.
A moment passes with you staring at these missedcalls and your boyfriend’s name over each one of them. Instead of pressing thecall icon, you scroll along to check the latest caller. To your surprise, it’snot from your beloved boyfriend but his best friend. It’s weird because herarely calls you. With bare interest, you continue to scroll around finding acouple of voicemails, the latest one also being from your man’s best friend.You tap to play the message and it begins in a hushed tone.
“Hey!Y/N..it’s me, Park Jimin. I know you know that it’s weird because I hardly evercall you but this..this is serious. Y/N..it’s-it’s about Taetae. He’s noteating. He’s not sleeping. He’s been like this ever since your father-well youget it. He’s not even speaking to us. And I’m worried sick!”
The mail ends. Taking in a long breath, youplay the next one.
“Y/Nwhere are you? Tae said you aren’t taking his calls. God! Please respond tohim. Please! He acts all strong in front of me but I know just how scared he isright now..Look I don’t believe in many things, especially not things like truelove. But what I do believe in is..Taehyungie and You. Damn you guys! You areso perfect for each other that it makes me want to puke. But at the sametime..I admire it. I admire what you two share. And I’d hate it if you two losethis. So please..for my sake, for the sake of my beliefs, talk to him. Talk andtell him that you still cherish him because I can’t stay another day like this,watching him slumped in one corner, pining over you..”
The message ends with a desperate sigh fromJimin’s end and you find ten more unread voicemails from him. Yet instead ofdoing what the guy has requested you to, you toss the phone on your bed,yourself plopping down into the plush mattresses and closing your eyes.
.
.
You open your eyes at the sensation of yourcellphone buzzing near your face. Blinking your eyes a few times to adjust tothe dimness of your room, you sit up on the bed and look out the window. Thesun is already descending below the horizon. A sense of numbness courses throughyour whole being, a horrid tightness clutching at your throat. The sorrow hasnow turned into this feeling of nothingness where you are unable to experienceany emotion. The whole room looks like it has doubled in size, intimidating you,making you cower in paranoia.
A loud, banging noise rouses you out fromyour frightful state and you realize that someone is desperately knocking atyour door. Your eyes flicker at the glowing screen of your cellphone but beforeyou can even check the name of the caller, the banging gets harsher.
“Jagi-ah, please open the door!”
It’s the deep voice that belongs to noneother than your boyfriend of one year— Kim Taehyung. Your eyes widen slightlyand you look at your cellphone to find that he is the one calling you andknocking simultaneously.Fragments of Jimin’s voicemails begin ringing in yourears.
“Y/N..”
“PleaseY/N..”
“Idon’t believe in true love..”
“Heis acting strong but I know he is scared!”
“Pleaserespond to him!”
“Ibelieve in Taehyungie and You.”
“Y/N..”
“Y/N..”
“Y/N..”
You crouch onto the floor, holding yourhead between your palms as the whole room..no your vision begins spinning anddizzying. A strong ache arises in your forehead, the image of your father’slast breath flashing before your eyes along with Jimin’s words echoing in yourmind. Engulfed by fear and hopelessness, you move your fingers into your hair,pulling at the ends to ease some tension. A pained screech leaves yourshuddering lips as fresh tears brim your tightly-shut eyes.
“Y/N! Jagi!” You hear someone calling andit takes you a few moments to distinguish it from the voices in your head.Taehyung. It’s him! It’s your boyfriend.
Your eyes flutter open and you gatherenough strength to walk out of your bedroom. At this point, you are goingcrazy. The numbness is choking you and you want an outlet..a normalcy of somekind. You approach the knob to the main door but just as your fingers curlaround it, you feel afraid. You feel so afraid of him. Afraid about how mad hewill be at you for blocking him out of your life for three long days. Afraidthat he isn’t here to talk but to end this relationship once and for all.Afraid that he is too disgusted to ever see you again.
