ChimchimMarie

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jimin used to think of you as background noise.

a small voice echoing through the house when he came over, trailing behind your older brother, jaehyun like a shadow that talked too much and asked too many questions. you were always there—sitting cross-legged on the floor while they played video games, peeking into the kitchen when they ordered food, lingering just close enough to be included without ever actually being invited.

“why do you always lose, chim?” you asked him once, somewhere around the age of ten, tilting your head with that blunt curiosity only kids could get away with and the nickname you had been calling him since before you could pronounce words correctly.

he flicked your forehead, not even looking up from the screen. “why do you always talk?”

you gasped like he wounded you, dramatically throwing yourself back onto the carpet. he and your brother laughed.

back then, you were just… there.

a kid with scraped knees and messy hair, who stole fries off his plate and never said thank you. who insisted on sitting too close, who followed them around even when they told you to go away, who somehow always ended up exactly where they were.

and for reasons he never questioned, he always let you.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

by the time you were teenagers, things shifted—but not in the way people usually noticed.

you stopped following them as much.

you only went to high school at the same time for one year—he was a senior and you were a freshman. you had brief encounters in the hallways, brief hellos and shared snacks, but nothing more. you were just settling in while he was gathering his final credits for graduation and making his way into adulthood.

he noticed it in passing, the way you notice the seasons changing without really thinking about it.

in your later years of high school, you started staying in your room when he came over. you would come down to say hi briefly before returning upstairs; music playing faintly through the walls instead of your voice filling the space. when you did appear, it was quieter now—less interrupting, more observing. less chaos, more… awareness.

you grew up. that was all.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

except it wasn't all. he just didn't realize it yet.

the first time something felt off, it was stupid. small. the kind of moment that shouldn’t matter.

you had just turned nineteen; fresh out of high school and falling into your first semester of college.

there was a party—your brother insisted on throwing something at the house while your parents were out, because of course he did. people everywhere, music too loud, drinks passed around like it was nothing.

jimin almost didn't come. but he did, like he always did. because why would he miss his best friend's little sister's birthday party?

he hadn't seen you since your high school graduation a few months ago—summers packed with busy schedules that just happened to be the exact opposite.

and during that summer, you had grown into your features—skin glowing, boobs plump, and ass round. the summer consisted of mastering the perfect blowout and makeup routine, skin kissed by the sun and your wardrobe upgrading after picking up a job for the summer.

for a while, the party was normal. jimin stuck near jaehyun, talking to the same people, ignoring the same chaos. until—

"jimin!"

he turned at the sound of your voice, already halfway into a response before he stopped. really stopped.

it took a second for his brain to catch up to what he was looking at.

you were a few feet away before you engulfed him into a warm hug, his arms instinctively wrapping around you. the scent of your perfume and shampoo filled his head, but that wasn't all. once you pulled away, that's when he saw it all.

the soft glow of the party lights caught on you, tracing every line of the little short dress you wore like it had been made for you, hugging your figure and riding up your carved legs that were on display.

your hair bounced with every move, falling perfectly into place and around your boobs, cleavage being highlighted in the colorful lights of the party. your makeup was flawless without trying too hard—everything about you effortless and impossible to ignore in a room full of people.

but it was more than that. it was the way you looked at him. not like a kid trying to be included. not like his best friend’s little sister.

just… like a girl. no—like a woman. and somehow, that changed everything.

“you okay?” you asked, brows pulling together slightly when he didn’t respond.

he blinked, a little too slow. “yeah,” he said, voice rougher than he meant it to be. “yeah, i’m good..."

"oh- happy birthday!" he sputtered, hands scrambling to hand you his gift. a box wrapped delicately in one hand, a bouquet of flowers in the other.

you smiled widely before pulling him into another, tight hug, boobs pressing against his chest. "aw thank you, chimmy! you're too sweet." the same, big smile you always had.

but it didn’t feel the same. not even close. something settled in his chest then. quiet. heavy. unwelcome.

the kind of realization that doesn’t announce itself loudly—but once it’s there, it doesn’t leave.

before he could respond, someone had called your name.

