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“You know, I would’ve swallowed,” you muse, loving the way Jimin’s expression darkens once again.

“I guess we’ll just have to do that next time,” he smirks, causing you to become speechless.

Wow...

Just thinking about this story as I type this makes me get butterflies. I haven’t read a lot of flight attendant fics, but this one definetly takes a more sultry spin on them. Your writing is so easy to follow and it’s just as easy to immerse myself in the world of these characters. Watch their desires unfold, especially for Jimin who had a more forward approach. And although you don’t realize it until the end, I really loved the fact that Jimin was a CEO. It was a nice touch all things considered and I just really enjoyed reading this story. It was a nice getaway from the stress of this week.

Thank you so much Gabby!! It’s been a while since I’ve read a work from your masterlist, but I’m glad that I was able to find you again and continue reading your stories. Thank you so much again!!💕

5280 feet (m)

“Never in your life have you met such a cocky, yet still strangely attractive, person. His words really struck a chord in you, and now you really can’t stop imagining your legs wrapped around him…or his cock in your mouth.”

[jimin x flight attendant!reader]

genre: mile high club!au, smut, slight pwp, some humor, some fluff (if you squint)

word count: 5.8k

rating: mature

warnings: uhhhh unprotected airplane sex lmao, fingering, oral, cum shot, more unprotected sex, creampie, mentions of alcohol, language

a/n: please tell me i’m not the only one who fantasizes about being a member of the mile high club?? LOL. i planned this fic a while ago, but forgot about it until yesterday. and surprisingly, all 5k+ came pretty naturally; of course, i never intended it to be 5k lol. the plot just kept continuing. xoxo

“I think one of these days, I’m just going to collapse and die,” you say, taking a sip of your coffee. It tasted dark and bitter—much like your mood right now.

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“Awww, do you want me to make it better, baby?”

I can’t believe that I didn’t read this sooner because wow...wwwwoooooowwwww Dae. This was such a good story!! Like, I’ve read few cam fics here and there but this one took it to a whole new level. I never thought that reading about Jungkook in a thong would be such a turn on. And you had BOTH sub!jimin and sub!jungkook!!! As if my my heart couldn’t take them both!!!!

“I l-love begging for you.” His voice sounds echoey, but in his lust-ridden mind, he can’t make sense of anything else other than you, you, you.

I honestly just can’t get over this line tbh.

I also really loved how charismatic and witty the main character was. The fact that she basically knew the entire time and the last line literally made my heart stop alongside Jungkook’s. She’s so evil, but that was so incredibly sexy and charming. I just loved them both and the pinning between them in their sexting, and so now I can only hope now that Jungkook has the guts to just tell everything to her. 

Thank you so much Dae for writing this beautiful story. I really enjoyed reading it and I hope to read more of your works soon!💕

—CYBΞRSΞX (m)

pairing. jeon jungkook | female reader | park jimin

genre & au’s. smut, humor / camgirl!reader, camboy!pjm, rich boy!jjk

word count. 10.213

warnings. please read ! multiple explicit sexual scenes, masturbation (f + m), porn, sexting, nudes, jk in a thong (bc yes), ice play, sex toys, face sitting, sub!jk, (soft) dom!reader, sub!jm, [18+]

note. AHH it’s finally here!! thank you to everyone who liked the teasers, i hope you’ll enjoy this baby! this went thru a lot of editing, rewriting, and deleting, but i’m finally happy w it !! feedback is vv much appreciated <3!!

note two. and yes, i did take the opportunity to write subby bts, bc i can, and we need more of it. thats it. sub jk rights! 

—shoutout to vira ( @periminkle​ ) for beta reading and making me laugh w her reactions <3 ily

[teaser #1] ♡ [teaser #2] ♡ [playlist]

—synopsis. there are three rules you set for yourself when you signed up for cybersex.com. one, separate work from your personal life. two, do not get involved with any cyberboy, no matter how stupidly & unfairly gorgeous he is. and three, do not, under any circumstance, fall for a client. they’re very simple, and very easy to follow. so why are you about to get in bed with park jimin, cyberboy extraordinaire, in order to spite a loyal client of yours?