Your fingers recede from the knob in defeatbut his words stir some hope in your heart “I really love you, I swear!” Heconfesses in a broken sort of tone, “Just please..let me in…”
And this is all it takes for you to run tothe door and ram it open. Immediately your eyes meet his and you notice howdisheveled he looks—his usually fluffy hair is tousled, eyes surrounded bythick, dark circles, lips trembling and whole form slouched. He too takes inyour messed state, takes in how pale you’ve turned, how thin you have becomewithin a short span of just three days. All his emotions unleash and he tacklesyou in a hug, his large form enveloping your smaller one as the two of youtumble to the floor. You feel the numbness fade out of your being, completely pushedout by his warmth.
“I know you are hurting.” He says, breakingthe silence after a few moments, “But you should know that we’re in thistogether. If you are happy, I’m even more. And when you are in pain, I want tofeel it too. So please, from now on let’s always share our pains, okay?” Heasks as softly as he can and you nod your head vigorously. Even after how youtreated him in these days, he is being so kind to you. You don’t deserve this.You don’t deserve his generosity. You don’t deserve him and yet you still wanthim.
He pulls back, tears starting to well both youreyes. Seeing him in such a vulnerable state crumbles you. All your walls comeundone and you begin sobbing hysterically in his arms, shoulders shaking,breath hitching. “Tae” You mumble from your quivering lips, “Tae, I’m so sorry!Please don’t leave me. Please Tae, don’t leave me!-”
He hushes you to a stop, his lips brushingagainst yours in a chaste kiss. “I won’t leave you.” He says and continues inassurance, “I really love you, Y/N. I will never be mad at you or judge you foryour actions. Just make sure you return my feelings.”
You nod your head frantically, “I’m sosorry, Tae. I love you too. I’m so stupid I behaved this way. It’s just..I’m unableto express myself.”
He smiles, wiping your face clean with hispalms and then wipes his own tears away. In this very moment, you come tounderstand exactly how much serious Jimin had been when he had said that Tae wasworried about you. You realize that this man right here will never leave youfor something like this. But this means that you need to try and change yourselffor him as well.
You wipe your reddening nose and look intohis eyes sincerely, “Taehyung-ah, I promise I will try to be more open about myfeelings from now on.”
His lips motion to form his signaturebox-smile and he pulls you into another hug, stroking your back to relax you. “Thankyou, Jagi-ah.”
You encircle your arms around him, buryingyour face in his chest, your teary face wetting his shirt.The comfortablesilence is broken by the synchronized grumbling of your stomachs. He chucklesat this and you smile sheepishly.
“Guess we both need to eat something andthen..if you want to..we can talk about your father, okay?” He suggests sweetlyand you hum in agreement, pecking his lips as you both get up from the floor.
“Um..Tae?” You speak-up, “Make sure youtalk to Jimin as well.”
It merely takes him a second to understandthat his cute, best-friend must’ve called you. “Ah, I will.”
For some unknown reason, you halt at thekitchen and jump back into his arms to which he responds equally eagerly,kissing you all over your face.
“I love you.” You whisper.
“I love you too.” He whispers back.
A/N: Too Angsty? Too Cheesy? Well, I tried.
I hope you liked it. And I hope you’ll request more fics in the future..:3
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Hi, i want to ask if loving him is already finished? Also I love your work ❤
Hi there I haven’t been active for so long due to some stress issues so yeah, I kinda abandoned this blog and all the unfinished fics here.
But don’t worry I’ll update Loving Him soon.
And I’m really glad you support my fics 😊
Loving Him [4]
Genre: Angst, Fluff, Romance, Smut
Pairing: Badboy Jimin X Reader
Summary: Loving someone who doesn’t return it is caustic and yet you are unable to stop yourself from falling deeper and deeper for this enigmatic man you came across one warm summer.
Rating: M
A/N: I know I said this will be fluff but now that I am back, I’ve made certain changes to the originally intended one and so, yeah..expect mild smut in the coming chapters..XD
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Part 4
With the end of your two-week long moping, comes Monday morning. A morning you had always hated in the past. A Monday that you’d never in your wildest dreams expected to be this cheerful. But this is different, for this Monday you are officially ready to get rid of the mysterious boy named Park Jimin. You are finally ready to let go of whatever momentary attraction you had felt for him and move on.