"i’ll be back!" you giggled, giving his shoulder a squeeze before turning around.

that little dress of yours had squeezed around your newly grown ass like it was made around it. your hips swayed effortlessly as you skipped over to your friends. he looked away in embarrassment after staring too long to be deemed appropriate.

he’d like to say that was the moment he shut it down. that he drew a line, put distance between you, remembered exactly who you were and why none of this could ever happen.

he didn’t. instead, he stayed.

watched you laugh with someone else across the room. noticed the way people looked at you now. how guys looked at you. the way you moved through the space like you belonged there, like you weren't the kid trailing behind them anymore.

and for the first time—something sharp, unfamiliar, and dangerously close to jealousy twisted in jimin's chest.

he didn’t like it. didn’t understand it.

but he felt it. and worse... he didn’t want it to go away.

but later that night, with the music loud, the drinks hitting just right, and jaehyun off somewhere with a girl, you and jimin were on the dance floor, moving and laughing together like you forgot anyone else existed.

it wasn't long before you were pressed up against him, jimin’s gifted bottle of patrón taking over your mind as you shamelessly grinded against him.

the liquor was also taking over him as he let himself enjoy it, his hand steady at your hips, breath catching while your ass grazed his cock that was strained so tightly against his pants.

just as it started to blur into something more, he leaned in, murmured something low in your ear, and smoothly pulled you away, twirling you around guiding you back into something safer before either of you crossed a line you wouldn’t be able to back from.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

jimin learned how to live with it. at least, that’s what he told himself.

three years later, it didn’t feel like a problem anymore—it felt like something permanent. something carved into him so deeply he stopped trying to dig it out.

he adjusted, that’s all.

you were twenty-two now, and he couldn't ignore the way you'd fully grown into yourself—how your features had sharpened, softened in all the right places. how your body carried a confidence it never used to. even your laugh was louder, brighter, your personality more alive than ever, filling every room you stepped into.

he kept his distance where it mattered. never touched you longer than he should. never said anything that couldn’t be brushed off. never gave your brother a reason to look twice.

but that didn’t mean he wasn’t always there—watching you when you laughed loudly at someone else's joke, eyes lingering just a second too long when you weren't looking.

at parties, he’d find his way closer without thinking, standing just behind you, like gravity kept pulling him in. and when it got too crowded, too loud, he’d casually pat his thigh and offer you a seat like it meant nothing—like it was just easier that way. you always accepted.

on the outside, nothing changed. on the inside—everything did.

he knew things he shouldn’t. not because you told him, not always. but because he paid attention.

he knew you hated mornings but still set three alarms you never woke up to. knew you only drank coffee if it was drowned in cream and sugar. knew the exact tone your voice took when you were pretending to be okay—and the quieter one when you weren't.

he knew when you had a bad day before you even said a word. and he always noticed when someone else didn’t.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

the music was too loud in the club.

bass heavy, vibrating through the floor and up his spine, drowning out most conversation and turning everything into flashes—lights, bodies, movement. the kind of place where people lost track of time, of drinks, of each other.

but jimin didn’t. he knew exactly where you were.

across the dance floor, half-surrounded by your friends, laughing at something someone said. your head tipped back slightly, hair falling away from your shoulders, completely unaware of the way people looked at you.

or maybe you were aware. and maybe you just didn’t care.

a few minutes later, you drifted closer to the bar, separating from your friends just enough. that was all it took for him to move without thinking.

“water please,” he said to the bartender before you even noticed him, sliding the glass across to you as you turned.

you blinked in surprise. “oh-! thanks, chim.”

“you’ve been dancing for like an hour,” he said, like it was obvious. “drink it.”

there was something about the way he said it—not quite a command, not quite a suggestion—that made you smile. “yes, sir,” you teased, taking a sip.

his eyes flickered slightly at that. “don’t start,” he muttered, but there was no real bite to it.

you laughed softly, leaning your elbow against the bar. “you’ve been watching me all night, haven’t you?”

the question was light, your tone playful, tipsy, and teasing. but it landed heavier than you meant it to.

he didn’t answer right away. just looked at you—really looked at you—in a way that made something shift in your expression.

