one good week | pjm

⤑ series: less of you

⤑ pairing: fratboy!jimin + dancer!reader

⤑ genre: fluff and smut and a little bit of angst.

⤑ rating: explicit

⤑ word count: 7.4K // unedited.

⤑ warnings: cursing, slight dirty talk, riding, bathtub sex, unprotected sex (be safe loves), dry humping??, grinding, hickeys, cumshot. subby jimin if you like squint.

⤑ chapter song: your eyes tell // bts

⤑ A/N: hellloooo! i don’t have much to say except ., yes i cried in the middle of writing this and i really recommend you listen to your eyes tell while you read this if you want to cry too bc ., uhhh :( - i hope you guys enjoy this ., literally four more parts and then its overrr !!

DECEMBER 16TH, 2019 | 18:22

Head resting on the back of the couch, Jimin watches Joonie’s frantic movements around the kitchen. Sure, if he was close enough he’d be able to see the glisten of sweat on the nervous man’s forehead. Rough stirs of the whisk in his hand, causing a splatter of batter to hit the once sparkling counter.

“So you’re not going to tell her, then?” He spares one second to lift his attention from the mess he’s making, eyes catching Jimin’s quickly before he’s returning his gaze to his work.

“I’m going to tell her,” Jimin reiterates the words he feels like he’s been repeating for the past few days. Could be considered a mantra at this point. Lifting his head, he stands from his spot on the couch, making his way into the savory smelling kitchen. “Just… she’s got a lot going on right now. And things are starting to settle a little bit. I just want to give her one good week,”

Joonie nods his head, only half listening to the words coming out of his friend’s mouth. His attention being pulled to the beep of the oven, the mixing bowl falling from his grasp and landing on the counter with a thud. More batter splatters onto the counter, but he’s already turned to pull the dish out of the oven.

“Are you sure ‘Jinnie’ won’t be satisfied with those microwave dinners you love so much?” Jimin wonders, index finger dipping into the uncooked cake mixture, sucking the goop off his finger. Face instantly twisting in slight disgust as he wipes the excess on his pant leg.

A pained hiss leaves the older boy’s lips as he pulls the pan from the oven sans oven mitts. Dropping the pan onto the stove, the carefully seasoned chicken bounces up and then back. “I don’t want to make a microwave dinner for my boyfriend the first time we eat together as boyfriends.” Joonie moves from his spot in front of the stove, shooing Jimin away from his unfinished cake to continue stirring.

“Right. Sending him to the ER is much more romantic. I think you used salt instead of sugar,” Jimin points out, a teasing grin playing on his lips while watching Joonie taste his own mixture, nose scrunching up in disgust. “I can’t give him that!” He pouts, pushing the bowl away from him.

Laughter falls from Jimin’s lips, only dying down when he notices the glare he’s receiving from across the counter. “Relax,” He breathes, searching through his pockets for his phone. “I’ll text my baby and have her bring some cookies from the store,” 

“'I’ll text my baby’,” Joonie mocks him, but Jimin’s focus is now on the message he types out to you. Asking for a short detour on your way over to his house. The two of you had planned on making out in front of the TV for a few hours too long, realizing too late that it was dark out so you’d have no choice but to spend the night.

That was before Jimin was walking in on the disastrous sight of Namjoon in the kitchen and being made aware of the dinner date he had planned for him and Jin. Your evening instantly being shifted to the upper level of the house to give these two the privacy they surely needed and neglected.

“A whole week, though?” Joonie who has moved onto chopping potatoes for his next dish… whatever that was. At the same time remembering that you two had been having an actual conversation just moments before. “We’re already halfway through December. That only gives her like two weeks to prepare?”

Definitely, something Jimin didn’t think of, but he doesn’t let the slight worry get to him. You’d be fine. Both of you. “It’ll be fine, don’t worry.” He says almost automatically, not sure if he’s convincing himself or Joonie at this point.

“What will be fine?” Taehyung speaks as he makes his into the kitchen from his bedroom. Jeongguk is two steps behind him, shoving his arms into the t-shirt hanging around his neck. He’s taking a seat at the island, fingers instantly reaching for the discarded cake batter to taste it. 

Reaction the same as the two men before him. “I hope you’re not talking about this… are you trying to kill somebody?” Face twisted and tongue moving over the rough of his mouth in an attempt to shake the taste off. Taehyung lets a laugh fall from his lips at the sight, just as Joonie’s reaching for the bowl – dumping it in the sink.

