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𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲

A/N:her is the next part of the pregnancy series are back after Months!Yey I hope you like it!

Genre:

🌻 - Fluff

✔️ - Completed

↳ Summary: You are 7 months Pregnant

𝐒𝐞𝐨𝐤𝐣𝐢𝐧

Your Son was kicking much more day by day. You looked down at your stomach and see Jae-Hwa moving around.

You began to feel hungry,you put your hand on your Tummy “Lets just ask Your Daddy if he can make us food” You hear the door open and see Jin coming home from practice “Hey Jagi how are you and Jae-Hwa today?” You smile as he walks towards you you pursed your lips and he gave you a peck.

“Its fine but we are hungry!” Jin kissed your bump “Then why didnt you made you something to eat?” You sight “Cuz your Lovely son is more active day by day and today he didnt want to stop”You whined.

Jin smiled”How about I make you both Kimchi with fried rice?”You nod exited yes Please” Jin kissed you Bump again and Seconds later he feelt his on kick right there where Jin gave a kiss You smiled “Do that again” He kissed the right side of the bump and Jae-Hwa kicked right there again “I could do that the whole day but I need to make you food now”Jin got up and kissed your lips sweetly as you pulled away you smiled at him.“Thank you Jinie I love you”He smiles at you “I love you too”

𝐘𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢

Today Yoongi was in his studio at home and you had nothing to do so you at on the couch waiting for Yoongi to get back home.Hyun-Ae was moving around and you where looking down at your bump with a big smile on your face.

You heard a Wuff so you looked up and saw Holly wagging her trail and looking at the Hallway you saw Yoongi coming towards you.He stopped besides holly and pat her head and then sat down beside you and kissed your lips and then you Baby Bump.

“Baby I need your opinion to a new song I wrote”You nod your head “Why dont you show it  Hyun-Ae first i read somewhere that she can hear now”He nods exited and put headphones on your tummy:You felt her moving around.

Yoongi was in front of you hand on the front of your Bump He gave you a Gummy Smile  “I think she likes my song” You put your hands on his cheek “yes she literally Dances in there”You point at the Bump Yoongi couldnt stop smiling and kissed your bump.

He pulls of the headphones and looks at your tummy “do you like this song Baby Girl if yes kick 2 times” A moment later you felt her kick 2 times Yoongi looks at you with wide eyes”Woah I can literally see her cute little feet”You giggle at him.

𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐤

Hobi was practicing and you where waiting in the corner.You sat on the floor and looked thought your Phone texting your friends.Sometimes laughing at their Jokes.

Hoseok stopped the music and comes towards you  and sat down beside you he put his hand above your bump and put his arms around you.”Sunshine...We can go home in a few just wanna take a break” You put your phone down and put your hand in his hair he hums “Fells nice Sunshine” You giggle “You comfy?” He nods and kissed your Bump “Very”

You gab his hand “Feel that baby...In-Su is moving around”Hobi smiles “As he feels In-Su “Wow this feels nice” You kissed the top of his head Hobi began to talk to your son “Hey Bub..Here is yor Dad I am exited to meet you in a few months I or better we,me and your Mommy Loves you with all our heart” You feel In-Su kick “I think he is exited Just like you”

Hobi smiles Hi sunshine smile

𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧

You woke up heard your Husbands voice.you couldnt understand what he is saying.

You let out a groan and opened your eyes and looked down and Saw Namjoon talking to you Bum or to be exact Joo-Chan and Joo-Eun.It became a normal ting,Every morning Namjoon would talk to his Daughter and Son. You Put your hand in his hair and pat it.

He looked up to you “Good Morning Baby” You smiled “Morning Joonie the Pooh” He smiled at the Nickname you gave him at the beginning of your relationship.”How can you even sleep with this big but Cute Bump” You smile “I dont know but the pregnancy pillow helps very much...and your Tummy rubs”

Joon gave you a dimpled smile “Where are the too of then?” You waited a moment and then put his left hand where you feelt your Son”here is Joo-Chan i think and here is his sister Joo-Eun” Joon kiised ou Bump 2 times “I cant belive we are going to have twins”

You smiled back  “Me too”

𝐉𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧

It was 9 PM and you couldnt sleep.Every Position you tried was uncomfortable.You let out a frustrated sight “Argh...Why cant I find a comfortable position to sleep”

You looked at your phone and saw a text from Jimin saying that he will be home in 5 minutes,you let out a sight in relive.Jimin alway know how to help you sleep.You sat up in the bed and just chatted with your friends until you heard the door open.”Jagi I am home” You put your phone down”I am in our bedroom Chim” He walked inside The room opening his arms “Hey Jagi I missed you and Kwang-Dae“You smiled hearing your sons name.

His name always put a smile on your Face,and it sounds even better when JImin says it.”Chim you need to help me and Kwang-Dae sleep again...mostly me since he is already asleep...I think” Jimin smiles “Okey Baby wait a few seconds I have to go take a shower and change then I will sing for you ”

It always helped hen Jimin sings you a song his voice was so beautiful.You waited for 15 Minutes and the Jimin came out and crawled into the Bed you lay your head on his shoulder and your legs where tangled together his one hand in your hair an the other one on your Bump.

He began to sing Stray Gold and you intimidatingly relaxed as you where about to fall asleep you feel a Kick you whined “Nuuuuu not now Kwang-Dae Mommy was about fall asleep” Jimin smiled and began to rub your Bump and lays his head over your Bump an began to sing again.Kwang-Dae seems to calm down and 2 Minutes later you where asleep.Jimin smiled and kissed your bump and then your Cheeks.

𝐓𝐚𝐞𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠

"Baby” Taehyung calls you.You where at the Baby Shop.Buying a few things lice pacifier and an other Baby Blanked.Tae came back with a tiger plushy and you had a Giraffe plushy in your hand “Baby look at this cute Tiger plushy”

You looked at it and then at the lion in your hand “But TaeTae I think the Lion is cuter” taehyung thought a moment why dont we let Mi-Cha choose?” You nod “okay”You gave Tea the Lion.

He kneels down in front of you “Hey Munchkin Here is your Daddy...Daddy wants to buy you a Tiger plushy but Mommy wants to buy you a Lion so kick on the left for the lion and on the right side for the tiger”

You waited a few seconds and then you felt a kick on the Right side “Yes god decision Munchkin” taehyung gave you the lion and you sight and put it away “Aww Sweetheart dont be sad” You sight “I am not sad Tae” He kissed your lips.

“Now lets go and pay my feet begin to hurt and your Munchkin and me are getting Hungry” Taehyung gave you a Boxy smile “Okay Jagi”

You looked down at your Bump “And this time you are on my side Mi-Cha“ Tae chuckles at you.

𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤

You came up with the Idea to take every Week a picture of you two in front of the big mirror so that at the end you have Book you can show your son/daughter when she is olden and because its cute Idea.

Jungkook comes into the room with the camera in his hands“are you ready Baby” You nod  “yes lets take an other cute picture of us three” You smile and look down at your Bump.

Jungkook smiles and Kiss you lips passionately you kissed him back his hands on your Baby Bump,Until you felt a kick on your left side.Jungkook pulled away and crunched down to you Bump “Hey Bun...Daddy loves you but this is the wrong moment to play” You giggle at him.

You grab the Camera from the bed and Took a picture.Jungkook heard a *klick* sound and Got up “Did you took a picture?” You nod “I am sorry I just couldnt resist,you looked so cute.

Jungkook took the camera and looked at the Picture you where looking down at Jungkook with a smile on your lips an one hand in his head and the other one holding the camera.Jungkook looked like he was kissing you bump.”Woah...Jagi This picture is cute” He pecks your lips “I like it too”

Later you printed out the Picture and you both sat down on the kitchen table with the Album in front of you and Jungkook looking at the New Picture in the Book with a smile

You look at Jungkook “I cant wait until He/She is Here” Jungkook puts his Arms around you “Me Too Baby”

tada afther Month the next part of the Pregnancy series~

Sorry that I made you all wait so long~

Write me Here what Gender you want for Jungkooks Baby~

Ha-Neul~

𝐓𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐘 (𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦 𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐭)

▶️ - Ongoing

❄️ - Series

🌻 - Fluff

A/N:I am sorry you had to wait so long for this part hope you like it Angels💞

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𝐉𝐢𝐧:

WordWideHandsomeJin

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WordWideHandsomeJin: I am happy to say that Y/N and Me are going to have a Little Baby Boy!💞I love these two so much!💞

Y/Nie:Aww Jinie We love you too💞

BTS Biggest Fan:Cuteee💜

Jin is handsome:Her bump is  so beautiful 💜

We love Bangtan2134:The Baby is going to be so handsome!!

𝐘𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢:

MinYoongi

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MinYoongi: Me and Min are going to have a cute Baby Girl in our Family I hope you are all happy about it ARMY because I am🖤

MinMin:Ofc we are happy Yoongi

Y/Nie:Aww Baby You are so cute🖤

Namjoonie:The picture is cute Hyung! I am so happy for you both!

Bts Army Lover:Look at her Bump

𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐤: Hobi the Sunshine:

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Hobi The sunshine: I am getting a little baby Hope💝 Our Sunshine Boy is going to get so much love.I love her and her bump.💝

CuteHobi:Naww I am exited for you guys!

Y/Nie:Thank you Hobi💝

WordWideHandsomeJin:Y/N you look cute in this dress

Bts Armyyyy12:Aaaaaaaaaaaa we are getting a baby hope

𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧:

Namjoonie

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Namjoonie:My Princess and My price and my other Princess💚Yes ARMY My Princess and me Are getting twins💚

MinYoongi: Wow two little babys 1 Namjoon and One Y/N Cutee

Army1234: Wow Joonie is geting twins

Bts65:I hope they have Joonies dimples💚

𝐉𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧:

ChimChim

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ChimChim:Look at Chubs and our Baby Boy in her bump💙I am so soft for them💙

Y/Nie: I am soft for you both too Chim💙

Armx x Bts142:Omg a little Jiminie

Armyyyyyy Jimin:Cuties💙

Jiminie14:The baby has a cute Appa and a beautiful Eomma💙

𝐓𝐚𝐞𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠:

TaeTae

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TaeTae:Look at my Tiger with our Baby Girl inside her Bump! I love this bump soooo much and ofc my Y/Nie(She is so beautiful)❣️

Y/nie:Awww my cute TaeTae❣️

Tae131:Wow so cute a baby TaeTae

Btssss708:She is pretty

BtsBigHit:congrats Taehyungie

𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤:

JeonJungkookie

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JeonJungkookie:My Too babys!💛

Y/nie:You are so Cute Jungkookie💛

LalaBts:Y/n you look so cute in this dress

bts67890:Aww a baby Jungkookie💛

ChimChim:Congrats Kook but do you know the gender yet?

JeonJungkookie answer to ChimChm: No we dont wanted to know Hyung

BTSSSSSSS: I think its a Boy 💙

Atmy x bts.Naaa I thinkk its a Girl💜

Okey Guys I hope you like it~

What do you think the is Gender of Kookies Baby?~

I purple You💜~

Ha-Neul.~

𝐓𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬 / 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬

▶️ - Ongoing

❄️ - Series

🌻 - Fluff

A/N:Okey.... Now you and your Husband know that you are getting a Baby.You are 3 months Pregnant. You need to tell the Members / Your Families.....

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𝐉𝐢𝐧:

You where sitting in the Living room nervously playing with your fingers.”Jinie...?” Jin looks at you,eyes full of worry “Is everything fine Baby?” You nod your head “Yes Handsome I am just scared about their reaction....Do you think they will be happy...?” Jin walks over to you.

“Dont worry Baby they said at our Weeding that they couldn't waif for their Grandchildren dont worry to much okey?” You nervously bite your bottom lip and nod.

At this Moment the Doorbell rings You stand up and walk to the Door while Jin walks into the kitchen”I will wait for you in the Kitchen Jagi”You nod and open the door there stood Jins parents “Hello Miss and Mr.Kim” You bow and let them in.Jin mother hugs You “Hello my lovely Daughter-In-Law”

Jin Vather gave you a hug to “We are happy about the invitation,I'm curious if our son can still cook so well“You giggle “Of course.....But now lets go he is waiting in the Kitchen” You walk to the kitchen, Jin Parent following you.

Jin was smiling as he saw his parents and walked over to them and gave them a big hug “Eomma,Appa I missed you! Please sit down the food will be ready in a few seconds”They sat down at the Table.You looked at Jin he just nod.

You took a deep breath “We have to tell you something Eomma and Appa”Jin walks over to you and put his hand on your shoulder.He gave you a kiss on you cheek.”I am happy to announce that you will be grandparents soon”

Their jaws droops and they began to smile brightly Jins Mother come to you and hugs you “R-Really....I am gonna be a grandmother.....?”Jin nod “Yes Eomma” Jin father just sat there smiling”I am so happy for you two”

The dinner was full of Happiness.

𝐘𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢:

You where with Yoongi and  your Parents at a Park.You all sat on the Grass with a blanked and food.The Sun was shining brightly.

You where sitting on Yoongis lap his arms where wrapped around you.Your Parents where sitting on the other side.

You where eating Strawberry´s sometimes giving Yoongi one.He smiled ant thanked you.You parents where talking with Yoongi about his work.

After a while they stopped talking and it was a comfortable silence. You cleared your throat “So....The main reason why we invite you here because we wanted to tell you something” You look at Yoongi.

He gave you his Gummy Smile.Your Father looked at you with a confused look “What is ist sweets?” Yoongis smile got brighter.

“So you know the last weeks Y/N didn't feel good so we went to the Hospital and.....”

Your Mother looked worried “Is it something bad?” You shake your head as no she sight in relive.

Yoongi continue “The Doctor said that we are going to have a Mini version of us running around the House!” You Parents hug you both “This are the best News of the whole Day!”

You Smile and lay your hand on your belly.

(He is so cute....help me.....)

𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐤:

It wasent planed to tell them like this but......

It was Friday you where with Hobi on tour, at the moment he is practicing with his members on stage.

You where sitting In front of him with Namjoons,Jimins ansd Yoongis Wife You where watching the Members Practicing Black Swan While Yoongis Wife was Resting her head on your shoulder “Y/N did you and Hoseok already told your Parents that You are Pregnant?” You shake your head as no “No we didnt had a chance to tell them Now did you Guys already told your parents?” Yoongis Wife and Namjoons Wife nod too just Jimins wife shook her head as no “Nah we want to tell them when we come back from Tour” You nod understanding “Me Too” Then the members came.

Hobi walks over to you “Hey Angel how are..?” You kissed him “ I am Fine we talked about who told their parents that they are pregnant” Hobi nod.

Right at this moment your phone rings.

Oh no......

IT WHERE HOSEOKS PARENTS!

You gasp “H-Hobi....?”He grabs your phone and answered “Hey Eomma Appa and my beloved sister!”

Hobis Sister waves her hand”Hobi where is Y/N? Isnt she with you” Hobi smile and turns the Camera around so they could see you You waved nervous Next to you was Jimins Wife “hey!” You didnt know what came over you but your mouth began to move from alone.

“I AM PREGNANT..........!”

You quickly cover your Mouth “Shit....!” Hobi smiles.

His sister begin Singing and dancing around “I am gonna be an Auntie YEY Good Job Brother” Hobi Blushes “T-Thank You...”His Parents Congratulate you two. The Others where giggling and smiling like Idiots.

𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧:

Its Christmas

Namjoons and your Parents are over at your house.

You where at the living room waiting for Your Husband to come home from his studio.You where happy and you know that your parents where going to be happy because al they talk about where Grandchildren.

Every time they where over they asked you if you where pregnant  You answered every time with a No.