“someone has to,” he said finally.

“i can take care of myself chim~”

“i know,” he said. but his tone didn’t change. "doesn’t mean i’m not going to make sure you’re okay.”

for a second, neither of you spoke, the noise of the club filled the space between you, but it felt distant. muted.

you held his gaze a little longer than usual, something unreadable flickering behind your eyes.

“come outside with me,” you said suddenly.

it wasn’t really a question. your fingers wrapped around his hand, tugging him through the crowd as he obliged, following like your own personal bodyguard.

the air outside was cooler. quieter. the music dulled to a low thrum behind the walls, replaced by the hum of distant traffic and muffled laughter from people filtering in and out.

you leaned back against the brick wall, exhaling. "needed this,” you murmured.

he stepped out a second later, the door swinging shut behind him as his eyes immediately found you. of course they did.

“you okay?” he asked, like it was automatic.

you glanced at him, a small smile tugging at your lips. “you ask me that a lot.”

“yeah,” he said simply. no apology. no hesitation. just the truth.

you studied him for a moment, like you were trying to figure something out through effect of your drinks. “you don’t ask anyone else that,” you said.

his hands slipped into his pockets, shoulders relaxing just slightly—but his gaze didn’t leave you. “you’re not anyone else.”

the words came out low, steady, and too honest. something shifted again—stronger this time.

you looked away first, shaking your head lightly like you were brushing it off. “you’re intense tonight.”

a quiet huff of amusement left him. “tonight?”

you smiled at that, but it faded quicker than it should’ve. there was a pause. it stretched long enough to feel different.

he took a step closer. not all the way, but just enough. close enough that if either of you moved a bit more, it would mean something.

“you should slow down on the drinks,” he said, voice softer now. “you don’t need it.”

your breath hitched—barely there, but he caught it. “maybe i just want to have fun,” you said.

“you are having fun,” he replied. “don’t need to overdo it to prove it.”

you looked up at him then, something almost challenging in your eyes. “and you get to decide that?”

his jaw flexed. there it was; that edge. “i get to look out for you,” he said. “yeah.”

the air between you tightened. it wasn't an argument, but it wasn't quite something else either. it was closer to both.

your gaze dropped briefly—to his mouth, then back up again so fast it almost didn’t happen. almost.

but he saw it, and for a split second—he forgot himself. his hand lifted, like he was going to reach for you. like he’d done a thousand times before without thinking.

but this time, it felt different. this time, it would mean something. he stopped. just short enough that the restraint was visible. tense and heavy.

your eyes flickered to his hand, then back to his face, something unspoken passing between you.

a question. a warning, but it was coated with possibility. the door behind you swung open suddenly, voices spilling out into the night—and just like that, it broke.

he dropped his hand, stepping back. the moment snapped like it had never been there at all.

“come on,” he said, voice back to normal, controlled again. “your friends are probably looking for you.”

you nodded, but you didn’t move right away. just looked at him for one second longer than necessary. like you felt it too. then you turned, heading back inside.

jimin stayed where he was for a moment, running a hand over the back of his neck, exhaling slowly as he stared at the ground.

because that—that wasn’t nothing. and he knew it.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

jimin sat in you and jaehyun’s shared living room as you both awaited his arrival for a night out with friends. it shouldn't have meant anything. it usually didn't.

“you want anything?” you called from the kitchen, voice carrying easily through the apartment.

he leaned back against the couch, one arm draped along the back, eyes flicking toward the sound of you moving around. “water’s fine.”

“wow,” you said, appearing a second later with a glass in hand. “you’re so high maintenance.”

he huffed a quiet laugh, taking it from you. “i try.”

you didn’t move away right after. just hovered there for a second, like you hadn’t decided what you were doing next. then you dropped down onto the couch beside him—close, but not unusual. never unusual.

that was the problem. everything with you felt normal; even when it wasn’t.

“you’ve been busy, huh?” he asked after a moment, tone casual, eyes fixed on the tv even though he wasn’t really watching it.