“Nobody asked you to put your fingers in there,” He grumbles out. “And Minnie thinks waiting a week to tell Yn that he’s moving to New York is a good idea,” The end of his carrot pointed at the dark-haired boy rummaging through the fridge for the proper contents to put a sandwich together.

Jeongguk’s eyes are wide, head shaking as soon as Joon’s finished his sentence. “That’s a terrible idea, oh my God. She’ll lose her shit, Park, I’m telling you. You gotta tell her like yesterday.” Had already been filled in of the fact that Yn was leaving from Taehyung, but left out on the minor detail that Jimin was keeping it from her.

“She’s my girlfriend, Jeongguk. I think I know what’ll make her lose her shit, thank you.” With two pieces of bread cut, Jimin moves to spread a thin layer of mayo onto it. “Plus, he left out the reason why I’m waiting. Shit with Miju is still rocky, I want her to be able to chill for a bit before I drop all this on her,” It sounded like a good enough idea in his head, you deserved to just be happy for a while before everything came crashing down again.

Taehyung is lifting his body a bit to peek over at what Jimin is putting together on the other side of the counter. “Make me one,” The request delivered with slightly pouted lips and Jimin is nodding his head instantly. “You can have this one,”

“She may be your girlfriend, but she’s my best friend and I’m telling you that is not the way you should do it,” And that’s all the opinion Jeongguk has on the matter, knowing that it’s not exactly his business to meddle in your relationship. But if things go to shit, he wants to be able to say he tried.

Either way, the conversation comes to a halt with the sound of the front door. “Hey, Kim Namjoon! Didn’t I tell you to make sure you had everything you needed before you started cooking?” Yoongi’s entering the kitchen after shaking his shoes off at the threshold. A brown grocery bag clutched to his chest, Hoseok following behind him.

“You guys came together?” Jimin wonders while handing the finished sandwich across the counter to Taehyung. Joonie thanks Yoongi quickly before he’s flipping the bag over, collecting the things that he asked for and making a little pile.

Yoongi shakes his head at Jimin’s words, lifting his body onto the vacant kitchen table. “I found him standing in the driveway like a weirdo,” He jokes.

“Did you bring it?” Words murmured around his stolen sandwich bite, Jeongguk slides from his spot at the island to stand in front of Seok. “Of course I brought it. You got your betting money?” With a nod of his head, Jeongguk is tapping the front pocket of his jeans.

Another video game battle, Jimin assumes. One hundred percent right too, testing Jeongguk’s skills is at the top of Seok’s list of favorite past times.

“Namjoon, you should leave the chicken in the oven until you’re ready to serve it. Otherwise, it’ll get cold and dry out.” Yoongi points out from his spot on the table. Concentrating fully on his slicing, Joonie simply nods his head at the words being spoken to him. With a huff, Yoongi is sliding off of the table and moving toward the stove.

The slam of the oven door just barely knocks the rap of knuckles against the hardwood. Joonie’s head is whipping up, eyes wide as he glances at the men standing around the kitchen. “Did someone just knock?”

Jimin is laughing at his panicked expression, putting his half-eaten sandwich back down on his plate. “Relax, it’s probably just Yn.” He tries to calm Joon’s worries, although he knows you’ve given up on the whole knocking bit since no one was ever willing to get off the couch to let you in any way. No hard feelings. They were just lazy.

“Is it Yn!?” Joonie calls from the kitchen, hoping it was you waiting outside and not the ever so punctual man he’s been stressing to get dinner ready for. “He’s not finished,” Whispered words from Jimin delivered to Jin, pulling a soft laugh from his lips.

“It’s not Yn,” Jin calls as he enters, mouth slightly dropping at the messy sight in front of him. “You’ve been busy,” Eyes wide, Joonie is dropping his chopped vegetables into a bowl, hand reaching up to push his messy hair back.

“You’re early,” Despite his frazzled state, it’s hard for him to fight the smile that spreads across his face at the sight of his boyfriend. Ever so handsome in his ripped jeans and a collared shirt. “I’m on time.” His hands move to roll up the sleeves of his shirt, steps taken to stand beside the wide-eyed boy on the other side of the counter. A gentle kiss pressed to his lips that tasted slightly of his failed cake mixture.

“Should I help you?” Although halfway finished, and half determined to make this entire meal on his own for the guy he liked… Joonie is nodding his head unconsciously due to the fact that he literally cannot say no to this guy.