You and Namjoon talked about when you are going to tell them.

You suggested that you tell them about Christmas.He agreed.

The door open and your beloved husband comes in.He walks directly over to you and gave you a short loving Kiss.”Hey Princess How are you feeling?” You smile “I am Fine my Joonie the Pooh”

Later that day You where sitting in the living room on one sofa where His and your Parents on the other side where you and Namjoon.

Your parent gave you a picture of you all together on the couch smiling in the Camera. You both thanked them.

Then you gave them a little purple box. Namjoons Mother Opens it and began Crying she gave the box to her husband and he began smiling. Your Mother looked in the Box.Inside where little white baby shoes withe the sentence “We will see each other soon” on it and your positive Pregnancy test.She smiles widely Namjoon Smiles Back “You like our present?” They al nod while smiling widely.“Of course we love it” 

𝐉𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧:

You where with Jimin at BigHit.

The Members where practicing wile you and the other Wifes where sitting on the floor.You all where talking.

You got Bored.You look around The Boys where Practicing Boy with Love You walked over to the Desk and take the last banana milk.This was a bad Idea....

And half hour later the Boys where ready and came to you.Jimin gives you his Eye smile(UwU) and gave you a passionate kiss on the lipst Yongi Looks over “Hey Get a room” HIs wife hits him on his chest “Hey be nice Yoongi Bear” The members smile “Aish Kitten why did you have to call me that right now” The members Giggle.

Then you hear Jungkook gasp “Yaaaaa WHO DRANK MY LAST BANANA MILK!!”

You look down at your hand and quickly hide the Banana Milk behind your back.Jimin smiles at you.

Everyone looks at you,You smile innocently “hehe.....Why are you all looking at me like that hahah?” Jungkook walks to you “Y/N do you have anything to say?”

“Ähhhmmm No....”You quickly stood up and run away Jungkook Runs after you “PARK Y/N Get your ass back here and buy me a new banana milk!” Jimin runs after Jungkook in this moment jungkook catch you and throws you over his shoulder.

“Yaaa Jungkook you Brat!Be careful Y/N is Pregnant!”

Jungkook lets you down immediately and looks at you with his doe eyes.”R-Really Nonna.... You are Pregnant...........?” All members stares at you three.

You nod “Yes.......” All Members begin cheering.They all ran to you and gave you a big group hug.

Jimin Couldn't describe his happiness right now

𝐓𝐚𝐞𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠:

You where in the Kitchen with your and Taehyungs Parent.

Everyone was eating expect you,you just look down and sight.Tae looks at you worried.”Baby Tiger are you okey?”You nod.”Yes TaeTae I am Fine”

His Mother looks at you “Y/N? You look so pale are you sure you are fine?” You sight but nod again “Dont worry I am More than fine”

After Dinner you all talked a bit untill you Couldn't hold it anymore and stood up and walked in your bedroom and got a little Light blue box.

Taehyungs Father looked at you”Oooooh what is this Y/N?”

You walked over to Tae and sat down on his lap.He smile at you “What do you think it is Eomma,Appa?” They shrug their shoulders “I have No idea maybe a Picture?”

You hum “Near Here Appa open It”You gave him the light blue Box,he carefully opens it.

In the Box is and Ultrasound Picture from your last Hospital visit one week ago,little baby socks and a Card With a baby on it.He gave it you Taehyungs Mother She open the card and red out loud

“Hello there I am exited to meet You all.Right now i am Save in Mommys Tummy. Seeyou in a few Months.

love your Grandchild~”

Taes parents Smiles and begin Hugging each other and begain squealing “WE ARE GETTING A GRANDCHILD!”

You look Tae and He smile at you “I love Baby”

𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤:

You where at the hospital because you had an Appointment to be sure that your baby was fine.

Jungkook promised to pick you up because unfortunately he has practice.He told the boys that he hast to pick you up from the hospital.

They al begin to worry so they persuaded Jungkook to let them come with him.

He sight but agreed anyways.He drove an half hour to the Hospital he send you a message that he will be there in a few minutes with the members because they where worried.

At the Hospital:

You where standing outside waiting for him He runs over so you and gave you ab hug and a Kiss on the lips you kiss him back.

All the boys came running towards you and Begin questioning about your health.

You couldn't understand them al so “Hey Boys Calm down I am Fine I didn't go here for my health haha”They all look at you with a questioning Look Jin Was wondering”What do you mean ´Not for your health´?”

Jungkook gave them his Bunny Smile.

“The Appointment was for Our Baby Bunny”

Namjoon looks at you”Your what.......? Does that mean You are Pregnant?”You and Jungkook nod.They all where hugging each other and Congratulating you Both.

Jungkook looks at you “How is our Baby Bunny?” You Giggle “Our Bunny Is fine in here” You lay your hand on you tummy he Kisses your Cheek.

I Just need three hours for this I need your help Wen need Genders For the Babys So leave a comment which gender their Babys should have Thank you~

I hope you like it~

I Purple you~

Ass , Boobs and Thighs

with bts maknae line

Boobs : Taetae

Taehyung looks like a BIG boob man. If its big he will like to squeeze them , if its small he will cup them . V is the man to sleep between them and if you are insecure he will assure that they are beautiful how they are .

tae be like : oxygen < cuddles

Thighs : kookie

He just gives a vibe that he is a thigh man .if its small the he likes when you sit on his lap and if its big then he WILL sleep on your lap . Likes when you wear skinny jeans . His one and most favorite thing to do is you SUFFOCATING him with your THIGHS.

Ass : jimin

ok listen me out , he will do ANYTHING to take a peek of it . lives to see it jiggle . gives you so many booty short , 2 cupboards are already filled with it . DEFINETLY wants to try anal .

therapeutic spa [2] , pjm & jjk

you got a special massage after the last time

⇥ pairing :  masseur!jimin ft. masseur!jungkook / f.reader

⇥ genre : smut

⇥ word count : 2853

⇥ warnings : spa!au, oral (f.received), blow job, hand job, fingering, penetrate, massage, spank, dirty talk, unprotected sex

➫ part one 

 ➫ masterlist || © hardggukk 2020. Do not repost or modify

It had been three months since you went to the spa, last time was so incredible. You were out of words to tell you pleased by the massage, you wanted to go there again after Jimin, the masseur told me that he will feel delighted if you came again. Plus, he even told you will get a special fee for the second visit. You blushed at the unexpected gift from him at the time and were shocked by the intense and pleasurable orgasm he gave to you.

Yet there you stood in front of the spa as you kept thinking about the special fee Jimin talked about, you eager to know. Your face crimsoned and your hands began to shake as you fantasizing about him doing that to you again. You decided to wore nothing under your very tight white dress, you love how the dress enhanced your curves in the right way.

You greeted by the same male receptionist when you approached the counter. ”Oh hi y/n! It has been a long time, right?” You smiled by his friendly behavior. ”Yes it is, eventually my work got myself so busy. Can I get a full body massage for today?” Your voice slowed down at your last phrases, burned up by the thought of your past massage session.

”Of course, I will set you up. You may go inside.” He politely invited you as you finished your payment. ”Have fun.” He chuckled as you looked at him surprised but you decided to ignore his remarks as you were excited to get your message. You wished it will be Jimin again to be your masseur but you knew the spa policy was not supposed to be like that, nevertheless you still hoped for him.

”Oh it is you again. I’m glad to finally see you,” Your face brightens up as you see the blonde hair man none other than the masseur who had been haunted you in your dreams. ”My name is y/n, Jimin.” You chuckled as he addressed you like that, he smiled cutely as he stared at you. You can’t help but gaze down on his lower abdomen, amazed to see the tent up against his jeans. He looked so big down there, the last time massage he only pleased you, you didn’t have time to please him back as the session had ended.”Here is the towel,” Jimin approached you as you heard him locked the massage door.

You grew anxious but at the same time giddy to know what you will be experienced from him. It just takes a few minutes for you to strip from your dress since you wore nothing except it. You blushed as you saw Jimin waited for you at the side of the bed, you noticed how his eyes traveled every inch of your body. “Y/n,” Your heart fluttered when Jimin called your name softly and with his Busan accent caused his voice became a husky, erotic whisper.

”I told you about the special fee for the second visit, isnt?” You nodded, your fist palmed your loose towel to keep it covered your bare body. ”So, I will put on a blindfold around your eyes, is that okay with you?” You blushed at the unexpected treatment however you aroused with it. The last time was so great, you never had such an amazing orgasm like that. You were more eager, anticipated for the special fee.

You nodded your consent, Jimin motioned you to the massage bed. You nibbled your lower lips when Jimin touched your shoulder and turned you to put on the blindfold. Jimin held your hands stirred up your nervousness, ”Let me help you with this towel,” His soft voice anyhow ignited your arousal, she was wringing your hands in agitation. You attempted to control your emotions as Jimin slide off the towel from your body, leaving you naked.

”Lie on your front,” Jimin asked and you followed his order, obedient. You could feel your body started to react just by lying down on the bed, you had to hold your temptation for so long to feel Jimin’s hands on your body. You sucked in a deep breath when Jimin poured the oil on your thighs, you breathed a great sigh of relief after your tense muscle seemed to relax upon Jimin massaged you.

You felt a surge of excitement flow through you, you inhaled a quick breath as Jimin’s hands on your thighs aroused you. You were sexually frustrated, such a simple act was already giving you so much pleasure. You wanted him to take you there and wrecked you, you wondered how his cock would feel like, inside you, even his fingers could give an intense orgasm.

You flinched when you felt another pair of hands on your back, Jimin probably noticed it, ”Y/n, this is part of the special fee. You will get a massage from two masseurs.” You muttered okay, sit back and enjoyed their hands on your body. ”I hope you don’t mind, y/n. My name is Jungkook.” You smiled and let out a long sigh of despair when Jungkook slides his hands firmly across your shoulders then glide them down to your back.

A flush of embarrassment rose to your cheeks when Jimin’s hand massaged your ass. He put the pressure against his thumb, fondled your ass softly. You whimper soft moans at the contact, you were so aroused at that point. You bite your lower lips when Jimin slides his fingers from your behinds, his slick fingers felt astonishingly good against your pussy. You felt his fingers pushed apart your pussy lips before his fingers glide over your cunt. You moaned even louder, your insides were in a flutter as Jungkook massage both side of your boobs.

Jungkook’s oiled hands made easy access to grope your boobs, his thumbs rolled against your nipples caused you to arch your back. Your cries of pleasure filled the room as you weren’t even trying to keep your voice down. ”Please, turn around y/n.” Jimin requested, your body limped and slick, coated with the oils all over your body. You panted by the time you turned your body, you felt Jimin reached the blindfold before uncovering them around your eyes.

You fluttered your dark lashes, took a brief look at both of the men surrounded you. Your heart thumped so fast when your eyes landed on Jungkook, he looked as good as Jimin. Deadly hot. His muscles rippled beneath his thin white tee, both of them stared at you like prey, lust, and arousal filled their orbs. Your massive boobs bounced when you turned your body, earned a soft growl from Jimin.

You felt the burning sensation in the middle of your chest, you gasped when Jungkook poured the oils on your boobs. His large masculine hands rubbed the oils on them, your nipples hardened by the contact. Your lips muffled low moans as Jimin slides his wet fingers against your cunt. The pleasure you felt was instantaneous, their hands on your tits and pussy gave so much pleasure to you.

The tip of Jungkook’s fingers swirled around your pebble hard nipple sent electricity straight to your clit. You were already wet, so wet, that you can hear the sound of your cunt made when Jimin rubbed his fingers on them. That was only the beginning yet you were already falling apart.

Jungkook moved his hands down from your tits to your stomach then between your legs. Jungkook reached up the back of your knees, held them up and wide apart, you were so aroused at them as you can see what they were doing to you. You loved the things they had done to your body.

You were out of breath when Jimin finally pushed his fingers inside your soaked hole, your lips twitched and your eyelids fluttered. Jungkook grabbed your tits with his free hand again, circled your nipple and pinched them slightly whilst Jimin pushed his fingers in and out your hole so sensually slow. You gripped the bedsheets, let out a shameless cry. Their hands alone were better than any other man you had sex with, you moaned louder as you were about to reach the peak of your climax.

Jimin noticed how your body trembled, he used his thumb on your clit while he fingered the hell out of your harder. ”Ahh, Jimin, I want to cum.” You shut your eyes closed, nibbled your lower lips as you rode your high using his fingers. ”Yes, baby. Come, come around my fingers.” He encouraged, using two fingers to spread your folds apart to spit directly onto your little bud before licking it away almost immediately. You screamed in pleasure by the time you watched Jungkook coated your wetness while Jimin took care of your and slide his wet fingers into his mouth, his eyes rolling backwards. ”You tasted so sweet, babygirl.” Jungkook’s deep voice sent shivers down your spine. He still hold your legs up, made it easier for Jimin. Your body started to quiver, you were breathless as you cum hard.

Jungkook placed down your legs, you opened your eyes to see both of them stared at you. You cant help but notice their massive bulge against their pants, your mouth drolled by the view. ”Are you okay? you want to keep going?" Jimin asked softly, asked your consent, you nodded your head. The only thing you can imagine at that moment is both of them fucked you hard.

Jimin smiled at you before he walked at you, he planted a soft kiss on your lips, you felt Jungkook reached your legs and held them up then did something you will never forget. His mouth latched on your cunt, you instantly gripped a fist of his kong dark hair. Jimin pushed his tongue inside of your lips, his hands traveled down to your tits and gave a firm grab on them. You moaned against the kiss when Jungkook ran his tongue up and down your slit and swirled his tongue around your clit.

You buckled when he flicked his tongue on your clit. ”Fuck, Jungkook!” You squealed, arching your back when hips suctioned onto your sensitive clit, sending you to the edge. You sobbed, grabbed the back of Jimin’s neck and deepened the kiss whiled your other hands clutched Jungkook’s hair.

”Jimin, I want to suck you.” Jimin groaned when you reached your small palms against his bulge. ”Are you sure, baby?” You nodded, your voice stuck inside your throat as Jungkook lapped your pussy harder. You loved how Jimin so soft and asked you beforehand to make you comfortable, Jimin pulled down his pants along his boxer. You gasped to see his cock bounced and hit his toned six-pack, so massive and hard. You noticed his pre-cum on top of the head. You leaned down and stuck out your tongue, gave him a teasing lick.

”Don’t tease me, baby,” Jimin groaned, his palms caressed the side of your cheeks. You smiled at him before taking him fully inside your mouth, ”Ahh, fuck, y/n. Your mouth felt so fucking good,” He cursed, threw his head back, and thrust his hips inside your lips. ”Ah, yes suck me like that.” You were too focused on sucking Jimin’s dick and failed to notice Jungkook had stopped to lick your pussy as he positioned his dick on your hole.

”Ahh, fuck!” You cried out left Jimin’s dick out from your lips as you looked at Jungkook. Jungkook chuckled as he looked at you before shoving his dick inside of you. ”Fuck, y/n. You are so tight, shit!” You rubbed your hands up and down Jimin’s dick, gave him a long lick on his balls, your palms massage and played his balls sent him back to heaven. ”Baby, suck it please while you playing with my balls.”

You swore it made you wetter when Jimin begged you, ”You like it when I do this to you, Jimin?” Jimin nodded as he grabbed your head and plunged his dick inside of your mouth. Your tongue swirled on the tip of his head, Jimin growled as he fisted your hair. Jungkook on the other hand, moved his hands to your inner-thighs, keeping them spread open as he started to fuck you. You were so wet that every time he bottomed out, your juices would drip down his balls. You were so wet, dripping onto the sheets and soaking his cock. Lewd, wet slaps filled the room as he fastened his pace, desperate to get you to cum.