“mm,” you hummed, tucking one leg under yourself. “a little.”

he nodded slowly, taking a sip of his water. “haven’t seen you much.”

“yeah, sorry,” you said easily. “i’ve just been… doing stuff.”

something about the way you said it—vague, almost distracted—made his gaze shift to you. “doing... stuff?” he repeated.

you smiled a little at that, like you knew how it sounded. “okay, fine,” you said, exhaling softly. “i was going to tell you anyway.”

there was no buildup. no hesitation. you said it like it didn't matter. "i've been seeing someone."

it shouldn’t have hit like that. because it wasn’t even unexpected. it was always going to happen eventually.

but still—something in jimin's chest tightened, sharp and immediate, like his body reacted before his mind could catch up.

he didn’t move. didn’t let it show. just nodded once, slow, controlled. “yeah?”

“yeah,” you said, leaning back into the couch like it was nothing. “it’s not, like, serious or anything.”

not serious.

that made it worse. “no?” he asked, voice even.

“not really,” you shrugged. “i mean, i don’t know. he’s… nice, i guess.”

nice.

his jaw flexed slightly. "that sounds convincing.”

you laughed softly, nudging his arm with yours. “shut up. i’m just saying—i don’t know if he’s, like, the one or anything. i just…” you trailed off, thinking for a second. “i just want to see, you know?”

see.

like it was an experiment. like it didn’t matter. like you didn’t matter.

something dark flickered in his chest. he set the glass down a little harder than he meant to, the quiet clink against the table sharper than the conversation deserved. “and he’s good to you?” he asked.

there was a beat. a small one. you hesitated—just barely. “yeah,” you said. “i mean… he’s fine.”

he let out a slow breath through his nose, gaze dropping for a second before lifting back to you. “fine?” he repeated.

you shrugged again, a little sheepish this time. “i don’t know. he’s just not really… i don’t know.”

he waited. you glanced at him, like you were deciding how much to say. “he doesn’t really do much,” you admitted. “like, we hang out, but he’s not super… i don’t know, thoughtful? i guess.”

something in him snapped tighter. “you guess,” he echoed, quieter now.

you didn’t notice. or maybe you did, and chose not to look too closely. "i mean, it’s whatever,” you said quickly. “it’s not a big deal.”

his fingers curled slightly against his knee. “right,” he said.

because what else was he supposed to say?

don’t see him. you deserve better.

you deserve—me.

the word sat there, heavy and dangerous, pressing against the back of his teeth. he swallowed it down hard.

“you don’t seem very excited,” he said instead, tone carefully neutral.

you glanced at him, tilting your head. “should i be?”

“if you like him.”

you made a face—small, almost unintentional. “i do. i just… i don’t know. it’s not like that.”

not like that.

his gaze locked onto you. “and you’re okay with that?”

you frowned slightly. “what do you mean?”

“you’re just going to settle for ‘not like that’?” he asked, voice lower now, something sharper slipping through despite himself.

you blinked, caught off guard by the edge in his tone. “i’m not settling,” you said. “i’m just… seeing where it goes.”

he let out a quiet, humorless breath, leaning back into the couch. “yeah,” he muttered. “that sounds great.”

you nudged him again, lighter this time. “why are you being weird about it, chim~?”

weird.

he almost laughed. instead, he dragged a hand over his face, forcing himself to relax, to soften, to be normal. "i’m not,” he said. “i just—”care. too much.

he exhaled, shaking his head slightly. “i just don’t want you wasting your time on someone who’s not worth it.”

your expression softened a little at that. “i’m not wasting my time,” you said gently.

his eyes flicked back to yours. “you don’t even sound like you like him that much.”

you hesitated again. and there it was; that tiny crack. “it’s not that i don’t like him,” you said. “it’s just… different.”

different.

he held your gaze for a long second. then, quieter—“yeah,” he said. “i bet it is.”

the room fell into a strange kind of silence after that. not uncomfortable, not quite. just… heavy. like something had shifted, even if you didn’t fully understand how or why.

you leaned your head back against the couch, staring up at the ceiling. “you’re being intense again, chimmy,” you murmured.