Jin’s moving to wash his hands as the front door slams shut. Jimin is immediately straightening at the patter of your sock clad feet making their way to the kitchen. Eyes lighting up at the sight of you. He grins, closing you in and covering your lips with his before you have the chance to even properly look around the room.

Not his fault. He missed you.

Your light laugh dies on his lips, the bag you had been carrying slipping from his fingers as your hand lifts to wrap around his strong bicep. Completely and entirely intoxicated by his soft lips, the eager swipe of his tongue that has your mouth opening instantly.

His hips pressing against yours, pulling a soft moan from your lips, and alerting the ears around you. “Whoa, yeah. Can we not do that in here?” Taehyung is speaking out, the sound of his voice startling you away from Jimin’s sweet kiss. Reluctantly, Jimin unwraps himself from you, giving you the chance to breathe and actually take in your surroundings.

“Wow, everyone’s here.” You attempt to sound normal, despite the blush on your cheeks and the dopey smile on your lips. “I, uhm, I bought the co-” Joonie’s shushing you as you lift the bakery bag, directing his eyes to Jin who has taken it upon himself to finish up the dinner Joonie had started.

He thanks you quietly, walking toward you to pluck the bag from your fingers. Jimin moves to stand behind you, arms wrapping around your waist to hold you close to his chest. Clingy in the type of way that you like but aren’t really use to when it comes to him. Yes, he liked to touch you and stuff like that… but in the room with all of his friends, walking as if you two were conjoined. This was new.

“Yn. I got twenty bucks down against a two-hour victory.” Seok’s words are quickly catching your attention, eyebrows raising slightly. “Did you get it?” You ask, to which Seok is instantly nodding to. “Wanna watch?”

“Duh!” The word falls from your lips instantly, excitement deep within your tone. Then you’re remembering how bored Jimin was the last time sitting around and watching Gukkie play video games. Tilting your head up to look at him, he shoots you a small smile as if he already knew what you were going to ask.

“Do you want to?”

Jimin had his own plans for tonight, but being with you was at the top of it. Spending time with you doing whatever you wanted was exactly how envisioned spending this next week. Seeing you smile and hearing you laugh. Making you happy. No matter what you were doing.

“I want to do whatever you want to do,” He says with a shrug and you can sense the sincerity in his words. The loving stare that he’s giving you, a bit too intense for agreeing to watch video games, but you don’t read too much into it.

Instead, leaning up to press a soft kiss to his lips as a thank you. One that he’s instantly returning, arms tight around your waist to hold you close, as if you’d pack up and move away if he were to loosen his grip.

DECEMBER 18TH, 2019 | 00:56

“Come outside.” Jimin’s deep voice caresses your ears the moment you’re answering the phone. Not bothering to greet you properly, but you’re not complaining. Have grown to like the demands when they come from him. Instantly, you’re rising from your bed slipping your feet into the slides at the foot of your bed.

“What’s outside?” You ask as if you weren’t on your way to finding out for yourself. He can see you from where he stands below you, phone pressed to your ear as you pull one of his stolen zip-up sweaters over your sports bra. “It’s a surprise.”

Despite the fact that he’s waiting for you on the other side of the door, you don’t hang up the phone until you’re right in front of him. Hushed compliments leave his lips, saved only for you. You act as if his words aren’t turning you to putty, but the moment you’re stood in front of him you’re hit with the not so subtle urge to kiss him.

A hand shoved in the front pocket of his black hoodie, fumbling with something beneath the fabric. Hood pulled up over his messy locks, his bangs peeking out underneath the brim. He’s wearing your favorite pair of jeans, the ones with the large rips exposing his muscular thighs to your greedy eyes. Smiling when he turns to you, revealing that adorable dimple at the corner of his lips.

Reaching an arm out, he’s easily circling your waist tugging your body against his. Your hand lifts, settling at the back of his neck while you lean up to press a soft kiss to his lips. “Mmh, was that the surprise?” Words mumbling against his lips as you take your time with pulling away.

Jimin is shaking his head, smiling growing while he steps back. The hand that had been buried in his pocket before slipping out – revealing the piece of fingers he had secretly been clutching the entire time. He hands it over to you, your brows furrowing as you take it between your fingers.

“What’s this?” Carefully, you unfold his handy work, eyes scanning over the words printed on the sheet. “'Moon Deed?’ What’s that?” With his lips curled in his lips, he shrugs his shoulders – gesturing for you to continue reading.