”Ahh, Jungkook, I want to cum.” You moaned, the absolute pleasure they were giving you was unlike any that you had experienced in the past. His hips met the backs of your thighs caused the pleasure you felt to the peak. He went deeper inside of you as you clenched around his dick and he growled, ”Fuck, baby, your pussy feels so good.”

You hummed against Jimin's cock, sent a vibration against his cock. ”Y/n, I want to cum baby.” Jimin stated, you bobbed your head on his dick faster wanted him to cum. Jimin shut his eyes closed before he splurged his cum inside your mouth. You couldnt help but gagged at it, Jimin took out his dick from your lips as he hand job his dick to release more. Jimin came all over your boobs and face, your body rocked forth and back due to Jungkook hard thrust, ”Jungkook!” you screamed, arched your back. Jungkook growled beside your ears, his thrust became wilder and rough and you could tell he was about to cum as well.

Jungkook still then groaned and you felt his hot cum started to pour outside of your pussy and shit it was a lot. You glanced sideways at Jimin who masturbate himself while watching both of you and Jungkook fucked. You reached Jimin’s neck and kissed him, Jimin sat down beside you on the single bed without leaving your lips. You were so needy even after two orgasms you still want to ride Jimin’s dick. You pushed Jimin on the bed left him off-guard, he chuckled as he stared at your naked body. ”Patience, baby.” He said.

”Why don't you turn and faces jungkook so that he can see this sweet pissy of your stretched out around my dick,” You smiled at him as you turned your body faced Jungkook, you bit your lips upon to see Jungkook rubbed his palms on his big throbbed dick. He smirked at you as he noticed you looked at his dick. You moaned when you pushed yourself down on Jimin’s dick, he was so big. You took a time before shoved the rest of his dick inside your hole, your palms gripped his thighs as you moaned louder.

You slowly started moving up and down, bounced yourself like a horny teenager against his dick. Then you started to go harder and faster, Jimin groaned and his cock started to swell with desire, you rubbed yourself against him kept the slow pace. ”Look at this fine ass, baby.”

Jimin praised as he gave a harsh slap on your ass. He groped your ass as he started to move his hips while you bounced on him. It turned you on even more caused you to become wetter and wetter. ”Oh shit! Look at that ass jiggle against my body,” Jimin groaned as he slapped your ass again.

”Jimin!” You moaned as Jimin gripped your ass firmly, you bet it will leave his handprint on your skin. You roughly rode his thighs as if there was not tomorrow and the fact Jungkook watched turned you on even further. ”Jimin! Oh god!” You whimpered as you could feel your climax rise, you could feel him started to pulse inside of you and you knew both of you were close.

You gasped as you saw Jungkook stood up from the chairs and he walked towards you before leaning down and lick your pussy while Jimin’s dick inside of you. Your head spinning by the intense pleasure you received, ”Jungkook! Oh, fuck! Don't stop!” You screamed so loud, somehow hoped the walls were soundproof but at that point you don't even care if anyone heard you, both of them treated and pleased you so well.

Jimin gripped the side of your waist, moved you up and down his cock. You cried out when Jimin’s nails dug into your waist and you slammed down on his cock. Jungkook lapped his lips against your cunt and Jimin’s dick inside of you brought you ecstasy. Jimin reached up and grabbed your breast from behind, as his index fingers toyed with your hardened nipples. You couldn't contain your moans as you screamed out loud in pleasure.

And then you felt it, the build of climax. You slammed one last time before you were seeing starts, your body fatigued after the hardcore treatment you received. Jimin filled his cum inside of you, your body trembled and you were drained of all energy. You collapsed on top of Jimin, before everything blackout.

therapeutic spa, pjm

you got a full body massage from a hot masseur

⇥ pairing : masseur!jimin x f.reader

⇥ genre : smut

⇥ words : 1.1k

⇥ warnings : fingering, massage, breast play, nipple play

➫ part two

➫ masterlist  || © hardggukk 2020. do not repost or modify.

You had heard numerous times of young woman even your friends talked about the new spa that just opened one months ago, you didn't took interest on it as you are really busy with your schedule since you just started to work. You finally decided to take a visit, wanted to release your stress with some treatment from that spa.

You hoped that your decision to give a try at that spa will not disappoint you but seeing how the spa had been chatter among the young woman on how therapeutic their services, you can count on them. After your friends had recommended the spa to you countless times, you finally had a day off after your busy weeks and proceeded to go to the spa.

As soon as you entered the spa, the scent of fresh cherry blossom permeated the air. You scanned the surrounding, amazed by the interior design of the spa. Your body grew hot as you walked inside the dark modern-looking spa, you could feel the sudden change in the atmosphere, very sensual yet relaxing at the same time.

"Welcome miss," you smiled at the male receptionist. He took quite minutes to explain to you all of the packages the spa offered, you then decided to take a full body massage since your body ached for all the hard work you poured at your office.

You guided inside the massage room and informed to take off your close behind the curtain provided inside the room. You folded your blouse and your pencil skirt nicely before placing them on the locker, you unclasped your bra and your panties then wrapped your body with a towel.

You climbed on the bed and placed your face on top of the soft pillow. You take a deep breath, waiting for the masseur. You heard the door open before a man approached you, "Hi, my name is Jimin and I will you a massage. Please relax and enjoy the massage."

You glanced up at the man before flashing him a small smile, you forgot when the last time you saw a man as handsome like him. You shivered as you felt his cold fingers touch your back to replace the towel on your back properly.

You rested your head back on the pillow, closed your eyes. You heard him opened a bottle cap then squirted coconut oil on his palm before placing his hands on your legs, slowly rubbed your legs from your toes to your inner thighs. His hands felt so good on your skin, you closed your eyes as you could feel sleepy in each second.

Jimin stopped massage your legs and moved the towel on your back away, left your back bare to his views. You felt your blood rushed to your cheeks but ignore the feeling since the masseur looked so professional. He probably touched a lot of women bodies, he looked so concentrate as his hands placed on your ass. He gripped your ass firmly as he fondled your ass, pushed his fingers on your ass while giving you soft pressure on your ass.

"Please open your leg a bit miss," You moved your legs apart as you heard his soft voice asked you. A moan escaped your lips when his fingers glided on your private part from behind. Ah this feels so nice. You thought.

You sucked a deep breath as he massages your vagina. His fingers slowly pushed inside your pussy left you breathless, you felt needy as you wanted him to do more. After a quiet minute, he then asked you to turn on your over to massage your front body, you raised from the bed and slowly turned your body.

You blushed as Jimin stared at you, you instantly wrapped your arms around your boobs while turning your body. Your heart fluttered when Jimin smiled so softly at you, you laid back on the bed as you put your arms beside you. You glanced down on his masculine hands caressed your belly, you squirmed your toes as you wanted him to touch you down there again. You bite your lips as his hands made their ways on your tits, he put a large amount of oil on your tits as he massages them slowly with his thumb grazed over your hardened nipples. You moaned again as he pinched your nipples, you opened your eyes and look up at him who had gazed at you.

You blushed as you heard him chuckled, ”does it feel good, miss?” his question made you blushed, you faintly nodded at him. Your mouth slightly agape when he pushed his hands from your tits down to your pussy. Jimin then put the average amount, directly on your pussy made you shuddered. His eyes trailed every inch of your body, his hand moved further down and rubbed his fingers on your pussy lips. You had become needy each second, wanted him to slide his fingers inside of yours.

"Can you open your legs, miss," He asked, you involuntary opened up your legs, fluttered your long lashes to look up at your hot masseur. His soft yet deep voice sent tingles through your body. "Ahh," you moaned when his fingertips dipped into your wet cunt, coated them generously.

"Ahh J-Jimin," his name rolled off your tongue easily as he spread your pussy lips with his two fingers and pushed his middle finger inside of you. You clenched around his fingers, your toes curled by the sensation. "Ahhh ahh it feels so good," you moaned even louder when his palms made his ways on your right tits, grabbed them firmly with his thumb rubbed over your hardened nipples while his another palm worked on your pussy.

Jimin then sinks another finger inside your pussy, you arched your back as your moans drew him in with his thumb rubs your clit in tight, rigid circles that had your thighs quivered.

You gasped, your eyes fluttered shut as Jimin rammed his two fingers inside you faster. Your toes curled, moaned his name over and over again. Jimin watched you in awe, pride swelled in his chest as you ride your orgasm with his fingers. His thumb still worked on your clit with his fingers curled inside of you.

"Jimin, i want to cum-" as you said that, Jimin shoved his third fingers inside your pussy and rammed it faster and with his palm pinched your nipples made it hard to hold your orgasm. Your body trembled as you released your cum.

⟳part two

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when the camellia blooms | pjm

park jimin x kim! reader | 1 | 2

sypnosis: diagnosed with the hanahaki disease, you had only two options - accept a deathly fate, or never love again. 

genre: au, angst, fluff, humor, friends to lovers? maybe.

warnings: many talks of death and dying, namjoon is the sweetest brother omg, unrequited love, swearing, pining, longing, fictional added terms and effects of the hanahaki disease, really sad reader, really sad characters, and lots of angst.

word count: (read author's note)

reminder: this is a sequel. please read part one here; however, this also could serve as a stand-alone, but I would advise you read the first part as well for the full experience.

a/n: i was mauling for a long long long time over whether i should do three parts at most or just keep this one really lengthy, and since i was afraid of losing track if i chose to cut it in parts again, i just decided to make this one quite a bit long. sorry!

"let me try to love you back to life."

"Is that what you think?"

You remember the long pause before your response, a deafening silence amidst the growing tense and suffocating air that evening as you spoke.

You had known then that Jimin regretted what he said the moment he did, but it was too late. He’s already said it, and he’s hurt you.

Jimin looks at you with ache as you stare accordingly at the blank wall, noticing the way your eyes have begun to well up in tears as the familiar feeling of tightness succumbs your throat, light feathers of pink flowers forcefully being swallowed down, "Do you think that I don't remember? That I simply don't care? That I'm just on the fence playing peek-a-boo with death on my door?"

Focusing on you with a heart contrite, Jimin places his bottom lip in between his teeth, eyes meshed together amongst sorrow as he swallows in shame, feeling completely guilty at his preceding words.

"y/n I-"

You then laugh ironically, halting him to a stop.

"Forgive me, Jimin."

Your throat is furthermore burning by each passing second as you direct your gaze at the cause of your painful love, "Forgive me if I prefer to want to spend my last days in peace with the acceptance of my crushing fate. Forgive me for not wanting to die on my death bed sulking and cursing the universe and God and myself and whatever I can for this unfair hanafuckinghaki sickness. Forgive me-"

You uttered every word that night with a sense of despise, a sense of spite, each one a striking arrow shot directly at Jimin's heart.

"-if I choose to pretend to be happy and to be okay for my brother and for your sake." You spit out, last words purposely said with more effect.

Taking a few steps closer towards him, you point your finger accusingly against his chest as your tears willingly fall, lips slightly quivering as your anger all the more increases the moment you two lock eyes.

Your breath is caught at the back of your throat as you look up, finding yourself standing in the very front of Jimin's presence.

You swallow harshly, height difference being of no use as your red eyes focusedly trained on his same ones tower over him, both pairs seemingy battling for agony, "But don't you stand there and accuse me of being indifferent- fucking indifferent of all fucking things towards Sung's death. She was my friend before yours, and losing her hurt just as much as anything else."

You remember crying out, not finding an interest on holding in neither your sobs nor your coughs any longer as you did so right at his face, further recalling how you felt not even an ounce of guilt whatsoever as you purposefully reminded him of your current illness in hopes of making him feel worse.

“y/n please...” Jimin barely utters out, almost visibly fading from the way you raise your voice further in his attempts of cutting you off.

"Don't. Don’t you dare accuse me of ever forgetting that night, because as far as I remember, I was the one who kept inside the pain of losing someone close. I was the one who held you when you cried, consoling you to an unbearable extent that I forgot to console myself." Still looking at him in the eyes, you speak out words of regret as you proceed to cough lightly, the pain inside you endlessly growing that you insisted on passing it to someone else.

One word after another, you could remember physically witnessing the pain in Jimin's eyes.

The way his eyebrows were furrowed together and the glistening streaks that ran along his red cheeks were an evident proof of your success in wounding him, but you didn't care. You told yourself you didn't care. You lied to yourself in saying you didn’t care.

No. You didn't care.

For once, you could still sense that rushing feeling of wanting to lessen the burden of falling in love with Jimin. For once, you wanted to make him feel the pain you've kept inside you for the past two years. For once- for once you wanted to be the cause of his pain, not the other way around.

But that once lasted only as is, just once.

The moment you speak those words against him, your heart begins to ache all the more, the dreaded feeling of guilt and shame and love and pain all united together in rising above your limit as you abruptly collapse onto his arms, growing weak and coughing brutally as the camellias say hello to its desired lover.

You eyes begin to desperately search his as you cling onto him, head proceedingly buried against his chest all the while sobbing uncontrollably, apologies escaping past your visibly whimpering lips, “I-I'm sorry, Chim. I didnt- I don't blame you, I'm so sorry-"

You remember seeing Jimin, just seconds ago having been distraught and practically falling apart from your direct words, somehow manage to gather himself as he stands his ground, still and determined on holding you securely.

His arms are wrapped around you in a protective yet delicate manner, eyes trained worriedly on your fragile state all the while patting your back, tenderly comforting you, “Shh- shh. It’s okay, y/n. Just breathe. Focus on your breathing, that’s right.”

Your breathing has gone erratic, lifting your head a tad bit in order to look at him as you reminisce that night, when you were the one holding him as he cried. "I'm so sorry, Chim."

You remember the first few of your countless apologies which Jimin nevertheminds, holding no other concern than that of which is your state of well-being.

"It's okay, okay? We're okay. Now c'mon, walk with me to the sofa. You can do that right? On three. One, two three..”

Minutes feel like hours as you recall the way Jimin assisted you for a time on end, treating you as though you were a rare delicacy with his manner of tenderness, softness, soft whispers against your ear and soft touches along your spine as he helps you find your amity once more.

Unaware that he is just that — your amity, your armistice.

Sat on the sofa, you continue on controlling your breathing as you inhale in and exhale out, Jimin's voice supple and light by the side of your earlobe as words of encouragement slip past his lips, still slightly red and swollen from his previous cries.

You could practically feel his breath against your ear with the sheer distance between the two of you, the noticeable intimacy of both your positions making you shudder and shut your eyes in an attempt of preserving in place another series of newly blooming flowers.

Standing up abruptly, you look at anywhere but Jimin as you scan your surroundings, all before making a clear statement.

Hesitantly, you whisper, "I think I should go."

Jimin's eyes haltingly falters, confusion capitulating his entire expression before attempting to reach out to you, "So soon? I think you should stay y/n-"

"Why?" You intervene motionlessly.

Caught aback with the benevolence and lack of sentiment in your voice, Jimin unrequitedly stutters as he responds, "Because y-your condition is still not well and I-"

"My brother is a doctor, Chim. I'll ask him to stay with me."

"-I just think it'll be better for you to stay here for a while and rest-"

"Better for me?" You begin, once more keeping his words short, "Or better for you?"

You remember Jimin's widened eyes, clearly not expecting you to say what you did.

"I.." Jimin thinks before continuing, hands grazing yours just as he speaks, "I just want you here. I need you here."

At his words, you remember recalling that exact phrase spoken to you the night Sung died, just when he caught himself falling apart and firstly reached out to you.

You remember the way he stared at you with a sense of longing, a sense of yearning, deeply wanting to convey an emotion you don't- you refuse to understand.