 [ :: LOADING… my strange addiction :: ]

The hot pink log-in screen of cybersex.com is a sight Jungkook is embarrassingly familiar with. Frankly, he’s afraid to admit how many times he’s logged on this past week. It takes him no longer than a minute for him to input his account information, quickly searching for the sole reason he’s still on this site at all.

Jungkook glances at the time. He might still be able to catch a bit of your show tonight. Even if it were only for a few moments, it’d be enough for him until he actually got to talk to you tomorrow. Hopefully. 

Jungkook knows better than to think he could ever get enough though.

● LIVE!: sittin here undressed…

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People say that the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results. If so, then maybe that’s what I am because I’ve come back to this story hundreds of times and it keeps getting better and better.

*****SPOILERS******

Before I read this story, I accidentally spoiled myself by quickly skimming through it to try to get a feel of what the story was about. And even though I ruined it by pausing at the elevator scene to figure out that Jimin was behind everything, I didn’t read all of it. But even so, reading this story thoroughly and in one sitting still made me feel so cold and manipulated. Even once I found out that Namjoon was, as you once phrased, the carrot to Jimin’s stick, it still made my jaw completely drop.

I’m not sure if I would’ve figured out that Jimin was behind this operation if I hadn’t spoiled myself, but even so, I’m happy that I took the time to go back and read with an open mind. Thank you so much for writing this!! And I’m so in love with your thriller fics as well. Let the Villian Win was and will forever be a masterpiece that keeps me shaking and one that I recommend everyone to read if they haven’t. Your Beastly Gods series is as well another favorite and I loved reading the asks that came through about it.

Thank you so much for sharing your talent with us!! I’ll forever be greatful for you and the joy you’ve brought to me!!!💕💕💕💕💕

Level of Restraint (M)

Pairings: Jimin x Reader, Namjoon x Reader, Taehyung x Reader Word Count: 13K  Rating: M  Genre: Thriller, smut, office AU, BDSM AU  Warnings(contains spoilers): This story contains very dark themes and may not be suited to all readers, protected sex (vag+anal), threesome, double penetration, bondage (including partial suspension), dom/sub roles (reader is a sub), praise kink, mild degration, sensory deprivation, spanking, fingering, cum feeding, mild breathplay, sex toys, exhibitionism, voyeurism, discussion of safe word, Namjoon is a professional dom/sex worker, referenced discrimination of sex workers and those who participate in BDSM, public outing of sexual practices, inappropriate workplace relationships, referenced death of minor character, yandere character, misidentified sexual partner, manipulation, bribery, blackmail, implied stalking, violence.

Summary: As a co-founder of a consulting firm you can’t afford to be caught in a scandal. So flirting with your secretary, Jimin, would be out of the question. Giving your client’s son, Taehyung, a reference for a sexual partner would be reprehensible. And having regular paid BDSM sessions with your dominant, Namjoon? That would be a career ending disgrace. It’s too bad the only restraints in life you approve of are the cuffs that bind you to the bed, because there are those hiding in the dark waiting to take advantage. 

A/N: A huge thank you to everyone who supported me while writing this story. It was hard not to question the level of darkness this tale descends to. In the end your assurances and aid are the only reason this fic made it to fruition. Upon reading you might notice several thematic references to the ‘Fall of the House of Usher,’ by Edgar Allan Poe  and the Greek myth of Tantalus. They are two of my favourite tales, and together they greatly represent the darkened desires depicted in this oneshot.

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8:55 am KNJ: Good girl.

Your heart races upon receiving the response you’ve been waiting for all morning. The sender had requested proof that you were wearing his last minute gift, and you were happy to oblige with the lewd photo. Finally seeing his simple praise for your efforts makes you grin from ear to ear, as you enter the front door to your workplace’s building. The message will be enough to get you through the day, high on the thought of his praise while his present is wrapped tightly around your ribs. Though the garment may be confining, you’ll endure anything to receive those two simple words.

