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Don’t Call Her Anymore - Park Jimin (F)

— pairing | Park Jimin /Reader — word c | 1,532 — genre | Best friends to lovers au!, fluff. little angst. — summary | You were dating a boy for many months, you fell in love but discovered he had another girlfriend and that broke you. He always called you when he were drunk and you answered, listening to him say the same things. Until Jimin put a stop to it. — warnings/tags | None. I was listening to Evanescence and I had the idea to write that. Amy Lee, queen.

You hated when he did that. Every time you were all right, he did it. It had been weeks since you had thought about him, that you didn’t cry for him. You were returning to your life normally, going out with your friends and meeting other people. You thought this time would be different, but no, nothing was different, there was him calling you at 3 in the morning again, probably completely drunk.

You met him at a party your friend was giving, you kissed, you had sex, and you started dating. You just fell in love and all you wanted was to stay with him, but then you discovered in the worst possible way that he had a girlfriend and that he was just using you and that he never wanted anything serious with you.

When you saw him with her, you wanted to make a scandal, wanted to scream, wanted to swear at him, wanted to slap him, and cry while he would try to give you a stupid excuse. But you knew that if he approached you, all the screams and tears would be wasted, because you would give in and let him touch you, hold you. Then you just turned your back and left as fast as you could, holding your tears until you got home, where you collapsed in tears.

Things started to make sense to you at that moment, why he never took you to meet his parents, why you never go out with him and his friends, why most of your dates were in your house, not his, or some other place. He didn’t want anyone to find out about you.

You finished everything with him over the phone, not being able to see him again, or everything you were doing to stay away from him, would be in vain. Jimin, your best friend was there, in front of you, holding your hand, giving you all the support you needed to do that. He was the first to whom you told what had happened, and if you were not crying like a child, he would have gone after the idiot in the moment you told him.

“Please let me explain.”

“You don’t have to explain, you have a girlfriend, I don’t know her, but no one deserves to be deceived in this way.” You said in the firmer voice you could use, while Park stroked the back of your hand with his thumb, giving you a comforting smile.

"I ... I was going to tell you ... I swear ... But now that you know, we can continue together (Y/N)”

“ What? No, I'm not like that. That's not right, I'm not going to be a part of it.”  You almost screamed, angry and not believing he'd actually proposed that. There was silence on the other side, but you could still hear his heavy breathing.

"Please (Y/N), I love you." And it broke your heart. How could he say that? He was with another ... You were the other. He lied to you, made you believe he cared for you, that you were meant for each other, that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. He made you believe that you were the most important person in his life.

"If you loved me, you would be here with me." Your voice cracked as tears began to fall from your eyes. “If you loved me, you would not have lied to me, and I would be your only one, I would be your girlfriend. This ends here.” You hung up, tossing the phone on the couch, and Jimin pulled you close, pressing you into his arms, caressing your hair, letting you cry against his chest. He said nice and sweet things, said that everything would be fine, that the pain would pass and that you would be happy again.

And this really happened, you were moving on, but you always burst into tears when he called you, drunk, crying, saying that he missed you, that he loved you, that he wanted you with him, but he never went after you to beg for forgiveness, he had not broken up with his girlfriend, and you were sure he would never do that. You didn’t even know why you still answering to his calls even knowing what he was going to say.

When your phone started ringing, you woke up and fumbled over the bedside table and picked up the cell phone, looking at the screen, recognizing his number. You sighed and sat on the bed. It had been weeks since he'd called you, you thought he'd finally understood that you didn’t want anything more to do with him.

"Is he again?" A voice beside you asked. You turned your face, seeing Jimin lying there, with the blanket over his waist, shirtless, sleepy, with half-open eyes and messy hair.

Recently you and he have started a loving relationship. You had come even closer after what had happened and with that you finally realized that you had feelings for him. He was always with you when you needed, he never let you down, he never hurt you, he was always affectionate and loving with you. It was he who took the initiative on this, he called you out, he kissed you. And you were happy with him, happier than you expected because you thought it might end up ruining your friendship.  You nodded your head. Jimin sighed and sat on the bed running his hand over his face, he had a soft expression on his face, but you knew he was angry, because his eyes were dark.

“Don’t you think it's time to finally get it over with, (Y/N)? Tell him that you're with another guy, that you are with me and that I don’t make you cry and suffer like he did, that I really care about you, that with me has no gray skies and only sunny days and warm nights. Just tell him that you've found someone who really loves you.”

You took your eyes from him and looked back at the cell phone. Jimin was right, you were happy with what you had with him, so why not just tell Jeha to fuck off and leave you alone, erase your number and let you live happily? You still loved him, that was true, but there was no chance of you getting back together. And if it was to choose between him and Jimin, you would choose Jimin.

“Can you do that?” You asked, turning to Jimin, holding out the cell phone to him. He smiled and nodded, taking the cell phone from your hand, answering it.

“Hello!” He said, and you lay down, putting your head on Jimin's belly and just waited for the call to end. “No man, she is not interested, he found something better.”  He said and took the unoccupied hand to your hair, stroking it. “No, she doesn’t want to talk to you, dude. Try to understand one thing, she found someone who doesn’t stress her, who gives her everything she deserves, who gives her all the happiness you have taken from her. Now stop calling, because the next time you bother my girl, I'll go after you and believe me, you will not like what will happen when I have you in my hands.”

And so he hung up, shoving the cell phone under the pillow and pulling you by the shoulders, to hug you, giving you a kiss on the top of your head.

“Is it over?” You asked, raising your head to look at him. He nodded, smiling softly toward you, stroking your cheek.

“There is only one thing missing.” He whispered giving you a kiss before kicking the blankets and get out of bed, grabbing his pants on the floor and looking for something in his pockets. You sat on the bed, with an arched eyebrow, confused by what he was doing, until he returned to the bed and knelt in front of you, taking your hand and looking at you, deep in your eyes. “Do you wanna date me? Would you like to make this silly boy, who follows you wherever you go, who annoys you when he is needy and who loves you with all his body, heart and soul, the happiest man in the world?” He asked, showing you a ring. You held your breath, your body filling with happiness and your heart almost exploding. You've been waiting for this for a long time. You nodded and he put the ring on your finger before jumping on top of you, making you fall back on the bed, laughing with him over you.

You were ready to move on and Jimin would hold your hand all the way. The only thing you felt at that moment, was utopia.

"I'll make you so happy." He whispered, rising, resting his hands on the side of your head, while you had your arms around his neck. You smiled and pulled him down, kissing him.

“You already make me happy, Jimin.”

"Well, then I'll be glad to make you even happier, baby.”

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Headlights | pjm (m)

Summary- Jimin is a fuckboi, rumor has it his tongue can make you see stars. Everyone assumes he’s this way because he just wants to have fun. No one dares look deeper, no one sees the haunted look in his eyes, the emptiness and pain that reside in their deep brown depths. Until you.

🎶 Headlights by The Classic Crime - “Please don’t face the headlights of oncoming cars alone.” 🎶

Word Count- 14.7k 🥴

Pairing- Jimin x reader

Genre- smut

Warnings- oral (female recieving), overstimulation, multiple orgasms, slightly rough sex, nipple piercing? is that warning?, some depression-like symptoms/thoughts, a little self destructive behavior? Kind of.

a/n: Part of the Tatted Bangtan Series! This is the longest fic I have ever written and it is my baby. I hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Please let me know what you think!  💕 

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