Because you recognizes the love held not only on his eyes, but on his touch, on his lips,

making you want to kiss him, hold him, touch him.

God, you just want to love him.

“Jimin..” Your voice feels light against his face, whispers eluding past your lips as your breath leaves a wisp along Jimin’s plump cheeks, stroking the slightly pink and flushed skin from the sadness it’s undergone not too long ago.

His eyes beam longingly at you, conveying messages that seem foreign to your understanding as your heart palpitates unevenly against his grasp. But it was enough to block your mind, it was enough to drive you wild, it was enough for you to completely lose all sense and thought-process, your brain not reciprocating anything other than what the heart is yearning for.

Him.

And lastly, you remember not being able to hold yourself back as you bring to life the buried words you have kept underground for the longest time.

Your eyes trained directly at his averts down to his lips, the camellias no more blooming as it succumbs to desire, craving no more than to offer him the love you have saved in secret for the past twenty four months, "I love you, Jimin."

Lowly pronounced words as you gaze at him, breath still and steadily fanning the smile slowly forming on his lips.

"I love you too, y/n. You're my best friend."

You remember your conflict, the feeling of pure loss and distraught overtaking you as you remain still. There you were, being loved by him completely, yet it is a love that seemingly leaves you feeling incomplete. Feeling unwhole and broken, feeling void and sunken.

You remember hearing your heart physically crack as you perceive his words, your sight lingering on his own, mockingly filled with a kind of love that you didn't want.

A love that you, quite literally, didn't need.

As soon as you hear what he’s chosen to disclose, you crack an unwilling fictitious smile on your lips just seconds before a hand covers it, your body limpingly maneuvering against Jimin’s hold as you feel your throat contract once more, catching his undivided attention.

Eyebrows furrowed, Jimin calls out in confusion, “y/-”

You remember the endless coughs that had suddenly broke out of you, the worst of what is offered from the Hanahaki being at present time the moment his lips offer a chaffing smile, his concern and sincerity being your death unbeknownst to him.

Coughing vigorously, you push Jimin aside as the overwhelming feeling of sorness and torment leads you to spurt out tears by the corners of your eyes, pushing you to whimper out cryingly. Your back is turned from the origin of your agony as he calls out your name, a voice so quiet yet loud against your hearing, emotionally wounding you as you cry out in pain.

"-y/n..?"

Because you remember a one petal.

And then two, then three,

and you remember blood.

Not wanting to let him see you in such a state that shall most definitely force him to fully understand the meaning of your supposed ‘love’ for him, you run out of his home, opening the door and not bothering to shut it close as you hurryingly exit out.

You ignore all of his calls and pleas as you run

and you run

and you run

and you run

and you cough, thanking the heavens silently as you locate a bus stopped after passing a few blocks.

“y/n wait! Please!-”

You step inside the transportation with no intention of looking back, forcing yourself to cancel out the calls of Jimin's voice, muffled from the reaches of the outside bus doors. A voice that's calling you. A voice that you most definitely would run to if given the opportunity, a chance that excludes coughing and hurting and crying

-and dying.

Ignoring the whispers and talks of the three other passengers inside the vehicle, you avert you tearful sight from and to the driver's concerned gaze as you send a small forced smile his way, meekly stating,

"I don't have any cash on me, but I'm dying in 30 days. You'll let me ride, won't you sir?"

You remember that eventful day, exactly five days ago, one hundred and twenty hours since you had avoided any association with Jimin.

He's contacted you endlessly, knocked on your door several times and even stayed outside your apartment overnight during one weekend, and each time you had luckily spent it over at your brother's. The times he went there though, you were gone and so was Namjoon, leaving him calling out to your brother’s empty studio apartment.

Five days without fits of vicious coughing, yet five days without him.

Is that the sacrifice you have to make to be healthy?

Then, would that be the sacrifice you'd have to make to live?

"Jimin called me."

"AH- Kamchakya!" Your thoughts are finally cut off as you jump at the sound of both your brother's voice and the slam of the door. Stumbling backwards, you barely get the chance to hold your balance as your hand clutches your clothed chest, visibly startled at your brother's sudden presence.

Namjoon had entered your apartment nonchalantly as he shut the door close behind him with no more than a small smack, yet his strength effects the opposite of what is intended.

Eyes widened, you attempt to catch your loss of breath before bending down completely, hands now placed on both knees, "Joon what the hell?! You couldn't have knocked?" Turning aside, you conquest onto throwing the first thing you could find at the genius which he opposingly catches without a beat, throwing the tablecloth right back at you easily as he takes small steps forward, mumbling a small apology afore repeating his previous words, "Sorry. Jimin called me. For the tenth time in five days, may I add."

Rolling your eyes at his bluntness, you contrastingly fail to catch what you once threw as you walk a couple steps back, grabbing the now dirty item and attempting to hide the way your chest tightened by the mere mention of Jimin's name.

"Jimin called you. Congratulations. Would you like an award, big foot?" You joke accordingly.

Now stood up in the kitchen, Namjoon leads on to making himself at home through the means of providing himself something to eat, attempting to hide a small smile dragging its way onto his face out of gladness in finding that his little sister is not letting some pathetic disease affect her overall personality.

"Big foot? That's a new one." Reaching for the bread and peanut-butter, he calmly makes himself a sandwich, as that is the only food he can prepare without failure, all the while strategically conversing in a serious talk with you, "But don't play dumb with me, y/n. You know Jimin and I aren't on good terms right now. Since..." Namjoon trails off, wanting to obviously avoid the topic of your illness.

You sigh, chest heaving as this doesn't go unnoticed by you, of course. Yet not wanting to go down that path in the early morning either, you choose to passively ignore the way he quickly averted his eyes away from you and let him continue.

Clearing his throat surreptitiously, Namjoon proceeds to act indifferent towards the newly formed tension, "-anyway, he and I aren't okay yet but he's still called me for the tenth time, and I finally answered. You're telling me you aren't even a tiny bit curious on what Jimin and I spoke about?"

You've now sat yourself on the kitchen counter, careful not to hit your head on the overtops as you habitually clean up the mess your older brother had habitually started on creating, "I'm not curious, Joonie, because I don't need to ask."

"Mhm, is that so?" Namjoon turns around to look at you, his head somewhat tilted sideways as he proceeds to happily munch away his sloppy and disgusting-looking meal, "You already know what he said then?"

Neatly putting away all the ingredients of which your brother has taken out, you begin to shift in your spot as you look down at your now wobbling feet which you noticed have too begun to unconsciously shift and play with one-another.

You respond hesitantly, letting out another sigh, "Probably asking how I'm doing? Telling you to say sorry to me for him? A bunch of sappy stuff, I bet. He didn't even do anything wrong."

Smiling every so slightly, Namjoon nods his head meekly as he makes his way to the fridge in order to grab some water, throwing his sandwich in the trash bin in the process, "Yeah.." he pauses before chuckling softly, "-that's our Jimin.. Holy shit that sandwich was fucking disgusting by the way. Aish-" He curses before pouring some of the cool liquid on a glass and desperately chugging it down, tears forming around his eyes as he scoffs in distaste.

Confused and surprised, you check to see the bread if its begun to form any mold, which you find none.

"Huh, I wonder why. The bread is good." You say just before stepping off of the counter carefully, "-can't believe you managed to fuck up a sandwich, Joon. You really do suck at cooking, don't you? Well I guess, food in general." You addingly joke, which Namjoon, in contrast, takes complete and total offense to.

Yet just as he is about to bark back at you with a Nobel Prize winning poetic insult, you unintentionally proceed, therefore cutting him off.

"Don't worry, I'll make sure to leave you the recipes of your favorites before I leave, okay?"

Smiling at him innocently, you find no flaw in your choice of words, making your brother's heart ache without warning as you look up at him with a tilted head.

"I know how much you love my cooking anyway, no matter how many times you claim that you don't." You laugh lightheartedly, "I might forget though, since I forget everything- but hey, Jimin cooks a little bit too, so just go to him whenever you miss my cooking, yeah? I know you guys fight a lot but please try not to once I'm g- mph!"

Pausing, your voice is unexpectedly muffled as your lips come in sudden contact with your brother's shoulder, completely quieting you down.

Taking a moment to fully comprehend such an unforeseen situation, it wins a small while for you to come to notice that he has completely submerged yourself in a tight embrace, both arms wrapped around your waist as his chin is placed right on top of your head.

You didn't know how to react.

It is without a doubt that you and Namjoon are close, don't get this wrong. And furthermore are there the endless comforting shoulder rubs and thoughtful words of advice from time to time, but a hug? A hug is usually where the two of you draw the line, both finding an unspoken mutual perspective on personal space.

So to find yourself in his position, with both your hands up in the air by the side of his waists as you remain frozen from the abrupt fright, you remain still, the only thought being in your head is how the last time that the two of you practically hugged this long was back from your parents' passing.

That being thirteen years ago.

Namjoon, on the other hand, does not give a flying fuck as he feels nothing but yearn for you. Your previous words has caused something inside of him to trigger and suddenly feel a certain lack of your warmth and existence, which he hates.

Don't worry, I'll make sure to leave you the recipes of your favorites before I leave, okay?

That's exactly what you had just said.

-please try not to once I'm gone.

You would have added.

His mind is in disarray, his medicinal IQ of 148 fading into an 8 as his thoughts are gathered in shambles, trying so desperately to rid of the now forming vision of a future without your not-so-bad-but-not-good-either cooking, a future without your Namjoon please get a liscense nagging, a future without your unbearable teasing, a future without-

a future without you.

How could he wake up to a future that's missing his little sister?

Namjoon is an orphan now. You both have been for thirteen years. The orphaned doctor, he would sometimes call himself.

And thirteen years ago, this orphaned doctor swore as he looked upon his parents' opened casket for the last time that he will never abandon his sister. Thirteen years ago, this orphaned doctor cried as he smiled against the clear plastic on his dead mother's pale box, swearing under oath that he could never let an accident take his sister away too. Thirteen years ago, this orphaned doctor choked back tears as his hands leave prints against the plastic of his father's case, promising to keep the strength he trusts his dad would have asked of him to endure. Thirteen years ago, this orphaned doctor painfully smiled as he kneeled down and looked at you, your black gloves of mourning beginning to dampen as stains become visible from your attempts of wiping away your brother’s tears.

Thirteen years ago, Namjoon mentally vowed in his deceased father and mother's name to always prioritize you first, determined in a future of being his little sister’s hero as he lastly placed a bouquet of soft pink camellia flowers on top of his parents' shared grave, squeezing your smaller hand intertwined with his.

Thirteen years ago, he was only thirteen, yet he had been the father and the mother and the brother his eight-year old sister needed.

Namjoon didn’t realize when he started crying.

At this point, the both of you are now on the floor, the age difference having been confusing as you are the one cradling you older brother tenderly.

Your once frozen hands are now soft and delicately wrapped around his back, rubbing in circular motions as you mouth words of comfort against his ear. Dampness could be felt on your shoulder down to your chest as your brother maneuvers while sobbing silently, head now seemingly permanent on the base of your neck.

Does being sick always come with scenes like this? You think to yourself.

"Shh, Joon. C'mon it's okay. Shh, it's alright," You coo softly, your own tears subsiding as you don't care of much other than your brother's current distress, "Joonie, c'mon. Seeing you like this is breaking my heart."

Okay scratch that, your tears aren't subsiding, they're sliding.

"Joonie..." You whisper softly yet desperately, wanting nothing more than to console your brother ever so leniently, "-please stop crying."

Suddenly, you feel Namjoon halt as he abruptly pushes away from you at an arms length, hands holding both sides of your shoulder as his reddened eyes direct yours before making the suggestion,

"Get the surgery."

Truly, that was not the right time to bring up the surgery, of this Namjoon is certain.

And to be honest, he doesn't even have a clue whether there is a right time to bring up the surgery. But he's become overwhelmed and desperate, wanting nothing more than to guarantee your life be saved. So although the timing doesn't match, he allows the situation to happen and chooses to not take back his previous words, instead facing whatever you decide to let on. Fate shall take its course.

Caught aback, you look at your brother bewilderedly, "What?"

"Get the surgery, y/n." He sniffingly repeats, nose still red and mouth still dry from his previous and still cooling breakdown.

"What are you talking about, Joon?” You smile slightly, eyebrows knitted and confused. “What surgery?"

"y/n," Namjoon begins, voice short and desperate, "I told you about this, didn't I? I was training for medicine a few years ago, yeah? I was an intern volunteering. My superior's patient had the disease, th- the Hanahaki disease, right?" Namjoon speaks relentlessly as he becomes breathless, looking slightly crazy as he rambles over a particular memory which you have no recollection of discussing with him.

"His name was Jung Hoseok, one of the first ten Hanahaki surgery recipients. He survived, y/n. The surgery was a complete success. He's alive even to now and I also still have his contact saved in my phone. Look-"

"Wait wait wait," You shake your head, hands coming to stop his phone-reaching hands all the while trying to process the vast information suddenly provided, "-the Hanahaki surgery? The surgery you did a Science project on that I helped you with during your senior high school year? F-flower Chowder? The Flower Power?" You finish, grinning at the newly found memory yet just moments before frowning entirely,

"Joon, you're telling me to get the Flower Power?"

Namjoon inhales a short intake of breath as he looks down and shuts his eyes, dreading the soon-to-be-happening conversation, "I know this seems crazy but-"

"Yeah no shit, it's crazy."

"Just hear me out oka-"

"This is really bat-shit off the walls crazy, Kim Namjoon!"

"-it's medicine, y/n. It's not really crazy-"

"medicine. my. ass."

"-it's been successful each time it was performed, and-"

"Joon just stop it!"

"-it's the only way to save your damn life!"

With wide eyes you blankingly stare at him, scoffing in disbelief at his sudden raise of voice, "Save my life? Then what? I go to live like a fucking robot for all eternity? Lose all my emotions and live as some kind of cyborg? We aren't in a fucking sci-fi movie, Joon!"

Processing your words, Namjoon does understand your point; but he's become helpless, the helplessness making him reckless, the recklessness making him desperate, and the desperation leaving no room for understanding your point, "A robot is still alive, y/n."

All in all, a reckless mess.

"A robot is still al- what?! Joon, are you hearing yourself?" You speak incredulously.

No, truth to be told, Namjoon is not hearing himself.

"I don't know what you think this, but I am not about to turn into some kind of sim with no feelings. Both you and I know that I would rather die as I live than live as I exist to be nothing more than just that, existing." You speak threateningly, "Don't you ever make me go through that, Joon. Not even as a last resort and not even when I'm not awake anymore to defend my point."

Holding up your right pinky finger, you raise your eyebrows, staring at him expectantly, "Promise me."

Namjoon glances down at your raised finger, jaw clenched and gaze hesitant. Yet just as he proceeds to reach forward in order to seal the deal, he speaks one last time, defeated, "And what if it is the last resort, y/n?"

You look at him, eyes downcast as you begin to subconsciously lower your hand as he continues, "What if you're moments away from leaving me? What do I do? Do I just let you die? Do you really expect me to just let you die even wh- when there's an option to take where you can live?" Namjoon is breathless as he speaks, voice desperate in convincing you.

Sighing, you lower your head slightly, "Joon, I already told you that I'm okay. I'm ready. I've accepted it-"

"But I haven't." Namjoon cuts you off, his words serving a stab at your heart.

"I haven't accepted it. I won't accept it." He takes hold of both your hands, lowering his height so that the two of you are on same eye level afore smiling sadly, "I've lost both our parents, y/n. I've accepted that. I've lived with that. But you can't ask me to accept losing you either because I don't think I'll be able to keep myself sane without you around. I need you, y/n. You're my sister, my anchor, God, you're my lifeline. You've kept me going for these past thirteen years, and I love you. I love you so so so so much, nae yeodongsaeng." He finishes, your heart crumbling at the sight of his flooding eyes.