Reluctantly glancing up from your phone you look ahead to see the elevator closing.

“Hold the door!” You call out, making a run for it. Mercifully the gap between the doors widens allowing you to climb in before it begins the long haul up. Glancing over to your savoir, you find your secretary standing at the panel. “Thanks Jimin.”

“No problem,” he responds with a warm smile. “What floor do you need?” Joking as he pushes the button labelled 14. 

You playfully shove his arm while trying to catch your breath. Had he left you down on the first floor there’s no telling how long it would be before the elevator returned. The building in which you work has been down to one lift for a couple days, with no promise of when the other will be fixed. It’s not a surprise really, ever since you moved into this complex three years ago you’ve been plagued with breakdowns and shotty utilities. Considering how opulent  the tower is, with it’s gilded elevators and halls adorned in finery you expected better, but people often overlook flaws when they have something pleasant to stare at. Allowing the management to slack on some of the failings of the structure. 

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He was a catch, and you…well, fuck - you could barely hold a softball mitt, he was more likely to fly over your head than ever fall into your hands.

Julie!! 

Oh my goodness! This was the cutest and the most perfect story to read after I got up this morning. You never fail to eloquently bring all of your thoughts and feelings to life, and this is another one of those instances where I found myself smiling like an idiot at these two idiots (but soft and cute idiots nonetheless). 

This story was just so light and warming to read and I feel happy that I finally had the time to take a moment and read this story. Jimin is just so fluffy and cute and I just wanted to hug the main character, but also shake her a little and tell her to please admit your feelings!!!!! But Jin and Namjoon both did a good job of doing that, and they are also really cool characters. I adored reading about their personalities just as much as the others. Every character you write is so full and well rounded and I just absolutely LOVED this. I also really loved this part:

His voice was like music, a waterfall that left you gasping in its wake, smooth and pleasing and all together enough to conjure feelings you didn’t want to face. Just looking at him was enough to make the butterflies flutter in your stomach, flowers blooming in your veins, vines growing around your heart.

UGHHHHHFHBSJNNOAL!!! Julie!!! My whole heart🥺. This is so poetic and the imagery is just so vivid and elegant. I feel like there was a garden growing in my heart after reading this. 

All in all, this was just utterly amazing and I always love reading things from you. Thank you again so so soooo much Julie. I’m sending all of my love to you!💕💕💕💕

Mellifluous (Hybrid!Jimin/Reader)

MELLIFLUOUS {English} (Hybrid!Jimin)

(adj.) a sound that is smooth and musical, pleasing to hear

⏤ Pairing: Hybrid!Jimin/Reader

⏤ Genre: all fluff all the time, hybrid au, idiots to lovers 

⏤ Word Count: Around 9 k 

⏤ Warnings: Some talk of underwear but honestly very mild. There is kissing.

Rating: PG 13 for language 

Summary: 

His voice was like music, a waterfall that left you gasping in its wake, smooth and pleasing and all together enough to conjure feelings you didn’t want to face. Still, you were coming to that point, where you’d have to face your feelings.

Tagging: @kigurumu​ @wwilloww​ @jamaiskook​ @ezralia-writes​ @dreamystuffers​ @hauntedlilies​ @jinpanman​ @sugasp1ce​

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You’re trapped in his arms, nowhere to move, nowhere to go. Only the sound of your combined breaths, his a little more slow and sleepy than your nervous pant. Trapped only with the idea of him so close, and the strange thing fluttering in your chest that only continues to grow bigger and bigger despite all the work you’ve done to push it away. 

Oh my God Willow! You would not believe how excited I was to finally, FINALLY, dig into this piece after months on end. I was saving this piece to read on a day where there would be no work. Just me, my brain, and I, but that didn’t happen, and I knew that it wouldn't happen soon. So I went out on a limb and began reading it during the beginning of one of the most stressful periods in school, and now I'm here typing out this message while reading a journal article for one of my classes.