“'This document represents the transfer of ownership of one (1) acre on the Lightened Lunar Surface’… You bought me the moon!?” Lowering the paper, you pin him with wide eyes, a smile of disbelief growing on your face.

Cheeks dark from the slight embarrassment that came with his spontaneous decision. Yet, nothing beats seeing you this happy. “I mean… not the whole thing, greedy. Just an acre. It was really cheap, actually.” The things you could buy on the internet.

He was able to officially purchase an acre of land on the moon for you, for only twenty bucks… plus shipping and handling of the certificate. Could safely say that was the best twenty bucks he’s ever spent.

“Jimin!?” You’re grinning, pretty laughter leaving your lips as you glance back down at the paper in hand. Eyes scanning over the words over and over, reading over your name in bold. Issued to you. One acre of the moon. Purchased by, Park Jimin. “This is the best gift anyone has ever given me. I love it,” Arms wrapping around his neck to pull him in for a tight hug – he’s quickly reacting by wrapping his arms around your waist.

Accepting the dozens kisses you press to the side of his face that trail down the length of his neck. “You’re such a great boyfriend,” Words spoken between kisses and his heart warms at the compliment. Great boyfriend. He’d want you to remember that when he was giving you a reason to maybe doubt it. 

“Should we go see if we can spot your piece? Jin let me borrow his telescope,” You’re nodding before the excited agreement can leave your lips. Jimin lets a laugh slip past his lips, unwrapping himself from you completely to take hold of your hand.

He leads you all the way to where he’s parked, making a show of pulling your door open for you. You thank him with a smile as you slip in, watching as he jogs around the front of the car to his side. He starts the car with one hand, shoving it into gear before reaching for the open hand on your thigh, lacing your fingers together.

Jimin doesn’t drive for long, only until you’re reaching a clearing. Jin’s telescope is set up about a foot away from where he parks and he’s hopping out from his seat to retrieve the blanket he had folded in the backseat. Can’t fight the smile at his careful planning, wondering how long he’s been wanting to do this.

He gestures for you to come out with his hand before he’s spreading the blanket on the ground. The smile growing with every movement you make, as you open the door make your way over to where he’s set up the telescope. When you peak in, you see that he’s already focused it on the ¾ moon in the sky.

It’s much closer from the lens, prettier. The parts you can see shining with great detail. Never thought to look at this way and the sight is breathtaking, much better than what you’ve seen with a naked eye. Jimin is moving to stand behind you once he’s satisfied with the set up of the blanket. Strong arms circling around your waist, chin resting on your shoulder.

“Is it pretty?” Whispered words, meant just for you. You’re nodding your head, hand reaching up to the eyepiece, holding it in place while you turn to face him. “I can see everything like this,” The childlike look in your eye, the bright smile on your lips. Jimin wishes you’d look like this forever. Not just when you were looking at the moon, but a permanent look in your eyes. That you’re always this happy. Even if he’s not there to see it.

“Good. I’m glad.” 

The yearning look in his eye confuses you, not sure why he’s been looking at you like that for the past few days. And still, you don’t put much thought into it, deciding it wasn’t worth stressing over. You two didn’t have any secrets, if something was wrong surely he’d tell you. Right? “Do you want to look too?”

Jimin doesn’t dare look away from your face, shaking his head from side to side – that look in his eye not leaving even for a moment. “I’m okay.” Deciding not to read too much into his funny behavior, you simply shrug turning your attention back to the sight in front of you.

An hour passes of you just admiring the sky while Jimin admires you. A full hour spent in silent adoration before he’s pressing his soft lips to your cheek, trailing them lower and lower until he’s able to place open-mouthed kisses against the heated skin of your neck.

It didn’t take much coaxing for you to leave the telescope behind, making use of the blanket he had spread out for the two of you. Originally placed down as a protector for your bare legs if you decided you wanted to sit, no intention other than that – but of course, he wasn’t ever able to resist when it came to you.

Now laid on his back with your leg wrapped around his hips, a hand resting on your bare back as he admires the night sky above you. The memory of just moments before, you underneath him – panted moans being let out for the whole world to hear, blunt nails clawing at his back more likely than not leaving marks to remind him of this night. He could still just barely feel the imprint of the heels of your feet pressed into his butt as he pushed inside of you, enjoying how easily you always opened up for him – like you were made for him.