"And I'm sorry if this is somewhat unfair to you, but please." Namjoons cries out, voice barely above a whisper as he sheds diring tears, "-please choose to try. Choose to try to live.

-If not for you, please do it for me."

"Fuck you Namjoon." You curse mutteringly, voice low and steady as you stand in front of Jimin's door for the past ten minutes.

You twist and turn like a little child as you curse mentally, feeling dread throughout your entire physicality and not at all wanting to continue with your plan. Nonetheless, you remind yourself of your brother's desperation and of your reasons for doing this.

For your brother, you cheer on.

"Okay. Okay! I can do this." You jump up and down, feet bouncing lightly against the hard ground, repeating the same phrase over and over again, "I can do this."

Turning to knock, your mind then suddenly flushes with dread as you subconsciously retreat back to your car, hands waving frantically around, "I can't do this."

"y/n?"

You freeze.

Fuck.

Hands still amidst the air, you stay still, unbelieving of the situation.

"y/n? What are you- is that you? Am I seeing shit right now?" He mumbles the last words to himself, which he silently thanks goes unbeknownst to you as you stay frozen, feet glued onto the ground and heart beating out of your chest at the familiar sound of his voice.

Hesitating, you muster up the determination to slowly turn around.

Your throat tightens once more all the while your heart contrastingly does backflips as you physically see him for the first time since five days and-or one hundred and twenty hours and-or a very painful long time for someone who's in love with someone.

"Hey, Chim." You meekly call out, trying to hide the anxiety creeping in within you.

Jimin, still processing your presence after countless failure of trying to see you, steps forward lightly, eyebrows furrowed as he evidently attempts to figure out the right words to say, "Hey."

"Hey." You wince as you attempt a grin.

Jimin's lips form a tight smile, "Hey."

.

.

.

Shit, this is so awkward.

The thought enters the both of your minds as a seemingly unprecedented tumbleweed passes by.

Clearing your throat, you notice the way Jimin looks down at his fiddling thumbs and curious little pinkies as you speak out once more, trying to ease the visible tension, "So are you going to invite me in or what?" You laugh breathily, chest heaving up and down in desperation of holding in those God-awful petals.

Jimin looks up at you with wide eyes, breathing a sigh of relief as he nods his head repeatedly, "Right- right! Yeah come in. This is your home too, you know." He speaks as he holds out his keys and turn to unlock his door, not noticing the way you've weakened among with the just fallen petal that silently wisped past your lips.

This is your home too, you know.

It's insane how such light words could make a person feel so lost and contracted.

Seven simple words that were spoken without a thought have you in a dazed mentality, hand tighteningly gripping your clothed heart before faking a positive expression as he turns around to face you.

"You can head inside first." Jimin shows that beautiful smile, moving aside as he lays his hand out in the direction of his now opened abode.

You only nod in return as you waste no time in entering, mumbling a small 'thanks chim' as you pass by.

He then follows soon after, set and determined on making you feel at home as he steps forward.

Yet a sight goes inevitable as your head spins around a moment barely passing as you enter his home, catching the vision of Jimin accidentally stepping on the camellia flower, the fragment that symbolizes your unrequited love, your pain, which lay on the timid ground, cracking it in half.

It seems the universe really is telling you something.

You ponder to yourself as you gaze wanderingly, the now torn petal not leaving your sight.

Smiling ironically, the formidable occurence somehow boosts your acceptance of the situation at hand as you make your way to the sofa, speaking aloud even more so formidable words, "We need to talk, Jimin."

Just moments before sitting down, Jimin remains still, eyes glazing at you directly for a second before gathering himself and proceeding to act indifferent, "Of course."

Jimin. He thinks.

Not chim, Jimin.

"Jimin I-"

"No please-" Jimin cuts you off as you begin to speak, "Please let me say first what I've been keeping inside for this past week of being avoided by you."

You didn't know whether you were supposed to take offense or not, yet nonetheless you decide

"-just wanted to let you know that I'm getting surgery."

I can't believe she's calling me Ji- "What?"

You smile empathetically, "I'm getting surgery, Jimin."

part 3, maybe?

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when the camellia blooms | pjm

park jimin x kim! reader | 1 | 2

sypnosis: diagnosed with the hanahaki disease, you had only two options - accept a deathly fate, or never love again. 

genre: au, angst, fluff, humor, friends to lovers? maybe.

warnings: many talks of death and dying, minor character death, pain, unrequited love, swearing, talks of past sexual experience while intoxicated, pining, longing, really sad reader, and lots of angst.

word count: 7.2 k

"you would die for her, for him."

"You're dying."

The two words escape past his lips steadily and breathily as your widening eyes linger on the way his hands fiddle with one another out of habit. He sighs deeply and resists the urge to avoid screaming at you and maintain eye contact out of professionalism, pushing back his slipping glasses.

"At this rate, you won't have any more than a month. Had you told me this sooner, y/n, the results wouldn't have been as scarce. But because you waited after almost a year of this, I'm afraid there's not much to do." He pushes his desk lightly to pull away from it, creating a mere distance between himself and the papers which finalized your future's passing. Reaching his collar, he tugs on his tie to loosen it before unbuttoning the first stitch as he looks at you with seemingly stray and angered eyes mixed with sympathy.

Suddenly, his sight wanders the room as he shakes his head repeatedly, scoffing in disbelief. He then smiles, dimples prominent, lip tightened, eyebrows furrowed, and eyes broken, piercing straight at its target - that being you.

Standing up, he takes off his glasses and slams his fist onto the chair's arm rest before running a hand across his hair, softly hissing.

The professionalism is now out of the drain, "You're an idiot, y/n."

"Fucking stupid. How could you not- I mean- how could you not tell me? I'm your brother! We're family. Blood. We're supposed to- we're supposed to tell each other these things and you just fucking- you kept it to yourself all these months! Ten months! And now I'm sitting here being the one to tell you that you're dying? That you're leaving me? I would've done something. I would've helped you, I- I would've killed whoever this person you're in love with is. y/n, please- I just-"

You don't know why, but you felt exhausted.

The ringing in your ears is deafening. Truthfully, you hadn't heard a single thing the minute you received news that you'll be, well, passing away. Not to mention, within 30 days time.

It's not as if you didn't already know about your condition, of course you did. Coughing soft pink camellia flowers every time you see the man that's brought you here is not exactly something that just simply passes a blind eye. You sense it, you feel it, and it hurts.

It really, really hurts.

You also felt awful for your brother. You hadn't meant for it to go this far. You didn't mean to not tell him. You didn't want your assigned doctor to suddenly call in sick and have your brother temporarily take his place. You didn't mean for him to find out this way - such a twisted, horrible fucking way, but here you are.

"I'm sorry, Joon. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for this to go this far. I just-"

"Were you ever even going to tell me?" He cuts you off, voice low and steady, almost afraid of your coming response.

Your eyes locate his across the cramped room, and one could clearly tell that it's striving its hardest to fight against desperate tears.

"I- yes, Joon. I was. Of course I was. I was gonna do it after this check in actually, but I guess God wanted you to find out sooner than I intended, though He could've just waited a little while longer and it would've been fine." You joke whisperingly, the heavy weight of your heart lightening just a small bit when you notice the corners of his lips twitch and his eyes faintly soften.

Regrettably, that was a lie. You didn’t plan on telling him, not today at least. Maybe not even ever.

The softening air lasts for only a second as his following question makes you hold back the urge to cough up another camellia flower slowly blooming its way to your throat.

"Who is it?"

Genuine, concerned, curious. These were all that he was.

But noticing the way your body went entirely rigid at his words and the way your hand clutched your clothed chest in attempt to shut down what you know will happen next, Namjoon's brotherly instincts causes him to naturally make his way towards you softly, taking small and careful strides towards your fragile state.

And once he's finally reached you, he gets on his knees gently in order for him to be of nearing same height level as you're sitting down, his hands rubbing the back of your hand in a comforting manner.

He does this all before pulling the trigger.

"Who are you in love with, y/n?"

two years back

"Jimin!"

You call out your brother's best friend loudly, who is currently in the midst of doing a one-man stage play in front of the mirror, "Joon's saying you guys need to get going now. Says he has a patient in two hours and wants to go over all sorts of documents before treating her."

Turning around, you scan the living room and dining room for the keys of your friend's car as your brother also asked you to hand them to him since the two always end up on forgetting it until they've already reached the car parked across your apartment's block.

You hear Jimin shuffle behind you, "Really? He wants to go over documents at- 9 AM in the morning?"

Smiling at his attempts of complaint, you nod your head softly in order to play along and answer his rhetorical question, "He really needs to learn how to drive doesn't he? Since he's dragging you along everywhere he goes."

Jimin laughs at your statement, which being an opinion, your brother would argue, 'driving isn't a necessary aspect of life.' But who really thinks like that? Oh right, non-drivers.

“I guess he’s getting too caught up in learning medicine that he forgot to learn how to officially become an adult.” Reaching above the kitchen top, you finally found sight of Jimin's car keys.

How did it even get up there? You think to yourself. It's really high up, so Namjoon must've been the one to leave it as to where it is.

You groan slightly, "Joon, can you get over here! I found Chim's keys but it's too far up high so I can't reach it. Hell I don't even think he can reach this-"

You are cut off when you feel a hand sneak around your waist, making you flinch and suddenly spin cautiously.

Eyes widened. Lips parted. Breath hitched. You let out an inaudible gasp as you come to the realization that Jimin is now in front of you, head tilted with an amused smile on his face, "Excuse you? I can very much reach this." He says, all the while reaching up behind you, inchly leaning forward. At this point, your body is being pressed up against the kitchen counter and his oh-so-very toned front.

This small action is enough to instigate a flaming abyss inside of you as you very much attempt to calm your alarmed heart.

You can feel the cuts and lines of his abs against your chest as he is now standing on his tippy toes, desperately trying to reach the keys on the kitchen top. Anyone that could see his posture would call him adorable, but your body is currently being sandwiched and by all that is high and mighty your mind can't even really process a single thing. Wait, what were you thinking just now?

"See? Got it." Jimin falls back in place as he jiggles his car keys in front of your stone-cold face, smile wide as he giggles softly, "Piece of cake, y/n."

He then proceeds to move on with his life like he didn't just do what the fuck he just did.

Clearing your throat, you blink about a million times in order to gather your thoughts. Your heartbeat is racing faster than the speed of light and your lips have become as dry as a desert. If you had gone standing on your tippy toes just as he did, you would've been a baby hair away from lips touching. The thought is enough to make you grow weak.

Yet as if something inside of you is suddenly turned on, no pun intended, you remind yourself that these thoughts are wrong. You can't be having these apprehensions, they aren't right. Because not only is he your brother's best friend, he also has a-

"y/n?" Jimin's soft voice calls out your name.

Breaking out of your trance, you turn to see him sitting down on the dining table, head tilted downwards with a small smile on his face. The sun escapes your pastel curtains as it slips past the window sill, reasoning with the current ray of golden yellow that has found its home on Jimin’s plump cheek, shining on the left side of his luminous face.

It's absolutely senseless how he can look as beautiful as he does simply by existing, and it makes perfect sense that your finding yourself to liking him more and more.

Just look at him.

You are broken out of your enchanted daze once more as dreaded words leave his smiling lips, "I'm gonna ask her to marry me."

Only then were you brought back to your inadequate reality.

“W- what?” You attempt to speak, but you notice the way your voice has suddenly become noticeably hoarse.

Jimin looks up at you with a smile, the kind that has his eyes almost disappearing.

“Sung. I’m gonna ask her to marry me tonight.”

silence.

silence.

and more silence.

Like a coward, that was all what you could muster to respond with.

And only then did you notice the velvet box on his hands, upon which he is tenderly caressing. Only then did you recognize the questionable romantic script of his one-man stage just moments earlier. Only then did you realize that the reason behind his growing smile are because of her, not you. Not because of what had just taken place.

Only then did you remember that no, you can't be having these apprehensions - they aren't right.

Because not only is he your brother's best friend,

he also has a, now upcoming, fiancé.

present time

"I already loved him then, Joon."

By this time, your brother has stood up and begun pacing back and forth the modest office, murmurs of curses towards his friend escaping past his lips, "-that small son of a bitch."

Smiling softly, you look down in reminiscence of the moments you have spent falling for Jimin. "I guess I've always been infatuated with him ever since our first meeting, but my God Joonie," you pause, inhaling a short breath in attempt to stop tears threatening to spill. "-ever since that day, when he told me that he was going to propose to her, I finally realized that like was the wrong term to use. I realized that I loved him and I just- I lost sight of everything." You cry, small sobs coming from you as you blinkingly look up to try to contain the waters forming in your eyes.

It was true. That day, when he told you about his plans to ask her to marry him, you've never felt more indignant.

Of course you faked it at first, congratulated him and consoled him into truthfully believing that she will undoubtedly say yes. But the minute he and Namjoon left your apartment, you collapsed on your carpeted floors, sobbing loudly and hitting your chest repetitively all the while cursing yourself in your head for ever even considering the tiniest of possibilities that you and Jimin could ever happen.

You also went out that night, got drunk, found a guy, slept with him, and never looked back.

Sure, this may seem like a regular night out for many, but not being the type to kiss and sleep, sex meant a lot to you.

Nothing wrong with one night stands, that just wasn't your particular chosen lifestyle. But you were wasted. You were intoxicated. You didn't know what you were doing. Had you been sober, you wouldn't have done what you did, especially with the person you did it with. So when you woke up in the middle of the night naked in bed next to a familiar face and realized what you've done, you rushingly stood up, got dressed, and left, ignoring the calls of the man you had just been with.

You went straight home and washed yourself for hours, feeling dirty and sloppy and disgusting. You can easily recollect sitting down in the showers, head tucked underneath and in between your legs, sobbing and crying loudly as the steam surrounding you from the warm water kept on worsening.

You hated what you did, and you most definitely despised the reason for what you did, - to simply get over someone else. You felt guilty. You felt ashamed. What would Jimin think? You thought to yourself. And though that truly didn't really matter, the ache in your heart kept on making you believe otherwise.

You didn't notice how your tears have fallen and stained your newly-bought jeans until Namjoon's hands holding a napkin comes within your perception.

Mumbling a small 'sorry Joonie,' you accept his offer and wipe the tears still continuously streaming down your now reddened, warm, and puffy face. As you do this, you furthermore catch sight of your brother's shadow rubbing his face in frustration, matching the groans that you also hear release from him in the background. And without meaning so, you deflate in insecurity.

Hearing the sound of air being released from a pulling force, you look up to see that Namjoon has sat back down, his elbows resting on the desk while his chin rest on his hands. "Does he know about this, y/n?"

You sigh, "No."

"Are you going to tell him?" You hear him ask once more.

Closing your eyes and sniffing lightly, you inhale a steady breath as you answer him for the second time, "I don't know, Joon."

Namjoon looks at you, eyes full of worry and concern. You don't know?

You're his sister, and he loves you. He would do anything for you. If he could shower you with all the love that you lack from Jimin, he would. And he would do it in a heartbeat. But you're dying. You're leaving him. And he doesn't know what to think. He doesn't know what to do. So how could you not know? How could you sit here, in front of him, after keeping this shit for ten months to yourself, tell him that you just don't know?

He feels frustrated. Frustrated over the clearing fact that if you don't know the answer to that simple yes or no question, then how more could you know the answer to when he asks you to make the choice?

The choice - to love or to die.