Honestly, and I can’t even believe I'm going to try and put this into words because there is no simple expression for the way you made me feel during those opening paragraphs, but you made me...feel. And it felt so good. And it felt like I was there in the moment, so immersed that for a millisecond, I believed that if I turned my head at just the right angle, my nose would brush against Jimin’s arm, and I would smell the scent of him. Now of course if that happened in real life, I would think that you were a unicorn or something angelic (even though I already do that anyways), but you had me hooked due to the imagery and visuals you had from the beginning.

“If you speak, you’ll break the dream,” he says. “Just enjoy it. Let me be here with you.”

Eyes don’t close in dreams, but you know you drift somewhere soft, the feeling of his body so close to yours and the precious rhythm of his breath tracing your neck.

This part made my stomach catch butterflies and made me feel as though I was swimming in a sea of white and yellow. It was soft and lovely as dreams should be, until the next part when it's hot and heavy and wow would I like to hear Jimin moan again good god. It was interesting to read their relationship, the ups and the downs. From when Jimin said “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it!” to “Well–do you not want to get laid tonight?” he asks slowly. All of it was woven together so beautifully I wouldn’t be able to imagine it any other way.

The club scene with the main character dancing with Hoseok and his words of encouragement and then seeing Jimin like that was really sexy and pretty hot. I also chuckled a bit during the whole “See a dick, converse about a dick” convo, and “So do you usually masturbate without porn?” My jaw dropped!!!

Even when you were with other partners or one night stands, all you could do was compare them to Jimin. Were they as softly hilarious as him? Did they know your every thought, your every desire, like he did? Could they anticipate your mood before you even could? Did they fill you with that feeling of belonging and safety like he did? No. None of them ever did. You didn’t just crave Jimin’s attention, you craved his touch.

I thought this part was so beautiful because you get to see more of their relationship, a deeper aspect of their relationship, alongside those sexual feelings. And maybe this baseline of their relationship was the spark of those intense sexual feelings. Their conversation that they had was so intimate and raw, and then you put this in here that was like the final nail on the coffin:

“I’ve wanted you since I laid eyes on you.” He lets his hands drop to your hips, maneuvering you so that you’re fully straddling his waist as he sits up against the headboard. “I wanted you in my life, in whatever way that would be. I wanted you as my best friend and my inspiration and my home – and to have you like that? I would never want to fuck it up.”

At this point, it felt as though I was intruding on their conversation because of how emotional it was, and the build-up of the sexual tension was purely amazing. It felt like fireworks were going off in my head, but each one kept getting better and better and more intense than the last. The way Jimin touches them, to the way he speaks oh so softly and treats them like porcelain was truly stunning. It was soft, but without a doubt steamy and sexy and intimate and intense, it felt hard to breathe during some moments.

I also really loved the parallels between the warmth that the main character felt because initially, it was suffocating and uncomfortable due to the heater, but now, in the end, it's welcomed, but mostly due to Jimin and just deep emotions. And finally, the ending:

“Aren’t you going to tell me you love me too?”

You don’t know if you’ll ever get enough of that dorky smile.

But you do know the tears threatening to spill over are rising from the deep, unnamable affection that rolls through your chest, finally released from silence. You want to call it love, and that is what you will call it, but there’s also something that goes so much deeper than the word itself. Something you know you will spend your whole life trying to explain to him.

Oh gosh! Sorry that this is so long. I just had a lot thoughts to tell you, and you make me feel safe telling them Willow. Thank you for writing such an incredible story. It’s so beautiful, so intricate, so undoubtedly sexy but there are hints of you in there that just make this piece feel whole and unique and special. Thank you for making me feel whole and special, Willow. I’m sending my heart to you on a sea of stars💕💕💕

point of no return | PJM

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Genre: Smut. Fluff. Friends to lovers. Roommates AU.

WC: 10.2k

Summary: Both Jimin and you are determined to never act on the feelings you hold for one another. Instead, you’d rather shove it down, somewhere deep, dark, and inaccessible. So what do you get when you mix a broken furnace, an old victorian home, a little bit of jealousy in the club, and a need to keep warm together? A mess.