Soft breaths fan over his clammy neck and if it wasn’t for the gentle stroke of your fingers against his chest he’d think you had fallen asleep. Just comfortable in the silence with him, not feeling the need to speak in the moment. Content with enjoying being wrapped in his arms underneath the night sky, the cool wind brushing at your bare bodies forcing you to huddle up closer to each other.

You think back to the first time meeting him, how you would’ve never guessed in a million years that the two of you would’ve ended up like this. Had it set, one hundred percent despite his efforts, that you weren’t right for each other. Yet, he was determined to prove time and time again how wrong you were.

Boy, were you wrong.

“How did you know you wanted to be with me?” He had been so sure from the start, nothing else seemed to matter than getting you to see that. But how did he even know? What was it about you that screamed 'keeper’? Was it the same thing about him that you tried so hard to ignore?

“You want me to be honest?” Sitting up just slightly so you’re able to get a good look at his face. He’s turning his head to the side catching your stare.

“No, lie to me.” The sarcasm evident in your tone, resulting in a smile to push onto Jimin’s features.

His hand is lifting, fingers tangling in your hair to gently pull you down so your head is resting comfortably on his shoulder again. His fingers comb through the strands while his other hand drops down onto your thigh, keeping your body in place against his.

“I really wanted to fuck you.” He confesses. As expected, your hand is lifting to slap at his chest. A whined, “I’m serious!” leaving your lips and pulling a thick laugh from Jimin’s. His fingers catching yours, lacing them together.

“So am I,” He counters. “You were hot and showed up to my house with your ass hanging out. Glossing over the fact that you spent the entire time we were at the mall glaring at me like I just ran over your dog. I wanted to fuck the attitude right out of you.” 

His hand lifts to grip your thigh just as you’re moving to shift away from him. “But,” He speaks quickly, halting your movements with a laugh. “But, after just one conversation with you, I was realizing that you were worth more than just a quick fuck. I really can’t explain it the way you want me to, but I could just tell. It felt different.”

Jimin remembered vividly the rush that took over his body after your first conversation. Quickly realizing that listening to someone talk… just talk, had never felt like that before – so satisfying, as if he could spend the entire night just listening to the sound of your voice.

“And then you kissed me…” Both of you had been so drunk, he only remembered his first night spent with you in flashes. But that kiss was so far burned in his memory that he found himself replaying it from time to time. 

You had made the first move after the endless rejecting you made him suffer. Lips so soft and tasting of the sweet liquor you had been downing all night. Just the contact had chills running down his spine, feet lifting off the guard as he levitated – figuratively.

“I was pretty much screwed from that point on,” The tips of his fingers rub soft patterns into your skin as his other hand toys with your messy hair. “Screwed in a good way.” He clarifies although he doesn’t really have to.

You can tell. Can relate. That one kiss was it for you too, although you didn’t realize it in the moment as he had. Looking back now, though, it wasn’t hard to see that it was different from any other kiss you’ve ever experienced. Ever. As if your entire future to come was written in that one press of lips. Emotions and all.

Smiling, you lean up to press a soft kiss to his cheek. Then another. Two more before you’re letting your head fall onto his shoulder again. “I was screwed too. In a good way.” You clarify, watching the way his face lights up at your words.

At this moment, seeing that look on his face, you’re deciding that nothing else matters. All the weight lifted from your shoulders just from the sight of that smile on his face. More than ready to be screwed in a good way, with him… for as long as you possibly could. And then longer.

DECEMBER 19TH, 2019 | 19:18

Bubbles to his collarbones, Jimin watches as you enter the bathroom. Silk robe hanging off of your slender frame, covering just the slightest bit of your bare breasts but giving him a full view of your tiny panties. Hair falling in messy waves down your shoulders and back. 

You hold a plate, on one hand, the chocolate strawberries he had brought earlier arranged prettily on the glass. Two champagne flutes held by your manicured fingers. He sits up in the tub a bit as you make your way over, eyes glued to you the entire time until you’re planting your pretty bum on the edge.

“Strawberry?” You offer after setting the glasses down, picking up the largest one from the set, and pressing it to his plump lips. His mouth is opening, wrapping around the treat. His eyes are on you the entire time his teeth sink in, the juices dribbling down the side of his mouth.

Setting the stem back on the plate, you lean in to press your lips against his – licking the slight mess up as he chews. A laugh leaves your lips at the way he chases your lips in your attempt to pull away. Instead, you’re lifting another piece to his mouth.

“Are you sure Jeon won’t show up?” He speaks between bites and you’re nodding your head before he’s even fully finished with his sentence.