Removing the warm blanket from your form, you literally bounce out of the bed in your underwear. And as you make your way out the room, you pull on your favorite oversized T-shirt and get into the kitchen. Today really is going to be a better day. You reassure yourself as you stretch your limbs and put your favorite playlist on cellphone to shuffle, swaying your hips to the rhythm of the random songs.
“I like how it feels!” You yell along to the lyrics of Enrique’s song as you cook yourself a delicious breakfast of eggs and bacon.
You really like how it feels. You feel better.. Because finally the summer break is over and with it, all thoughts of Park Jimin. Your classes are reopening from today onwards and you’re excited (and thankful) to begin your last year in high school.
To begin with, why were you even so entranced by this Park Jimin? Like, what has he even done for you? You literally saw him for a day and that too, for mere hours. Actually, he shouldn’t mean anything to you. Yes! He shouldn’t and he won’t.
Donning the school uniform again makes you feel so much better. It gives you more willpower and a sense of glee you didn’t know you had been missing. Seriously why were you all sullen over a guy you barely know?!
As you walk through the premises of the school, a breeze tickles your skin, making your skirt flutter with it and you realize that summer really is gone..
Now, it’s time for the rains…
A feeling of joy tingles your whole form and instinctively, you close your eyes to enjoy this welcoming change in weather.
“Y/N!”
A voice calls you out and you turn around to come face-to-face with the bright smile of Jeon Jungkook, vice-captain of the football team. You had completely forgotten about him and your other friends this summer. Damn. You really need to return to your old lifestyle.
“Hi Kookie” You wave a hand and smile.
“We’re taking in new members today so um..” He scratches his neck, his head cocked sideways in an act of shyness, “I hope you’ll come and watch?”
You smile at him. This sweet, junior of yours has always liked you. It’s obvious. It has always been obvious to you. Sadly though, you don’t return the sentiment. But now..you think you must reconsider and give this young man a chance.
“Sure! I’ll see you there.” You give him another polite smile and excuse yourself.
It‘s about time you actually start enjoying your high school life as you are supposed to. Even if it involves dating someone younger than you. A flash of brown crosses your vision for a fleeting moment but you immediately brush it aside. You will move on…
With your hands busy shuffling through the multiple things in your locker and your eyes skimming across your class schedule, you make a mental note to find your friends during lunch break. You need to catch up with everyone, hear their stories and gossips. And you also have to attend those football try-outs that Jungkook has invited you for. For a moment you wonder if it’ll be okay to drag your friends along. Hmmm… Or maybe he wants you to come alone? Wait what if-
“I said get the fuck outta ma way!”
Some unknown dude shouts and you flinch, resulting in your hands shaking, which further leads to the fall of your books on the floor. Great! You kneel down to collect them, the dude yelling even more profanities at some other guy. A long sigh leaves your lips. Your very first lecture of the day is about to start and you don’t want these kind of bad words crossing your mind during it.
But just as you stand back up and arch your face towards the shouting dude, your eyes fall upon a beautiful shade of blue locks and a voice that begins sounding more and more familiar by every passing second. No.. No it can’t be. You try convincing yourself with a quick shake of your head but the view before you boldly denies your thought.
And so with a sudden anxiousness bubbling in your form, you mumble, “J..Jimin?”
The man turns around and just as you had expected, your eyes take in the beautiful sight of Park Jimin, standing merely a few metres from you, his brown hair now dyed into a light shade of blue. There are nicks and cuts on his impeccable face, a bruise at the left corner of his lips. Yes, it is indeed Park Jimin. Injured. Different. Beautiful.
He stares at you with narrowed brows, the one’s you had witnessed on a warm morning two weeks ago when he had pinned you down on your bed. (You still have no idea why or how he had that sudden change in his personality.) Slowly his brows smooth down as recognition swims through his mind and you faintly hear another curse rolling off his lips before he literally launches himself at you.
A/N: So yeah.. this is written very plainly and its short :/
Plus, I ended this on a very bad place but I swear I’ll update as soon as I can..:)
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