Warnings & Tags: Cursing. Reader is really freakin cold. Jimin sleeps in the nude. Spooning. Grinding. Obscene daydreaming about your best friend.  Sex dreams. Mentions of alcohol. Dancing. Jimin is a little jealous. Masterbation. Unexpected visual. Super soft makeout. Fingering. Orgasm denial. Sex. Slight power play. Creampie.  

AN: Oof! Finally! A Jimin fic! Thank you to @thatlongspringnight for guiding me through the last 6k of this fic, all written in one day and for being the most brilliant, queen of queens level beta reader. A big thanks to @triviasapphic too, for letting me use their likeness! 

This is very loosely based on this ask beautifully submitted by the loveliest @jinpanman for the milestone request party! 

©wwilloww Do not repost, translate, or use my stories without my permission.

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He turns the phone in his hand once, twice, thrice, before he lets the previous thought pierce through his mind. I miss her.

Ah, wow Traci. 

It’s been a while since I’ve read one of your works. Too long, in my opinion. I just know that ‘Exchanges’ was the story that led me to you and from that point on, I just could not stop going through your masterlist. 

Now though, that I’ve come back to read more of your stories, it feels as all of the air has been sucked out of my body. Stunning me enough to make me not want to move any more because if I were to do so, it would break me out of the trace that you laid on me with this piece.

Your literature, Parallel language and imagery, the way this one part:

It had been a dangerous idea to play with, of course. Extremely dangerous. Get too close and brew on the concept for too long and it could react like poison, entering his bloodstream and getting into his head and killing him off before he realized he had a problem to begin with.

Only it’s a little different this time because he knows that he has a problem, knows perfectly well that he’s in the middle of an absolute shitstorm, yet he finds himself unable to stop. Or unable to feel that desire to stop, anyways—that desire to stop loving you.

Had me clutching my chest because it was so poetic and overwhelmingly brillant.

The way you can capture attention at the snap of your fingers (well, technically with your words but...) Still. You drew me deeper inside of this story until it felt hard to breathe and my chest was just pounding at the effect of your writing. It was intense, both your words and the story, and I don’t know but...it just made me feel like there’s so much more to what’s behind the screen. Behind writing and this story itself. Being able to simply put your thoughts into something that somewhat tangible and create a world where characters have their own personalities and feeling and emotions and behaviors is just...jawdropping. Your mind is so beautifully crafted, it’s amazing. It’s beyond words, and even if I did have the word to tell you just how much I enjoyed reading this, it wouldn’t even suffice to be a fraction of the impact you’ve had on me not just now, but over the course of 2+ years. And to even know that this was written two years ago just astonishes me even more. Wants me to praise you even more because never before have I been so emotional about a piece of writing that maybe I started tearing up while I wrote this review. 

Thank you so much Traci for this. You and this story sincerely brightened my day and I’ll be foreever grateful for you. Thank you again! And I’m sending all of my love to you.💕

maybe (m)

PAIRING: jimin/reader

GENRE: friends with benefits au • fluff/smut

WORD COUNT: 2k 

WARNINGS: based on “things you said with too many miles between us” from my old blog. smut in the form of unprotected sex 

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He turns the phone in his hand once, twice, thrice, before he lets the previous thought pierce through his mind. I miss her.

It had been a dangerous idea to play with, of course. Extremely dangerous. Get too close and brew on the concept for too long and it could react like poison, entering his bloodstream and getting into his head and killing him off before he realized he had a problem to begin with.

Only it’s a little different this time because he knows that he has a problem, knows perfectly well that he’s in the middle of an absolute shitstorm, yet he finds himself unable to stop. Or unable to feel that desire to stop, anyways—that desire to stop loving you.

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His gaze is so intense that people may think you are talking about world peace or other life altering matters, and most possibly completely oblivious to how his eyes are making you feel like you are floating in the air while being rooted in place at the same time.

That is just what Park Jimin does to you.