A very careful, unprecedented surgery that has been performed by professionals only a few times, yet each one has been successful. This seems easy, yeah. A surgery to save your life? Of course you'll do it! But there's a reason as to why this has been done only by a certain small count.

To perform the surgery and live, the price is not the expense, but rather the loneliness that shall come as you spend the rest of your life void of emotions. The surgery doesn't get rid of love on its own, it gets rid of everything that comes with it - happiness, sadness, trust, pain, pretty much everything that one can possibly feel. The only emotion left is indifference, yet even indifference lacks its self-sustainability.

Who would want to live like that?

Who would want to live a life where you just simply exist and nothing more?

He knows that the day will come eventually - when he offers you the choice, the chance to save your life, and he knows it will come soon. But right now, he has chosen to prioritize being a brother over a doctor. Right now, the only thing in his mind is comforting you.

"Okay." Your brother nods, making your eyes widen slightly in shock.

Okay? No scolding? No 'how could you not know?!' older brother reprimands? But then you remember, oh yeah. You're dying. And who could possibly scold their dying little sister?

"I'm sorry Joonie-" You try to apologize once more before he cuts you off again.

"No, don't apologize, y/n. It's not like you could've possibly wanted for any of this to happen, yeah?" He offers you a smile, but you could easily see past its fabricated purpose, "But instead let me ask you this. And I need you, in our deceased parent's name, to be completely honest with me."

You only nod, completely submissive and understanding of his seriousness the moment that he mentioned your passed parents.

"What you just told me, when you first fell in love with him, that was two years ago." He starts, making you nod again in agreement.

"But you were diagnosed only ten months ago."

Your heart drops, and you don't nod again.

"The Hanahaki Disease is not something that gradually begins and comes to existence over the course of time. It is an illness that is triggered. It could be by a sudden forthcoming realization or proclamation of love, or by an event that triggers the heart to completely shut down in overwhelmth. Either way, basing on the timing of what you've said, you should've been diagnosed with the Hanahaki two years ago. But you weren't."

Namjoon eyes you questioningly, but not too much to the extent that you feel uncomfortable, only just enough to remind you of the importance of this conversation, "You were only diagnosed ten months ago, y/n. Why?"

You sit still, not wanting to move, as if your stone figure would somehow make him think that you're not real or that you're a simple figment of his messed up imagination.

"y/n, what happened ten months ago?"

He finishes his question and you swallow harshly only to realize that you're parched, your throat completely dry. You then tilt your head to steal a gaze at your brother, making you catch the way his eyes suddenly widened as if he just realized something of high importance. As if he had just realized the answer to his own question. And that didn't work with you.

Clearing your throat, you are about to answer him in order to cut off his thoughts until the door swings open and you feel your throat compact, - the coughs of a camellia flower slipping its way to visibility -because there he is,

the man of the hour.

"y/n." He noticeably breathes a sigh of relief before making his way to you, engulfing you in a giant embrace. "I was so worried about you. Why didn't you tell me you had the Hanahaki? How could you not let me know? How long have you had it? Who is it? I swear I'm going to murder whoever this piece of shit is that he dared ever making yo-"

"Jimin this is a professional space between a doctor and his patient." The two of you pull away almost exactly the same time as soon as Namjoon speaks up, Jimin's eyebrows furrowing, "Get out."

"What?" Jimin barely gather the voice to ask him as he is completely caught off guard of his friend's erupting vulgar attitude.

"I said-" Namjoon speaks before getting caught off again.

"No trust me, I heard what you said. But what?" Jimin repeats himself, "So you're telling me you're not prioritizing being y/n's brother right now? You're still caught up in this Doctor Kim bullshit? Like you're a real one?"

"Jimin-" You attempt to budge in, sensing that a certain trouble may suddenly come knocking.

"No, y/n. Listen hyung-"

"No, YOU listen. You small piece of shit." Your brother raises his voice, "-don't come barging in here like you own the place or like you have any authority over her. She is MY sister and this is a family matter. So it's best you stay out of it and keep in your lane."

At this point, Namjoon is in front of Jimin, a short distance separating the two of them, "And don't you ever dare speak to me in that tone again. I know you're my friend, but remember to treat me with respect. Not only am I your superior, but I'm also your hyung." He finishes with a serious voice, tone low, and message deep. His earnest eyes piercing through his friend's pained ones.

Jimin, mouth slightly agape being at loss for words and clearly confused at his close friend's unreasonable anger, storms out of the room.

But not before he drags you along with him.

Namjoon is quick to act as he tries to reach for you, but you turn back and look at him pleadingly, signaling him that it's okay and to not worry. And him being the understanding brother that he is, pulls back and holds himself steady.

You can handle him. You’re a Kim. You’re strong.

Strong enough to survive through this.

You’ll be okay.

And as he watches the two of you leave, the door closing shut right in front of him, only then does reality hit Namjoon as his legs tremble abruptly, feeling lightheaded all of a sudden.

Falling down the floor, he reaches onto the desk for assistance as he slides his back down the wooden wall, hands painfully fisted and finding its way to cover his mouth in order to muffle the choked-in sobs perilously escaping him. He proceeds to blink away the tears and bite harshly on his lips, trying to diminish the flourishing grievance in his heart.

His sister is dying, and he doesn't know what to do.

“Doctor Kim? The next patient is ready to see you.” A knocking nurse distracts him and calls out from behind the door, “-shall I send them in?”

Namjoon sniffs heavily and sighs deeply, rushingly grabbing his glasses and adjusting his emotionally wrecked state, “One moment!”

He lets out a soft, shaky breath and reminds himself once more that you’re a Kim.

You’re strong.

You can beat this.

It'll be alright.

You'll be okay.

"IM NOT OKAY JIMIN-SHI!" You voicely whine out to your friend who is currently dragging you along the halls of the hospital and out the technologically advanced glass doors, "What is wrong with you?!" You pull your arm aggressively from his grasp as you bend down, hands resting on your knees while you hastily try to catch your breath. The camellia flower stuck just along the chords of your throat making it very difficult.

Jimin stares at you worryingly, having forgotten of your illness, "O- oh no. y/n, I'm sorry I forgot I- are you okay? Should we go back?" He stutters in concern before you hold up one finger, signaling him to shut the hell up. "-sorry."

Looking at you like this, tired and exhausted from having to put up with all his bullshit, Jimin feels a sudden urge to reach out and embrace you tightly, almost forgetting of his previous encounter with your brother.

And so that's exactly what he does.

You are caught off guard the moment you feel a hand grab your shoulder by means of pulling you closer all the while another rests just at your crook of spine, and although this first makes you stumble in a not-so-very prettily way, your destination is found to be in your friend's embrace, his fragile yet protective arms wrapped around you securely.

Not letting this moment simply pass by, you let yourself melt in his arms as you find the comfort meant to be found in his comforting hug, wrapping your arms around his neck as you slightly stand on your tippy toes. Somehow, your simple action makes him pull you even closer, one hand creeping behind your neck all the while his other is completely wrapped around your waist although this time is tighter than before.

As the two of you stay like this in the middle of the sliding glass doors of the hospital, crowds of unfamiliar voices passing by you and ambulances ringing endlessly against your ear, you let yourself submerge within the passion of your heart.

Amidst the chaos and cries of your nearingly counted days, you find consolation in the arms of the same man that has put you in front of death's door, and quite frankly, you wouldn't really want it any other way. You'll take what is given by the heavens above when it comes to Jimin, because well- you love him.

Unfortunately, that quick and simple thought is enough to make you lose control of your reminded disease.

"y-y/n what's- are you okay?" Jimin pulls away from you abruptly as you break into coughing fits, pastel pink camellia blossoms escaping your trembling lips.

The sight has caught the attention of many civilians, but both you and Jimin remain to be indifferent about them as you or more or less are occupied with your illness all the while Jimin specifically aims his attention on you alone.

"Alright that's it, screw your brother alright?" Jimin exclaims a bit louder than what you're comfortable with as this obviously did not benefit with the proceedingly growing public focus on the two of you, "-we're going back, y/n, it's my fault for bringing you outside so suddenly-"

"No chim, please-" You roughly attempt to speak out, your throat painfully extracting the feeling of abrasiveness, "Please just- let's just go."

"y/n.."

“Please chim,” you cut him off for what seemed to be the fiftieth time, coughing, “-please. I don’t want to be here any longer.”

Hesistant yet concerned, Jimin nods slowly as he assists your side, his hands finding its home around your waist and lower back while you both take short and careful strides. You destination is still unknown, but you didn’t mind. A journey a day with someone you love has never turned out for the worse.

At least that's what you think.

"Really?" You roll your eyes as you notice the familiar lane that Jimin's car just entered, "I asked you to get me out of the hospital area, I didn't ask for a sleepover, Jimin." You jokingly accuse him, but you can't help the smile that makes its way on your puffed-up face as you notice him smoothly take a side-glance at you with a knowing smirk.

"Well I thought that with all that bad hospital air, you might've wanted to breathe in a familiar scent," Jimin responds as the car comes to a stop.

You turn slightly to open the door and step out before you here a meek, "Jankkanman!" and perceive a 5'9 in height blondie come running around the bonnet in order to open the car door for you as a gentleman would. It is such a sweet and casual pantomime, yet an ill-patient diagnosed with an illness of the heart can never bring you any wins. Consequently, his actions only causes your throat to feel strained and compacted for the endless time.

God, how much did you love this man that such a simple gesture makes you want to cough out countless of fully bloomed flowers?

You thank the heavens above for your past endless experiences that allowed you to now be better in terms of hiding your pain as you attempt to smile genuinely, mumbling a small "thank you" in the process before making your way inside his home.

"So," Jimin starts as the two of you plop down his couch, his eyes seeking for yours as he tilts his head ever so lightly, "what should we do today... now that you're out of that hell hole?"

"Chim!" You scold him lightly, "my brother and your best friend just happens to be working in that hell hole, just in case you forgot, and- hey! You work there too, you ass." You accusingly point at him all the while hitting his arm playfully.

Jimin is was a nurse in that hospital. Your brother is a doctor.

He laughs and smiles widely, "Nope. I don't work there anymore, remember? But I did for a while, which is why I can most definitely testify that that place is indeed, a hell hole. And by the way, I'm kind of offended that you pretty much forgot my lost profession just then, y/n, like what the fuck?" He jokes endingly.

Your eyes soften slightly as he mentions his lack of job, yet you still stubbornly choose to ignore his last remark. "Well I sure hope that's not the case since I'll be most likely spending my last days there."

Oops.

The silence that ensues goes inevitably noticed by the two of you the moment those words escaped past your lips, but you paid no mind. That was the reason that you asked him to take you away anyways. You weren't hoping for some cliche romantic bullshit where the two of you simply elope and forget your real worries in your life, no. Instead you were here with the main purpose of facing it.

Besides, even if you did want to leave with him, you couldn't. Remember?

Jimin is the first to break the excessive blockade, "Don't say that y/n."

You sigh, "But it's true, chim."

"I don't give a shit if it's true or not."

"Chim.." You are slightly startled with his sudden outburst, caught off guard in the way his voice slightly raised as his attention and body language are now completely directed at you, "Wha- why are you getting mad?"

Jimin scoffs, almost irritated at your oblivious question, "Why? Because you're talking of dying like it's not a big deal, y/n!" His voice getting louder and louder by every word he spits out, "God, you know you can be so fucking insensitive sometimes. What, did you already forget the shit I suffered when I lost someone? Did you already forget all the fucking shit I suffered when death took her from me?"

At the mention of her, you pause. Speechless. Guilty. Hurt.

Of course you remember. How could you not? You remember the darkest of days as like it was just yesterday.

You remember getting that call in the middle of the night from the contact name of your brother as you slightly answered it in an irritated voice, "Joon I swear to God if you're asking me to drive you to work in the middle of the fucking night I will personally drag your ass right now to get a driver's liscenc-"

"y/n?"

You remember immediately stopping as you recognize the voice that most certainly did not belong to your brother, "Chim?"

"y- y/n."

You remember the outbreak of his sobs as you call out to him, his sniffles and cries becoming more and more prominent as you stumble on your feet, struggling with keeping your phone against and in between your ear and your shoulder as you hurryingly take off to grab a jacket and your keys, "Chim what's wrong, where the hell are you? W- where's Joon?"

You remember the way your heart dropped as your worst fear came to mind, the thought of losing your brother itself being enough to make you wobble in your feet, your heart clenching. He had your brother's phone, and he was crying.

"N-no, he- he's fine, y/n. It's not him, hyung's... hyung's fine."

You remember the way he struggled to find the right words; the way he sniffled and stuttered through forming such a simple sentence all the while you on the other side of the line breathe out a sigh of relief at the information of your brother's wellness, yet feeling slightly guilty that your emotions are in contrast with your friend's.

"It's Sung."

You remember Jimin's worst.

"It's Sung, y/n. Sh- she got in an accident on the way here to visit me during my off hours and- fuck! Some fucking demon pulled a hit and run on her. She was walking, y/n. She walked an hour here and got ran over by someone and.. they're doing an operation on her- hyung's assisting and he just- it's bad. It was really bad and she was bleeding all fucking over and- hyung, he- he left his phone and I didn't know what to do so I just called you- I didn't, they pushed me out of the room, y/n. I need you here. Please, please. Please come here because I'm losing my fucking mind and I need you here."

You remember driving to the hospital as careful as you can with the fear of the possibility of an accident occurring still in the midst of the back of your mind.

You remember reaching the doors of the emergency room and being greeted with a pair of reddened and exhausted eyes that looked up the moment you walked in, "Jin."

He stands up to greet you politely but you stop him, obviously seeing that his reaction upon seeing you is no more than a forced delight, "Let's not do this under these circumstances, okay? You're allowed to feel unwelcoming. It's okay, Jin."

He does no more than mumble a small 'thank you' before going back to his previous spot with you trudging along beside him.

You remember feeling the sorrow of the man beside you as you watch him lean his head back against the wall, fragile streaks of tears rolling down his flushed cheeks. You couldn't imagine his pain, the pain of such a situation where your sister's life is at stake. You wanted to comfort him, to softly rub his back and whisper sweet encouragements against his ear, little white lies that his sister is guaranteed to make it without a doubt. But you couldn't. You weren't here for him, regardless of your history. Regardless of the way you left him the morning after your supposed mistake.

"Uhm, have you seen Jimin?"

You remember the way his void eyes find yours and the way his lips lightly upturn as he gives you a forced smirk, trying to keep up with his image of being Kim Seokjin, Kim Sungkyung's handsome and cocky older brother, "And here I was thinking fate brought you here to me, y/n." He trails off, "-considering how you fucked me then dipped."

You gasp slightly and playfully hit his arm at the blunt mention of your regretted one night stand as you give him a small yet genuine smile, partly glad yet at the same time worried that he can make such remarks during a situation like this.

It was strange really, how everything in your life seemed to be connected. How on the day you felt your heart tore apart the time Jimin first mentioned his planned proposal, you went out and accidentally slept with the soon-to-be-bride's older brother.

Letting out a small sigh, Jin nods his head in the direction of a different waiting room, "He left when I came. Guess he was embarrassed of how fucked up he was but hey- I'm not doing any fucking better am I?" He tells you, subtly pointing at the very visible streaks of tears still falling down his now puffy face.

You get on your feet and turn to leave but not before giving one last glance at the man next to you, a hand softly reaching to rub his shoulder, "I'm so sorry, Jin. I wish I could stay, but-"

"It's okay, y/n. Go." Jin encourages you with a small yet noticeably forced smile, "He needs you."

And so you do, bidding him a soft goodbye before taking off, your eyes beginning to water out of the guilt of leaving a friend in that state.