he huffed softly like a humorless laugh, looking away. “only with you.”

the words slipped out before he could stop them. they were too honest. too close.

your head turned slightly, eyes finding his face. and for a second—it felt like you were seeing something you weren't supposed to. something he’d kept buried for years.

his jaw tightened, gaze dropping before you could look too closely. “don’t overthink it,” he added, quieter now. “just… be careful, okay?”

your expression softened again, something warm flickering there as an innocent smile creeped onto your face. “i always am.”

that wasn’t what he was worried about. not even close. but he nodded anyway. because at the end of the day—it wasn’t his place. no matter how much it felt like it should be.

and that was the problem.

because as you sat there beside him, talking about someone else like it didn’t matter—he could already feel it.

the slow, steady unraveling. the way this was going to get worse. the way he was going to hate every second of it. and still, he wasn’t going anywhere.

not when it came to you.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

the restaurant was nice.

not too fancy, not too casual—somewhere in the middle, with dim lighting and quiet music playing in the background. the kind of place that was supposed to feel thoughtful.

but it didn’t.

“so yeah,” your boyfriend, seojun said, barely looking up from his phone, “i might go out with the guys later tonight.”

you blinked. “after this?”

“yeah, just for a bit.” he shrugged. “depends.”

depends.

you nodded slowly, fingers tracing the edge of your glass. “oh. okay.” but he didn’t notice the shift in your tone. didn’t notice much, really.

“have you decided what you’re getting?” you asked, trying again.

“not really.” another scroll. another tap. “you can pick for me if you want.”

you let out a small laugh, like it was funny. like it didn’t bother you. “okay,” you said. “i’ll just—yeah.”

your phone buzzed softly against the table, your eyes dropping to it without thinking. it was jimin. your chest eased instantly.

jimin: you alive?

you: barely this is soooo boringg

across from you, seojun finally looked up. “what?”

you shook your head quickly. “nothing.” your phone buzzed again.

jimin: bad date? want me to come get you

you: nooo it’s fine i said yes i have to commit

jimin: you don't have to do anything

your fingers hovered over the screen. that… felt different. your boyfriend reached for his drink, not even glancing at you.

you: it’s not that bad he’s just not you

you stared at the message the second it sent. your breath caught. shit. across the table, seojun laughed at something on his phone, completely unaware.

your screen lit up almost instantly, your stomach flipping.

jimin: what does that mean

you: omg ignore me i didn’t mean it like that

jimin: yeah i know you didn’t

but something about it felt… off. you frowned slightly, glancing up. your boyfriend was already halfway out of the conversation again.

and for the first time that night—you felt it.

“are you even listening?” you asked, slightly harsher now.

“mm?” he said, looking up again. “yeah, what?”

you hesitated. then shook your head. “nothing.” because suddenly, it didn't feel worth repeating.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

it started out normal. that was the problem.

everyone was there at the lounge—your friends, your brother, his friends—the usual mix of loud voices and overlapping conversations, drinks passed around, music playing just low enough that no one had to shout.

jimin stayed where he always did. close enough to you to keep track, far enough that no one questioned it.

you showed up twenty minutes late. with him. of course.

jimin's eyes caught it instantly—the way your boyfriend’s hand rested low on your back, casual, like it belonged there. the way you smiled as you walked in, greeting everyone like nothing had changed.

like everything was normal. his jaw tightened slightly.

“wow, she made it,” jaehyun said beside him, lifting his drink in acknowledgment.

“yeah,” he said. but his eyes didn’t leave you. not even for a second.

throughout the night, he watched. he didn’t mean to—but he always did.

the way you laughed at something your friend said, leaning into the table slightly. the way your boyfriend sat beside you, half-turned away, scrolling through his phone between conversations.

not engaged. not present at all. jimin’s fingers tightened around his glass.

at one point, you got up to grab another drink. he moved before he could think about it, timing it just right so it didn’t look intentional. it always came naturally with you.