“I’m positive. He’s spending the night with Tae. Has been or the past week, I think.” Your hand lifts, thumb swiping over the bit of chocolate smudged on his lower lip. He watches as you suck your thumb into your mouth, making a slight show of licking the sweetness off.

“And you don’t think it’s messed up to be using his bathtub?” Shaking your head, you reach down to pick up another fruit. This time feeding yourself. “The guy has the biggest bathroom in this place. Plus, wasn’t it your idea to have an early Valentine’s Day?”

He had called you that morning with an entire speech on how Valentine’s Day was a pointless holiday and that a couple should treat every day as if it were Valentine’s. Gifts, special dinners, romantic nights shouldn’t be saved for Valentine’s Day alone.

The entire speech a bit long-winded and you couldn’t help the way you seemed to drone in and out – it was 9 AM for crying out loud! It had ended with him proposing the idea of you two celebrating as if Valentine’s Day as if it were today. The whole shebang and it would be ten times more special because it would just be you two doing it, because you wanted to – not the entire world because it was on the calendar.

Of course, you were agreeing. A romantic night with Jimin, who the hell would turn that down? He had come over around five to make you dinner, which you enjoyed in front of the fireplace before he was pulling a long box from the pocket of his jeans.

No long-winded speech, just a joyous smile on his face as he presented it to you. Making a mental note to stop at the store tomorrow and pick something nice up for him, you pulled the lid of the box open – jaw-dropping at the dazzling silver necklace that stared back at you. A simple 'J’ hanging from the chain and it was safe to say that stood for his name.

You were having him put it on you with haste, promising never to take it off.

And now came dessert. The strawberries he had brought and the pretty robe you had stored in the back of your closet. Thankful that his impromptu night of romance didn’t fall on a not so lucky day, you were good to go to fully enjoy the after bit of your makeshift Valentine’s.

“Now, are you going to be lame or are you going to shove over so I can get in with you?” Any hesitance about being in Jeongguk’s bathtub falls from Jimin’s head as you’re standing, letting your robe slide off your shoulders. His eyes are glued to your fingers as inch the panties down your legs.

Jimin had seen you naked many, many times before. But each time left him more speechless than the last. A few weeks since your last salon appointment, he’s surprised to find the dark curls between your legs more attractive. You seem to be glowing where you stood, skin no longer flushed like it used to get when you’d undress in front of him.

Sitting up, he makes just enough space to have you straddle his hips. Mouth falling agape as you make your way over to him, eyes glued to the gentle sway of your hips. His hand lifts to close around your waist, helping you climb over the ledge and lower your body onto his. Your soft hands instantly finding his damp chest.

His length stands straight up, pressed firmly against your thigh as your legs close him in. “Ooh, hello.” You giggle at the feeling, leg lifting slightly allowing his cock to drag over your now wet skin.

“Fuck,” Jimin groans, feeling his dick twitch against your leg. “You’re making it really hard for me not to fuck you right now,” Despite his words and the strain in his voice, his hips are lifting – meeting the drag of your thigh.

A small pout takes over your lips, hands sliding up his broad chest to his shoulders. Moving in to grasp either side of his neck, gently tilting his head up so he’s looking you in the eye. “You don’t want to fuck me?” There’s mock sadness in your voice, that paired with your pouty lips and big eyes has a groan falling from Jimin’s lips.

“It’s so rude to fuck in another man’s bathtub.” His words hold very little merit with the way he’s shamelessly grinding his cock against your thigh. “It’s my present to you, though.” Your J necklace shines in the dimly lit bathroom, catching his attention. J for Jimin, of course. Labeling you as his in the most primal way, but he doesn’t care. Likes to way it’s long enough to rest against your breast. Right above your heart. Right where he belonged.

Your soft lips drag over the length of his neck, sucking wet hickeys into his skin. Jimin’s head falls back against the shower tile, giving you as much room as you needed to mark him. “It’s kinda hot, don’t you think? Fucking in another man’s bathtub?” Your words are murmured against his skin.

His hands lifted to rest on the swell of your ass, using his grip to shift your body until he’s pressed right against your soaked heat. “You’re the only one that thinks that’s hot.” He laughs, the sound shifting as soon as you’re bucking your hips into his – coating his throbbing shaft with your arousal.

“Can I put it in? I want to feel you so bad.” Moaning your words, hips swiveling in a way that has the head of his cock pressing against your clit with each movement. “Holy, fuck. Who are you?” He grunts, head lowering to watch the slide of his shaft between your legs.