Hi Dia,

Being able to read your stories is truly an honor and a gift. I feel like all of your pieces should be mounted somewhere because of how exquisite they are. The emotions, the detail, every word written is a piece of art. Something so poetic and beautiful that even though I had to pause in my reading last night due to tiredness, the ability to bounce right back and reimmerse myself into this elegant world was as easy as breathing. 

Jimin is difficult to characterize in just a few words. He’s so polished. Charming and sweet. He knows how to make someone's heart flutter and keep himself in their mind for months. The way his presence moves people and urges them to gravitate toward him is astonishing. But, there’s also so much more to him than what’s shown in the limelight. He’s seductive, sensual, but also delicate in the way he makes the main character’s pleasure his own. It’s definitely something to fawn over to have such a person being in your graces. Like this part:

But what makes it even more surreal is the fact that even when he has everyone’s eyes on him, vying for his attention as they all hope to have at least a single glance of acknowledgement from Jimin, he only has his eyes on you.

This part made my heart flutter so much! And the way you see that same person carry on to the bedroom is so alluring. It’s amazing to see how he treats the main character and how she allows him to show more of himself with so much comfort and love, and just their ultimate desire to please one another. I also loved the flashbacks and seeing how those contributed in this fantastic storyline. It was lovely, and all-in-all, a pleasure to read. 

This is by far one of my favorite pieces of yours, but I feel as though I say that with every piece that I read from you. Thank you though Dia for this. You always make me so happy, and I thoroughly enjoy reading your stories. I hope that you’ve been well. Sending you lots of love.💕

All Fervent Manner [M]

➬ Title | All Fervent Manner

➬ Summary | He is a man of class, but also a man with secrets. And he has no qualms in giving you the entire universe if you had asked him to. At least, those are the exact words he had given you then. But as time passes, you cannot help but notice that no matter how fierce he seems to love you, he always appears to be walking on eggshells. Perhaps it is your duty to release him from his binds. If only you just know how.

↳ Pairings | Jimin x reader

↳ Genre | Established Relationship!au, Smut, Angst

↳ Ratings | +18 / M for Mature

↳ Warning | Sexual tension, a bit of an age gap (OC is 24 and Jimin is 32), dirty talk, intense foreplay, mentions of spanking, light bondage/restrictions, deep throat, cum eating, fingering (f receiving), oral sex/pussy eating, praise kink, clothed foreplay, dry humping, breast play, biting, unprotected sex, rough sex, orgasm control (orgasm denial/delay), mirror sex, multiple orgasms (with forced orgasm involved), aftercare.

↳ Word count | 19,7k words

↳ Music Companion | Come Away With Me - Norah Jones

➬ Cross post | AO3 

➬ Author’s Note | Written as a commission for @opaljm​. | This was originally meant to be posted on Jimin’s birthday, but my block got in the way that I couldn’t finish this one on time. I’m so sorry for the long wait. I hope you’ll enjoy this one. I might come back to this to do a more proper editing in the future so I’m sorry if there’s a ton of mistakes in there. | Taglist: @jeonmisha​, @illicitjams​

There is something surreal about seeing him in this light.

Up close and personal. So close, you can make out every single expression that he makes whenever he speaks. The air around him seems to crackle with every delicate movement he makes, his energy rippling in the air to summon everyone’s attention on him, including yours.

But what makes it even more surreal is the fact that even when he has everyone’s eyes on him, vying for his attention as they all hope to have at least a single glance of acknowledgement from Jimin, he only has his eyes on you.

The same way he is doing it to you now, giving you his rapt attention even when you are chatting about something so trivial—your daily routines, the short encounter you had earlier today with Mr. Rasheed from next door, a simple joke shared by one of your co-workers at the office today—between sipping wine and savouring your meal. His gaze is so intense that people may think you are talking about world peace or other life altering matters, and most possibly completely oblivious to how his eyes are making you feel like you are floating in the air while being rooted in place at the same time.

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“Smile. We’re supposed to be happy.”