“hey,” he said as he stepped up beside you at the bar.

you glanced over, your expression softening instantly. “hi chimmy.”

there it was. that look. the one that always hit a little too hard. the nickname that always pulled at his heart. “you having fun?” he asked.

you hesitated, just for a second. “yeah,” you said.

a lie. it was a quiet one, but he heard it anyway. his gaze flicked past you, landing briefly on your boyfriend across the room—laughing now, finally engaged, but not with you. of course not.

“doesn’t look like it,” he murmured.

your shoulders tensed slightly. “you always say that.”

“because it’s usually true.”

you huffed softly, looking away as you reached for a napkin. “you’re so annoying.”

"and you’re avoiding the question.”

you glanced back at him, something flickering in your eyes—defensive, but not quite. “i’m fine,” you said.

fine. again.

his jaw flexed. “yeah,” he said quietly. “i know.”

“babe, you coming?” the words cut through the space between you. sharp. immediate.

your entire body went still. seojun was looking at you now, finally. one arm draped lazily over the back of his chair. waiting. expecting. like you would just fall back into place.

you glanced between you and jimin. then back at your boyfriend. something unspoken passed through your expression—something almost apologetic. "i'll be back," you said quietly.

he didn't respond. didn't trust himself. just nodded once, stepping aside to let you pass.

but his eyes followed you the entire way back. watched as you sat down. watched as your boyfriend barely looked at you before going back to whatever he was saying.

watched as you smiled anyway. like it was enough.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

it wasn’t one big fight. that would’ve been easier. it was smaller than that. worse, somehow.

“you’re overreacting.”

“i’m not—”

“you always do this.”

the words blurred together after a while. same argument, different night. same tone, same outcome. seojun pulling away, you trying to explain something you couldn’t quite put into words anymore.

“i just wanted you to show up,” you said, quieter now. “that’s it.”

“i told you something came up," he snapped.

“you always have something come up.”

he sighed like you were exhausting him. “why are you making this such a big deal?”

that was the moment something in you went still. because it was a big deal. at least, it felt like one. but the way he said it made you question it. made her question yourself.

“i’m not,” you said finally. but your voice didn’t sound convincing. not even to you.

you left his place ten minutes later. no real resolution. no apology. no anything. just a quiet, “i’ll text you,” and the door closing behind you.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

your phone buzzed halfway down the street.

jimin: you home?

your chest tightened. of course. of course it was him. you stared at the message for a second longer than you should’ve.

you: no can i come over?

his response was immediate.

jimin: yeah door’s open

no questions. no hesitation.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

jimin was sitting on the couch when you walked in. like he’d been waiting.

your eyes flicked to him, and for a second—just a second—you felt something shift in your chest. something familiar. something steady. something easy. “hey,” you said softly, closing the door behind you.

his gaze moved over yours quickly, taking everything in—the tension in your shoulders, the way your expression didn’t quite settle, the exhaustion you didn’t try to hide this time.

“what happened?” he asked. no small talk or pretending. just that, direct and straightforward.

your throat tightened slightly. “nothing,” you said automatically.

his jaw flexed. “don’t do that.” the words were quiet. but firm.

you exhaled, dropping your bag by the door before walking further into the apartment. “it’s just… the same stuff,” you admitted. “we argued. again.”

he leaned back slightly, eyes still on you. “about?”

you let out a small, humorless laugh. “everything. nothing. i don’t even know anymore.”

silence stretched for a second. “he didn’t show up again, did he?”

your gaze snapped to his. “how do you—”

“you always come here when he doesn’t,” he said simply.

that hit harder than it should’ve. because it was true.

you swallowed, looking away. “it’s not like that.”

“then what’s it like?”

your chest tightened. “i don’t know,” you said, quieter now. “i just… needed to get out.”

his eyes didn’t leave you. “yeah,” he murmured. “i know.”

you moved to sit on the couch beside him. closer than usual. closer than you should’ve. but neither of you said anything about it. you never did.

for a while, it was quiet. comfortable. nothing but the low hum of his tv in the background, the colorful glow hitting you in all the right places. the kind of silence that didn’t ask anything from you.

didn’t make you feel like you had to explain yourself. and that—that was the problem. because you didn’t have that anywhere else.