Although rhetorical, you’re answering his question with a wide smile. “I’m your baby.” His baby. His. For how long? That didn’t matter, the only thing he should be focused on was you, right now – on top of him, ready to fuck yourself on his cock. Like the fucking dream you were.

“Put it in, put it in.” His rushed words come out just as your hand is reaching back to close around his balls. A soft giggle falls from your lips, smile quickly shifting as your jaw drops, walls opening to swallow him in.

“Fuck,” You both breathe out the moment you’re fully seated on his lap again. Much deeper in this angle and you wonder why you’ve never tried it this way before. Definitely, something to get used to, so you busy yourself with mouthing at his neck, fingers tangled in his hair as your teeth graze over his skin.

It doesn’t take long before he’s starting to grow impatient, hips lifting to meet yours, water sloshing underneath you. “Fuck me,” He sighs out, the slight whine in his voice making your eyes widen. Oh, this was definitely new.

Hands braced on his shoulders, you lift your hips slowly before quickly pushing them down. You repeat the actions a few times, the sound of his groans egging you on. His hips are still underneath you, allowing you to set the pace of your movements, the only aid being his hands on your hips propping you up each time you rise.

His head is thrown back, crooked teeth cutting into his lower lip a soft pink tint dusting over his cheeks. Neck wet and bruised from his lips and you’re deciding that he’s never looked sexier. 

“Shit, look at you.” Panting out, your hands trace over the slope of his waist, landing on his rib cage and the back down again. “Are you close already?” Hips lowering to press firmly against his, you take to rocking your hips back and forth instead. The familiar warmth spreading throughout your limbs – and you’re sure the quickness has a lot to do with the way he looks.

His head lifts at the feeling of your walls tightening around his base, the hands he held on your as flexing. He watches you move through hooded eyes, following the movement of your hand as you reach between your legs rolling your clit between your fingers.

Jimin is lifting his hands to grip your hips, lifting his own to fuck into you properly. Allowing you to concentrate on the movement of your fingers as he brings you closer to the edge with each thrust of his hips. So powerful that your ass ripples from the force, head falling back as cursed moans fall from your lips.

He’s right behind you when you’re finally falling apart above him, fingers clawing at his chest as you scream out your orgasm, body falling limp onto his just as he’s spilling out on your thigh. Panted breaths turning to soft laughter, as your mouths find each other in the sexual haze.

You hold him close as you kiss him, hand resting at the back of his neck to hold him against you. Positive this is the best impromptu Valentine’s Day you’d ever spend and you’re more than ready to spend as many more with him.

DECEMBER 22ND, 2019 | 13:29

“Kimchi stew for my Minnie who has a stuffy nose,” You announce as you exit the kitchen with the steaming bowl, set on a serving board. Jimin is wrapped in a blanket on his couch, definitely milking the fact you offered to take care of him and his slight cold.

Setting the board onto the coffee table, Jimin is taking his time with rising to a seated position on the couch. “You made it?” His voice a bit scratchy, half from not using it all day and the other half because of his cold.

It’s wrong to say that he looks cute right now, the man was suffering for crying out loud! But you couldn’t help but admire the redness of his cheeks and nose, his big glossy eyes, the scratchy tone of his voice. It was all too cute.

“Yup! You eat that, I’m gonna go clean up the kitchen.” Thumb jutting out to point behind you, to the mess you had left in his shared kitchen. You could just imagine Joonie entering the room and complaining about how he had just wiped the counters and reorganized the fridge.

The firmness of Jimin’s tone has your movements stilling, though. “No,” You can hear the pout in his voice and seeing it has a soft laugh leaving your lips. His arms crossed over his chest in protest. Oh yeah, this boy was definitely adorable when he was sick.

“Jimin, it’ll clear up your stuffed nose.” Obviously misreading what he’s protesting for. You had made his favorite and he didn’t want to eat it? Confusing to you, but it could just be a sick thing.

He shakes his head, reaching his hand to grasp onto your wrist. Gently, he’s tugging your body toward his. “No, don’t clean up the kitchen. Stay with me.” Your heart swoons even with the fog of his sick words. Stay with me. Ugh, did he have to be like this when you couldn’t smooch the shit out of him without risking infection?

“You’re such a kid,” Brushing off the quick thump in your ear with a roll of your eyes. “What? Do you want me to spoon feed you too?” You tease, not expecting the instant nod of his head.