Writing reviews never get easier because I’m always stumbling on how to start these off, but hi Rain! It was only a few days ago when I was watching Alice In Borderland (a show that is so, so good and one that I highly recommend) with the thought that I could binge the entire eight episodes in a night. But then you messaged me, and all thoughts of that went away because I would let the sky fall out of my grasp if you needed me. And you send me the preview of the first scene of this story. Thank you for letting me have the chance to get a sneak peek of this, though the Kharli back then wouldn't have ever known how much this story would truly make her feel, and for that, I’m so grateful that you had me in mind. 

First, I loved the atmosphere of this story. It’s Christmas but with a little more glitz and glamour, and it felt so luxurious to just be surrounded by the world that you created. Jimin and the main character were also really interesting. They had their moments where they bickered and bantered, but I feel like there was a mutual respect deep down for each other that you see as the story went further along. For example, during the conversation with Nikita and Natacha, it was almost like Jimin was protecting her when they were talking about money and working. And vice versa when the main character swapped dinner dishes with Jimin because she remembered that he didn’t like seafood. That felt intimate even though they’re trying to work around the barriers of their relationship, but if you bring Jungkook into the picture, you see that there is a fine line between the two men and how she views them: one with logic and the other with emotion. But, what’s nice is that you see her view of them begin to swap as it nears the end and that was really beautiful to notice. 

Also, can I say that the text messages that Jungkook sent pain to my heart. You write angst so well. The moments right after Jungkook went into that room were so poignant and moving. You could tell how much Jungkook wanted her back, and how her walls were beginning to come down around him during their talk. 

And afterward, when Jimin said this:

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs as he pulls you in close, the first strings of a tango hitting the air.

“What for?”

“For putting that look on your face.”

Ooof!!

Did my heart break a little more at the ‘Still With You’ piece? Yes. Yes it did.

And did my heart completely shatter at this: 

“But what really made up my mind is what you wrote for your intro page on the firm website. That separations and divorces aren’t failures, they’re beginnings. Proof that believed in something and tried to find happiness at least once.”

A million and one times. Wait...now make that a million and two. This actually felt like a note to my younger self. A me who was caught in the middle of separating parents and had no one to turn to. I wish that she could have read this part because I think she would have been a bit more comforted and at ease. 

I can say that the ending filled and soothed the crevices of my heart and pulled the pieces back together. Thank you for this Rain, and thank you for getting me to sniffle a little. It felt nice to have these emotions pulled out of me. Thank you so much again! I'll love you and your stories until forever, and if there's something else after that, until then too💕

Warm Hands (Ice Cold Heart) | PJM {M}

for those of you who belong to the upper echelons of society, the holidays are synonymous with parties. lavish and (in your opinion) excessive gatherings — opportunities to show off what you’ve accomplished and acquired over the year. unfortunately for you, tonight’s particular celebration features two special guests: the man you thought you would be with for the rest of your life, and the man you married.

pairing: jimin x reader ft. jungkook genre: angst, fluff, light smut words: 10.7k contains: arranged marriage au, banter!, some steamy petting, and a lil bit more, second lead syndrome (oof), so many emotions a/n: this fic is part of the “Once Upon a Holiday” collab with the wonderful @underthejoon​, @fantasybangtan​, @kpopfanfictrash​​, @lamourche​​, @suga-kookiemonster​​, & @junghelioseok​​! i’ve always wanted to write an arranged marriage au, so i hope you enjoy my take on the trope. shoutout to lovelies @hobi-gif​​ & @propinqxity​​, who supported me when i needed it most 💞

“Smile. We’re supposed to be happy.”

Your husband’s voice is carefully light, a brief exhale as his lips brush the outer shell of your ear. Warmth spreads from where his palm holds the side of your waist, the fabric of your sheath dress an obviously inadequate barrier against him as you climb the elaborate stairs leading into the mansion, into the noise.

“I’m trying,” you snap back, though the attitude you want to give him is a challenge when your mouth is deliberately curved up to look genuine. Every step you take seems to further exasperate the nerves that have been buzzing in your chest and stomach since well before you arrived here for the party. The damn nerves that have been prickling at you ever since you learned a few days ago of a certain name being on the guest list for tonight.

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