You then remember being suffocated. Suffocated from the embrace that greeted you the moment Jimin entered your peripheral vision. You remember landing on your behind with a harsh thud from the struggle of Jimin's weight as he continues to seek your embrace for means of comfort, the two of you falling down the floor. You remember getting drenched from Jimin's tears as you cradle him as would a wailing child, rocking him back and forth all the while softly rubbing his back, whispering every bit of amenity that could make him feel better.

You remember feeling your heart physically ache as you fail to notice the tears that have fallen down your own eyes, blurring your sight.

To see Jimin in this state, so broken and hurt and scared, it tore you apart. You wanted him happy. You wanted him smiling. You wanted him. You loved him. And God forbid that you're admitting this in your own mind while his fiance is battling for her own life, but fuck.

You wanted nothing more than to lay down your own life for Sung so that she could continue in existence for him.

If you could, you would take here place.

You would die for her, for him.

You remember pushing back your thoughts as you put focusing on Jimin your first priority. You remember keeping him in a neverending tight embrace as he neverendingly sobs against your chest, his lips leaving prayers you could barely yet still tried to understand;

please don't let her die

don't take her away from me

i love her too much

i still have to marry her.

You then remember hearing a wail of anguish, putting a pause to both Jimin's silent pleas and your eavesdropping as the both of your heads turn to pinpoint from whom the noise came from.

You remember the way Jimin stilled.

"No."

You remember his whisper of such a small, two-lettered word, yet somehow it caused your heart to crumble.

"No no no no-"

You remember having to tackle Jimin slightly as he causes a mess of himself, punching the seats and harshly tugging on his hair all the while screaming wails of pain and suffering, "Jimin please-"

"No- get the fuck off of me! Sung?!"

You remember how Jimin lost sight of reality as he pushes you off of him, your body making in contact with the cold tiled ground.

"SUNG? SUNG! LET ME INSIDE-"

You remember seeing nurses and other staff pull the man you love back as he causes a scene, starting to become physical and violent with the people surrounding him, "PLEASE! Please- I just- I NEED TO SEE HER! SHES MY FIANCE-"

You remember seeing a man dressed in blue make his way near Jimin, a needle in his hand.

"H-hey, no!" You remember trying to catch up to the nurse, attempting to prevent them from giving whatever the shot was to Jimin, "Stop! Please-"

"y/n. D-don't."

You remember feeling a hand on your shoulder which makes you turn around instantly, only to find the culprit behind the anguished scream just moments prior Jimin's outburst.

"Jin." You start, "-they're going to sedate him. That- that's not okay."

"They have to, y/n." Another voice calls out from behind Jin, "I know how it seems and I don't like it either, b-but he's becoming violent. They have to sedate him."

"Joon." You whisper softly.

What a sick and twisted game that life is playing on you, that your brother, Jimin's best friend, Jimin's best man at the wedding being planned, is the one to give news of the bride's passing.

"Sung, is she really.." You trail off, not having the heart to finish your sentence.

It seems neither does he, as he responds with nothing but a simple avoidance of eye contact.

"HYUNG!"

You remember Jimin's faint and tired yet still firm voice as he calls out your brother, "Hyung, you saved her didn't you? You- you were part of the surgery. You saved her didn't you? Didn't you!?" Jimin is weak as he trails off his words as the effect of the syringe takes its course, but that doesn't stop him from reaching out to the three of you, "H-hyung. Tell me you saved her. P-please tell me you saved h-her."

Namjoon doesn't stop the tear that rolls down his hardened face as he only shakes his head, "I'm sorry, Jimin. We did our best. We really, really did. I'm so sorry-"

You remember the way Namjoon's voice trails off your hearing as your throat suddenly feels contracted. You remember the itching pain just within your chest as you find the struggle to breath, your hand clutching it harshly. You remember stumbling back just a little bit as you feel lightheaded, thinking that these were only from the overwhelming happenings in that moment.

But then you cough.

And you cough

and you cough

and you cough.

But no one notices you.

Not even yourself.

Your attention remains still at Jimin, who has now dropped completely to the floor, tears still continuously spilling out of his drowsy eyes. Short breaths are released from his trembling lips as he mumbles words that none of you can understand. He then begins to seemingly reach out for something, someone.

"P-please," He whispers.

And as you bend down almost immediately to attend to his calls, you cough.

And you cough

and you cough.

And still no one notices.

No one except him.

You cough as your eyes find his, barely open yet staring right at you from the lows of the floor.

You remember having to excuse yourself and run to the nearest restroom you can find, legs trembling and stumbling on your way there as you push against the winds of the almost empty halls, still coughing with every step you take. And just as you reach the doors of the restroom, you turn back slightly, just enough to catch Jimin's last sight while his body is being carried away to where you guess is a vacant patient's room, all this before his eyes ultimately close.

Eyes you found lastly staring at you.

You remember finally shutting the door and locking it, thanking God silently that you're in a family restroom hence there is no one else inside. You cough desperately, your throat beginning to feel exclusively sore and your lungs beginning to tighten from all the air being released as you cough and cough and cough again.

You reach out to the sink, gripping tightly onto the white metals as you cough and cough and cough again.

You then brushingly turn to the toilet, your eyes watering and lips numbing as you cough and you cough and you cough once more.

You practically clean the whole restroom, as disgusting as that sounds, from all the moving you made as you coughed anywhere and everywhere. You felt awful for the next person to come inside, now that your bacterium were practically in its every corner, side, and space. You cough again, this time harder, the worst one out of the previous.

You remember sensing a certain feeling rise up, something soft yet itchy, something light yet heavy.

And so you cough, and you cough, and you cough, and you cough,

and you bleed.

And amongst the red is a pink.

A single, individual pink petal from what you would soon find out is a camellia flower - the flower that is soon to be the latter symbolization of death chasing you, growing closer, inching nearer, just about to knock on your door.

So of course you remember Jimin's distraught. Of course you remember Sung's - his fiance's death.

Because her death was too, the ultimate beginning of yours.

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Are you comfortable with writing yandere au? If you are could you possibly write about yandere!BTS completely lost it when they found out their crush is going on a date with another guy? Thanks 👍

Ngl…I was honestly hoping someone would request this😳 I wrote a small head canon for each of the members, so I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: yandere au, violence, obsessive behaviour, possessive behaviour

Namjoon:

Namjoon had always been a quiet and reserved person, preferring to spend most of his time alone, lost in his thoughts. But ever since he laid eyes on Y/N, he couldn't help but feel drawn to her. Her smile, her laugh, her every move, it all captivated him in a way he couldn't explain.

He had been watching her from afar for months now, too afraid to approach her. He didn't want to scare her off with his awkwardness or worse, reveal his dark secret. He had an unhealthy and obsessive love for Y/N, and the thought of anyone else being with her sent him into a jealous rage.

So when he heard that she was going on a date with another guy, he completely lost it. He couldn't believe that she would choose someone else over him, someone who truly loved her with all his heart. He had been planning for this moment ever since he first saw her, and now all his dreams were shattered.

He sat in his room, surrounded by pictures of Y/N, his hands shaking with anger. How could she do this to him? Didn't she know how much he cared for her? He couldn't let her go on that date, he just couldn't.

Without even realizing it, he found himself outside Y/N's house, his heart racing with anticipation. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't control his actions. He had to protect her, even if it meant going to extreme measures.

He watched as Y/N and the other guy walked out of her house, laughing and holding hands. His blood boiled with jealousy and he felt like he was going to explode. Without a second thought, he ran towards them, his mind clouded with rage.

The couple stopped in their tracks as Namjoon approached them, his eyes filled with madness. Y/N's date tried to push Namjoon away, but he was no match for the yandere's strength. Namjoon grabbed him by the throat, his grip tightening with each passing second.

'You can't have her!' Namjoon yelled, his voice filled with desperation. 'She's mine!'

Y/N's date struggled to break free, gasping for air, while Y/N stood frozen in shock. She had never seen this side of Namjoon before, and it terrified her.

Realizing what he was doing, Namjoon quickly released the guy and turned to Y/N, his eyes pleading with her. 'I-I'm sorry, Y/N. I didn't mean to hurt anyone. I just can't stand the thought of you with anyone else.'

Y/N took a step back, fear evident in her eyes. She had always thought Namjoon was a little strange, but she never imagined he would do something like this. She quickly ran back into her house, leaving Namjoon alone with his thoughts.

Feeling defeated and ashamed of his actions, Namjoon slowly made his way back home. He knew he had crossed a line, and he couldn't bear the thought of Y/N being afraid of him. He loved her too much to hurt her, but his love had turned into an obsession, consuming him completely.

Jin:

Jin had always been a quiet and reserved guy, keeping to himself most of the time. But there was one thing that brought out a different side of him - his crush on Y/N.

Ever since he first laid eyes on her, Jin had been completely smitten. He would watch her from a distance, admiring her beauty and grace. He had never found the courage to approach her, always afraid of being rejected.

But one day, fate seemed to be on his side. Y/N was sitting alone at a café, looking lost and deep in thought. Jin took this as a sign and mustered up all his courage to approach her.

To his surprise, Y/N was friendly and kind, and they hit it off immediately. They talked for hours, and Jin couldn't believe his luck. From that day on, they became good friends, and Jin couldn't help but hope for something more.

However, his hopes were crushed when he found out that Y/N had a date with another guy. He couldn't believe it. How could she choose someone else over him? He had been there for her, always ready to listen and support her. But it seemed like she didn't see him in the same light.

Jin couldn't bear the thought of Y/N being with someone else. He had to do something to stop this date from happening. He tried to push the thoughts away, telling himself that he had no right to interfere in her personal life. But the more he thought about it, the more he couldn't control the intense feelings of anger and jealousy building up inside of him.

He started to stalk Y/N, following her every move and keeping a close eye on her. He was consumed by possessiveness, unable to accept the fact that someone else could have her. He even went as far as to sabotage her date, making sure that they wouldn't have a good time.

But despite his efforts, Y/N's date with the other guy went well. Jin couldn't believe it. How could she enjoy someone else's company when he was right there, willing to do anything for her? He was furious.

He couldn't take it anymore. Jin completely lost it. He confronted Y/N, pouring out all his feelings and frustrations. He didn't care if he scared her. All he wanted was for her to see that she belonged with him and no one else.

Y/N was shocked and scared by Jin's sudden outburst. She had never seen this side of him before. She tried to reason with him, telling him that she only saw him as a friend and that she had the right to go on a date with someone else.

But Jin refused to listen. He was convinced that Y/N was meant to be his and that he would do anything to make her see that. He became possessive and controlling, unable to accept any form of rejection.

Y/N was scared for her safety and decided to distance herself from Jin. She couldn't be around someone who was so unstable and obsessed with her. But Jin couldn't let her go. He became more and more desperate, trying to win her over by any means necessary.

J-Hope:

J-Hope had always been a devoted and loving friend, Y/N. He would do anything for her and would often surprise her with romantic gestures and gifts. But beneath his charming smile and caring nature, there was a dark and possessive side to J-Hope that only Y/N knew about.

J-Hope was a yandere, a person who becomes obsessed and possessive over his love interest to the point of violence. He had always managed to keep this side of him hidden, but when he found out that Y/N was going on a date with another guy, he completely lost it.

It all started when Y/N received a text from her friend inviting her to a concert. She was excited and immediately told J-Hope about it, not thinking much of it. But when he found out that the concert was with another guy, his mind went into overdrive.

He couldn't believe that Y/N would even consider going on a date with someone else. She was his, and no one else's. He spent hours pacing in his room, trying to come up with a plan to stop Y/N from going on that date.

The day of the concert arrived, and J-Hope's nerves were on edge. He couldn't sit still, and his mind was consumed with thoughts of Y/N with another guy. He knew he had to do something, and he had to do it fast.

He quickly got dressed and drove to Y/N's house. He found her getting ready and tried to contain his anger as he watched her put on a beautiful dress. She looked stunning, but the thought of her going out with another guy made his blood boil.

'Are you really going to go on a date with that guy?' J-Hope asked, his voice trembling with anger.

Y/N was taken aback by his sudden outburst. She had never seen him like this before, and it scared her. She tried to calm him down, but he wouldn't listen.

'You belong to me, Y/N. No one else has the right to take you out on a date,' J-Hope growled, his eyes darkening with possessiveness.

Y/N was frightened by his words and his intense gaze. She had never seen him like this before, and she didn't know what to do. She tried to reason with him, but he was beyond reasoning.

In a fit of rage, J-Hope grabbed Y/N's arm and dragged her out of the house. He drove her to an isolated spot and locked her in the car. Y/N was now terrified, and she knew that J-Hope was capable of anything in this state.

'You are mine, Y/N. I won't let anyone else have you,' J-Hope said, his voice filled with madness.

Y/N could see the crazed look in his eyes, and she knew that she needed to escape. She managed to unlock the car door and ran out, but J-Hope was hot on her heels.

He chased her through the woods, his mind consumed with thoughts of Y/N being with someone else. Y/N ran as fast as she could, but she couldn't outrun J-Hope. He caught up to her and grabbed her, his grip tight on her arms.

'Please, J-Hope, let me go,' Y/N begged, tears streaming down her face.

But J-Hope was beyond reason. He had completely lost his grip on reality, and the only thing he could think about was keeping Y/N by his side. He pulled out a knife from his pocket and held it to her throat.

'I won't let anyone take you away from me, Y/N. You are mine, and I will do anything to keep you,' J-Hope said, his voice cold and devoid of any emotion.

Y/N was now trembling with fear as she realized the extent of J-Hope's obsession. She knew that she had to do something to stop him from hurting her or anyone else. With all her strength, she pushed him away and ran as fast as she could.

Yoongi/Suga:

Yoongi had always been a quiet and reserved person, keeping to himself and focusing on his studies and music. But there was one person who had caught his eye and captured his heart: Y/N. He had been secretly in love with her for years, admiring her from afar and never having the courage to confess his feelings.

But today, everything changed. Yoongi had overheard Y/N talking to her friend about a date she had planned with another guy. His heart sank and his mind went blank. He couldn't believe that the person he had been dreaming about was going on a date with someone else.

Yoongi's hands clenched into fists as he tried to control his emotions. He couldn't let Y/N go on a date with anyone else, she was meant to be his. He had to do something to stop it.

He quickly ran back to his apartment and started to plan. He couldn't let Y/N slip away from him, not when he had finally built up the courage to make a move. He had to make her realize that she was meant to be with him, and only him.

The next day, Yoongi showed up at Y/N's workplace with a bouquet of her favorite flowers. She was surprised to see him, but also happy. She had always considered Yoongi as a friend and was glad to see him. But little did she know, Yoongi's intentions were far from friendly.

He showered her with compliments and attention, making her feel special and wanted. Y/N couldn't help but feel flattered and her heart fluttered at the thought of Yoongi having feelings for her.

But things took a dark turn when Yoongi suddenly grabbed her and pulled her into a nearby alleyway. She was confused and scared, not understanding why Yoongi was acting this way. And then it hit her, the realization of Yoongi's true intentions.

He had always been possessive of her, but she never thought he would go to such lengths. Yoongi's grip tightened on her as he whispered in her ear, 'You're mine, Y/N. No one else can have you.'

Y/N's heart raced in fear as she struggled to break free from his hold. She begged him to let her go, but Yoongi was in a trance. He couldn't let her go, not when she was about to go on a date with someone else.

Just then, the guy Y/N was supposed to go on a date with appeared in the alleyway, looking for her. Yoongi's eyes darkened with rage as he saw the guy approaching them. Without thinking, he pushed Y/N behind him and confronted the guy.

'What do you want with her?' Yoongi growled, his fists clenched and ready to defend his territory.