“Yes, please!” With much more strength than a sick person should have, he’s tugging you onto his lap – circling an arm around your waist. Jimin leans back against the cushions of the couch, waiting patiently as you reach forward for his bowl.

He’s warm like he always is – this time for different reasons. The tips of his fingers brush against the exposed skin of your stomach, slightly chapped lips stretched into a small smile. Mouth instantly falling open as you bring the spoon to his lips.

“Annoying…” The smile on your face is evident in your voice, watching as he chews around the solids of the stew before he’s opening up his mouth for another spoonful. His eyes are on you the entire time, at times missing the food you’re offering to him.

It’s not until a few moments have passed of him mindlessly opening his mouth and refusing to look away from you that you’re saying something. “Why are you looking at me like that?” His tongue pokes out to lick some soup from his lips, shoulders shrugging slightly.

“I love you.”

Words dropped so casually as if he was just letting you know he bought 2% milk instead of whole. As if there was no relationship altering weight to the words he so carelessly let slip.

“What?” You try to laugh it off, ignoring the uptake of your heart. “You don’t know what you’re saying. Come on, eat up.” You offer him another spoonful, which he takes to keep it from dripping onto his blanketed lap.

“I know what I’m saying.” His hands reach for the bowl in your hands, lowering it onto the table so he’s able to take hold of your warmed palms. “I love you, Yn.” He repeats, having the same effect on you as the first time.

There’s not a single sign of playfulness in his stare, not even the usual bit of teasing that seemed to be permanently etched into his smirk. More than serious and he needed you to know that, not wanting to give you any reason not to believe him.

“Relax, alright.” You can feel the heat creeping up the back of your neck, and for a moment you wonder if you’re the one with the fever. “You were just hungry and I made you food. No need to throw the L word around,”

You go on trying to justify his random confession, but Jimin isn’t having any bit of it. He’s shaking his head at your words, bringing your joined hands to your face, gently pushing a finger to your lips.

“Shh, stop it. I mean it. I love you. And I need to tell you now, before…” Before I leave you. The words almost slip, but he’s not ready to go there yet. Still has a few hours left in the perfect week he planned for you. Not ready to ruin it all by letting you know.

Hanging on to every one of his words, you don’t miss his slip. Waiting just a moment, for him to finish his sentence. Brows furrowing when he laves the words floating in the air. “Before what? Did something happen?”

“Nothing.” A reassuring smile spreads across Jimin’s lips, an arm dropping to wrap around your waist – he pulls you closer. “I just had to tell you, that’s all.” He’s smiling again, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. Actually, it looks a bit sad. You want to ask him what’s wrong, get to the bottom of all of this. But you’re still trying to wrap your head around the fact that he loves you.

And you’re not sure if you’re ready to say it back.

“Oh, well. Is it alright if I think about it? Before I say it back?” Pausing, you brace yourself for the cut in your words. The negative reaction that must come from someone not returning the love. It doesn’t come. Jimin wasn’t the type to say I love you in hopes to hear it back. He told you because he wanted you to know and understood that everyone realized it in their own time.

He’d wait for you, of course. Because he was hoping that you’d wait for him too.

“Of course. I wasn’t expecting you to say it back. I just had to tell you.” 'Before I leave you’. 'Before I ruin all of this’. The words repeat in his head like a mantra. You two would be able to survive him leaving, right? It was only a few months… you’d make it through, right?

The gentle brush of your fingers in his hair is stealing him from his thoughts before he can slip too deep. “Thanks for telling me,” There’s that pretty smile on your face, the one that he has fallen in love with ten times over. “I care about you a lot,” Your version of the word, and you hope it’s good enough as your hand falls to cup the side of his face.

His lips are closing over yours. Soft. Slow. Kissing you with every ounce of love he has in his body. And your heart is so full that you don’t even both to protest about him getting you sick. Not caring in the slightest bit that you’d catch his cold. Just allowing yourself to be lost in this moment with him, the first time he told you he loved you.

And he meant it. You knew he did. Could trust his words. Him. Could feel yourself falling in love with him as the days went on. And you couldn’t wait for you to be able to tell him, no weight on your heart. All the time in the world to figure your heart out, but you wanted to hurry to meet his. 

Wanted to love him just as much as he said he loved you. Everyday. For as long as you had. And then longer.

– girl code rule #1: never, ever, under any circumstances fall for your best friend’s crush. but what happens when your best friend’s crush checks all the boxes of your ideal guy… and to make matters worse… he’s crazy about you too.

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