The guy was taken aback by Yoongi's sudden aggression, but he calmly explained that he was Y/N's friend and they had plans to go on a date together. Yoongi's grip on Y/N loosened as he processed the information.

He couldn't believe that Y/N was going on a date with someone else, even though she had no idea about his feelings. His mind was clouded with jealousy and possessiveness, and he couldn't control his actions.

In a fit of rage, Yoongi lunged at the guy and started to attack him. Y/N was horrified at the scene in front of her, but she couldn't help but feel a sense of relief that Yoongi was finally letting go of her.

Jimin:

Jimin had always been a quiet and reserved boy, keeping to himself and rarely showing any emotion other than a polite smile. But behind that calm exterior, there was a fire burning inside of him, a possessive love for his crush that he could never reveal.

He had been secretly in love with Y/N for years, admiring her from afar and cherishing every moment they spent together. He had never mustered up the courage to confess his feelings, afraid of losing her altogether.

But one day, everything changed. Y/N excitedly told Jimin that she had a date with a guy she had met at a party. Jimin's world came crashing down at that moment. He could feel his heart shattering into a million pieces as jealousy and rage consumed him.

He tried to keep his composure, not wanting to scare Y/N away, but inside, he was a mess. He couldn't believe that she would choose someone else over him. He had been there for her through everything, always ready to lend a listening ear and offer a shoulder to cry on. And yet, she was going on a date with someone else.

As the days went by, Jimin's mental state deteriorated. He couldn't eat, he couldn't sleep, all he could think about was Y/N and her date with that other guy. He became obsessed, constantly checking her social media and trying to find out more about this mysterious man she was going out with.

One night, he couldn't take it anymore. He had to see for himself who this guy was and why Y/N had chosen him over Jimin. He followed her to the restaurant where they were supposed to have their date and hid in the shadows, watching as they walked in together, laughing and holding hands.

Jimin's blood boiled at the sight. He couldn't bear to see Y/N with anyone else, it was his worst nightmare come true. He waited until they were seated and then stormed in, confronting them both.

Y/N was shocked to see Jimin there and tried to explain that the guy was just a friend, but Jimin would hear none of it. He had completely lost it, blinded by his love and possessiveness for Y/N. He started shouting and causing a scene, scaring Y/N and her date.

The restaurant staff had to call the police and Jimin was taken away, screaming and struggling, still not willing to let go of Y/N. It was then that Y/N realized the depth of Jimin's feelings for her and the danger she had unknowingly put herself in.

Taehyung/V:

Taehyung had always been a bit possessive when it came to his crush, Y/N. He couldn't help it, he was completely infatuated with them. Every time he saw them, his heart would race and his palms would sweat. He wanted nothing more than to make them his, to have them all to himself.

But when he found out that Y/N was going on a date with another guy, he completely lost it. He had been scrolling through his phone when he saw a text from Y/N, excitedly confirming that she had a date with someone else. His heart sank and his mind went into overdrive. Who was this guy? How long had they been seeing each other? Why hadn't Y/N told him?

Taehyung couldn't take it. He had to do something. He couldn't just sit back and watch his crush go on a date with someone else. He had to make them see that he was the one for them, that they belonged together.

He quickly grabbed his phone and dialed Y/N's number. It rang a few times before they picked up.

'Hey, Taehyung,' Y/N's voice sounded cheerful on the other end. It only made Taehyung's heart ache even more.

'Y/N, who is this guy you're going on a date with?' Taehyung asked, trying to keep his voice steady.

'What? Oh, he’s no one special.' Y/N sounded surprised.

'Who is he?' Taehyung repeated, feeling a surge of jealousy and anger building up inside him.

'It's just a guy I met at work. We're just going to grab some dinner,' Y/N explained, but Taehyung wasn't listening anymore. He heard the word 'just' and it didn't sit well with him.

'Just a guy? You're going on a date with just a guy?' Taehyung's voice rose in pitch, his emotions getting the better of him.

'It's not a big deal, Taehyung. We're just friends,' Y/N said, trying to calm him down.

'Just friends? You can't go on a date with just a friend, Y/N. It's not right,' Taehyung said, his voice shaking with anger.

'Taehyung, please calm down. It's just one dinner. I promise it's nothing serious,' Y/N pleaded, but Taehyung wasn't listening. He had already hung up the phone, his mind racing with thoughts of Y/N on a date with another guy.

He couldn't take it anymore. He had to make Y/N see that they were meant to be together. He couldn't let anyone else come between them.

Taehyung quickly got dressed and made his way to the restaurant where Y/N and the other guy were supposed to be meeting. He waited outside, his heart beating rapidly as he watched couples walking in and out of the restaurant. He couldn't bear the thought of Y/N being with someone else.

Finally, he spotted them. Y/N and the other guy were walking towards the restaurant, laughing and chatting like old friends. Taehyung's heart felt like it was being squeezed in a vice. He couldn't take it any longer.

He stormed towards them, his eyes wild with jealousy and anger. 'Y/N!' he called out, causing both of them to stop and turn to him.

'Taehyung? What are you doing here?' Y/N asked, looking surprised and a bit worried.

'I can't let you go on a date with this guy. You belong with me, Y/N. You know that,' Taehyung said, his voice trembling with emotion.

'Taehyung, please calm down. We can talk about this,' Y/N said, trying to reason with him.

But Taehyung was beyond reason. He couldn't stand the thought of Y/N being with anyone else. Without thinking, he lunged towards the other guy, pushing him away from Y/N and grabbing their hand.

'Y/N, let's go. We can go somewhere else, just the two of us,' Taehyung said, his grip on Y/N's hand tight.

'Taehyung, stop! You're scaring me,' Y/N said, trying to pull away from him.

But Taehyung wouldn't let go. He was determined to make Y/N see that they were meant to be together. He had to protect them from anyone else who tried to come between them.

Jungkook:

Y/N, his childhood friend, had been the light in his life since they were little. He always admired her from afar, never daring to confess his true feelings for her.

But as they grew older, Jungkook's feelings for Y/N only grew stronger. He found himself falling deeper and deeper in love with her, but he was too scared to tell her. What if she didn't feel the same way? What if she rejected him and their friendship was ruined?

So, he kept his feelings hidden, content with just being by her side as her friend. But everything changed when he overheard Y/N talking to one of her friends about going on a date with another guy. His heart dropped to his stomach and his mind went blank.

He couldn't believe it. His Y/N, the girl he had loved for so long, was going on a date with someone else. The thought of her being with someone else made him feel sick to his stomach. He couldn't bear the thought of her being with anyone other than him.

Jungkook's mind started to spiral out of control. He couldn't think straight, and the only thought that consumed him was that he needed to stop Y/N from going on that date. He had to make her see that he was the only one for her.

He started to stalk her, following her every move, making sure she was safe and that no one would harm her. He even went as far as to install a tracking app on her phone, so he could always know her whereabouts. He was becoming possessive, and his love for her was turning into an obsession.

But Y/N didn't notice anything different about Jungkook. She was too busy getting ready for her date and was excited to finally go out with someone. Little did she know, her childhood friend was slowly losing his sanity.

As she left for her date, Jungkook couldn't take it anymore. He followed her to the location and watched from a distance as she walked hand in hand with the other guy. His heart shattered into a million pieces, and he couldn't control his emotions any longer.

He stormed towards them, rage filling his body. He didn't care about anything else but making that guy pay for taking Y/N away from him. He grabbed the guy by the collar and pulled him away from Y/N, ready to attack.

Y/N was shocked and scared at Jungkook's sudden outburst. She had never seen this side of him before. She tried to calm him down, but he was too far gone. He was screaming and yelling at the other guy, accusing him of stealing his Y/N away from him.

The guy managed to break free from Jungkook's grip and ran away, leaving Y/N alone with a crazed Jungkook. She was scared and didn't know what to do. She tried to talk to him, but he was too consumed by his possessiveness towards her.

In a moment of desperation, Y/N confessed her feelings for Jungkook, hoping it would calm him down. And to her surprise, it did. Jungkook's eyes softened, and he calmed down, realizing what he had almost done.

He hugged Y/N tightly, apologizing for his behavior and promising to never let anyone come between them again. Y/N was shocked and confused by his sudden change of heart, but she couldn't deny the love she felt for him.

Can I get a jimin fic where he'd our nemesis but y/n gets jealous and then fucks y/n into the oblivion, pure smut? 🥹

I loved writing this one🥹 so sad to see it go, but so happy to share it with you

Warnings: jealousy, arguing, and pure smut

18+ ONLY

Jimin had been eyeing Y/N all night, his desire growing with each passing moment. She was the epitome of pure sex, and he couldn't resist the urge to have her. As the night wore on, the tension between them grew, and eventually, they found themselves alone in Jimin's bedroom.

Without any words, Jimin pressed Y/N against the wall, his lips crashing onto hers in a passionate kiss. His hands roamed her body, memorizing every curve and dip. Y/N moaned into his mouth, her hands tangling in his soft hair.

Their clothes were quickly discarded, and Y/N found herself pressed against the bed, Jimin hovering over her. His intense gaze sent shivers down her spine, and she couldn't wait any longer. She needed him, all of him.

Jimin's lips trailed down her neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses. He sucked and nibbled on her skin, marking her as his. Y/N's hands were in his hair, tugging and pulling as his mouth made its way down her body.

She gasped as his lips wrapped around one of her nipples, his tongue flicking against the sensitive bud. His other hand massaged her breast, causing her to arch her back in pleasure. Jimin switched to her other nipple, giving it the same attention before trailing his kisses down her stomach.

Y/N's breath hitched as Jimin's lips hovered over her core. She was wet and ready for him, and he couldn't resist the urge to taste her. His tongue darted out, teasing her entrance before delving inside. Y/N moaned loudly, her hands gripping the sheets as Jimin's tongue explored her depths.

He flicked his tongue against her clit, causing her to buck her hips in pleasure. Jimin's hands held her down as he continued to pleasure her with his mouth. Y/N's moans grew louder, and she couldn't take it anymore.

'Jimin, please,' she begged, her voice filled with need.

He smirked, knowing that he had her exactly where he wanted her. Jimin stood up, his eyes locked with Y/N's as he slowly entered her. She was tight and hot around him, and he couldn't help but groan at the feeling.

Their bodies moved in perfect sync, the pleasure building with each thrust. Jimin's hands traveled down to Y/N's hips, gripping them tightly as he pounded into her. She moaned and cried out his name, the pleasure becoming almost unbearable.

'Fuck, Y/N,' Jimin groaned, his pace becoming more frantic. He couldn't hold back any longer, and with one final thrust, he sent them both over the edge. They cried out in unison as they reached their release, their bodies trembling with pleasure.

Jimin collapsed beside Y/N, both of them panting and trying to catch their breath. He pulled her into his arms, holding her close as they basked in the afterglow of their passionate encounter.

'That was...' Y/N trailed off, unable to find the words to describe the intense pleasure she had just experienced.

'Amazing,' Jimin finished for her, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead.

They lay there for a while, just enjoying each other's presence and the feeling of their bodies intertwined. But it wasn't long before their desires took over again, and they were back at it, exploring each other's bodies with pure abandon.

And as the night turned to morning, they continued to pleasure each other, losing themselves in the oblivion of pure sex.

Who knew it only took you almost fighting a girl?

Can I get mafiajimin and pregnant fem fiancé being worried and gentle with her with soft smut

oh my god so many requests! I love them!💕💕

Warnings: smut, pregnancy, pregnant sex, Jimin being a total softie for reader🥺, fingering, squirting

18+ ONLY

“Come on! Only one orgasm? Pleaseeee?” You’d been begging Jimin to make you cum for a while now. Now, before you start questioning, you’re currently 9 months pregnant. And Jimin has been the most careful about you in that time more than ever before in your relationship. But his one rule was ‘nothing that could harm our little mochi.’ So as the months went on, you only got hornier and hornier.

“No! Jagyia, we said nothing that could harm our little one!” He tried to protest, it’s not that he found you disgusting or didn’t want to make you feel good, he was just extremely nervous about hurting the baby somehow.

“I did some research! You won’t hurt me or the baby! If anything, it’ll release endorphins that will be good for us!” Closer…

“Where did you read that from?” He asked, quirking an eyebrow.

“This medical website! I promise, it will all be okay!” Closer…

“…fine. But this will be the only time until after the birth. Got it jagyia?” Bingo!

You nodded your head eagerly, giving him a heated kiss. He grabbed your hands and guided you over to your couch, he didn’t want to admit it, but he was definitely extremely horny from having to wait nine months. He slid down your sweats and panties, showing off your glistening pussy. Jimin but his bottom lip, gently touching your swollen and sensitive folds. You moaned a little, “M’sorry…I didn’t think you’d actually agree so I didn’t have time to shave…” you admitted slightly embarrassed.

“Jagyia, I get to touch your pretty pussy after nine months, I could care less if you were shaved or not.” The comment made your cheeks turn a bright red.

He started slowly, gently rubbing your clit in circles, spreading your slick around, making you a mess already. When he felt like you were ready, he pressed his fingers into you. Being pregnant had its quirks! Extra sensitive pussy! Your hips jumped at the foreign feeling, making your thighs shake a little from how good it already felt. He took care of you. Slowly pumping his fingers into your pussy, reaching in deep to reach your g-spot. When he found it, he wasted no time in abusing it. You could feel his fingers tickle the inside of your pussy, the pressure point being overly sensitive. It made you see stars. He used his other hand to rub your clit again, applying more pressure to both. You could feel the build up of your orgasm…it was close, but different…he sped up his pace, and before you knew it, you were squirting. You moaned loudly and lifted your hips, Jimin kept his pace going, fast with lots of pressure. It seemed as if it would never stop, but when it did, Jimin pulled out his fingers and licked them clean.

“Maybe I should get you pregnant more often if it means you do that” he chuckled at himself.

Can you pls do a very fluffy jimin marriage au? Just one of those days jimin and oc being really donestic together

Of course! I hope you enjoy it😊

Saturday morning, and Jimin and you were enjoying a lazy day at home. You had been married for two years now, and every day felt like a dream come true. Jimin couldn't believe that he was lucky enough to spend the rest of his life with the love of his life.

As you were lying in bed, Jimin wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling them closer to him. You snuggled into his chest, taking in his familiar scent. 'I could stay like this forever,' Jimin whispered, pressing a gentle kiss on your forehead.

You smiled up at him, your eyes filled with love. 'Me too, Jimin. I'm so grateful to have you in my life.'

You stayed in bed for a while, just enjoying each other's company and talking about your shared plans for the day. You eventually decided to have a lazy day and just relax at home, which was a rare treat for you guys since he was almost always busy with work.

As he got up to make some breakfast, Jimin couldn't help but admire you. You was wearing one of his oversized t-shirts and a pair of comfortable shorts, yet you still clouded his view with adoration. He loved how even in the most casual clothes, you was the most beautiful person in his eyes.

While you made some pancakes, Jimin set the table and made some coffee. You both worked together effortlessly, your movements in sync as if you had been doing this for years. And in a way, you had. Marriage had only strengthened your bond, and had only made you become more of a perfect team.

After breakfast, Jimin cleaned up together while you settled on the couch to watch your favorite TV show. Snuggling up under a blanket, Jimin couldn't help but think about how lucky he was to have you by his side. You were his best friend, his soulmate, and his everything.

As the day went on, you spent their time doing little things around the house. Watering some plants while Jimin did some laundry. Dancing around the kitchen while making lunch, followed by cuddling on the couch while watching a movie.

As the night slowly progressed, you guys fell asleep on the couch, wrapped in each other's arms after watching a movie. It was just one of those days where you were completely content with each other's company, and Jimin knew that he wanted to spend the rest of his days like this, with you by his side.