“he says i expect too much,” you said suddenly.

his head turned slightly. “you don’t.”

“you didn’t even let me finish.”

“don’t need to.”

your lips pressed together, something emotional flickering behind your eyes. “you’re biased, chim.”

“yeah,” he said without hesitation. "because i know you.”

your breath caught, the words settling somewhere deep. too deep.

“he’s not… bad,” you said, like you were trying to convince both of you. “he just—he doesn’t think about things the way i do.”

“he doesn’t think about you,” he corrected.

your chest tightened again. “that’s not fair.”

“no,” he said quietly. “what’s not fair is you acting like that’s enough.”

the air shifted. heavy. your gaze dropped to your hands. “i’m not saying it is.”

“then why are you still with him?”

the question hung there. simple, yet impossible. you didn't answer. because you didn't have one.

his hand moved before he could stop it, resting lightly against your wrist. not pulling or forcing. just… there. like it grounded both of you.

your breath caught softly at the contact. neither of you moved.

“you don’t have to stay somewhere you’re not getting what you need,” he said, voice lower now. “you know that, right?”

your eyes lifted slowly to his. and for the first time—you didn’t pull away. didn't brush it off or make you joke like you normally would.

“what if i don’t know what i need?” you whispered.

that almost broke him. because he did. he knew exactly what you needed. but he couldn’t say that.

his thumb shifted slightly against your wrist. barely there. but enough. “you do,” he said quietly. “you’re just ignoring it.”

your heart started beating a little faster. “am i?” you asked.

his gaze dropped—just for a second. to your lips. then back up. you noticed. “you come here every time something goes wrong,” he said, softer now. “you tell me everything. you let me—”

he stopped himself. but it was too late.

“let you what?” you asked, barely above a whisper.

his jaw tightened. because the answer wasn’t safe. wasn’t something he could take back once it was out.

but you were looking at him like that. too close. too open. too vulnerable.

“take care of you,” he said finally. the words landed heavy between you, making your breath hitch. “and you think he does that?” he added lowly.

you didn’t answer. because you didn’t need to. silence stretched, but it wasn’t empty. it was full of everything you both hadn’t said, everything you weren’t supposed to feel.

"i... i shouldn't be here," you whispered. it wasn't about his place. he knew that.

his gaze didn't waver. "then why are you?"

your lips parted. but once again, no answer left them.

his hand tightened slightly around your wrist—not enough to hurt, just but enough to stop you from pulling away if you tried. something sick and twisted knotted in your stomach, heat shamefully pooling in between your legs.

you didn't pull away.

"this isn't fair," you said softly.

"no," he agreed. "it's not." but he didn't let go of you, low eyes boring into yours.

“you deserve better,” he said finally. "you let him treat you like you're optional—and you're not. you never will be."

but this time—it didn’t sound like advice. it sounded like a promise. the way he said it, the way he looked at you made your chest tighten in a way that had nothing to do with guilt.

your eyes were locked onto each others, everything else fading. the room, the noise, even the weight of what you were doing.

for a split second, you imagined it. what it would be like if this wasn’t wrong. if you didn’t have to pull away. if you could just stay here, with him, without guilt or hesitation. it was a glimpse of something softer, steadier… something that felt dangerously close to real.

suddenly, your phone began to vibrate against your pocket. you flinched this time, like it snapped you out of something you hadn’t meant to fall into.

he didn’t move. didn’t step back. but his hand stilled against your wrist as you glanced down at the screen, close to fully letting go.

your brother. of course.

you swallowed, pulling back just enough to answer it as the warmth of his hand quickly left you. "hey—"

"where are you?" jaehyun’s voice came through rough, impatient.

"i'm just—out," you said quickly, already knowing how weak it sounded.

"with seojun again?"

your eyes flicked to jimin. he was watching you. too closely. "yeah," you lied, swallowing too hard.

"don't stay there tonight," your brother said. "i can't feed your cat all the fuckin' time." the line ended.

“i should go,” you said, though you didn’t move right away.

he nodded once. but his eyes didn’t leave you. they didn’t soften or let you off easy. then finally, you got up, stepping back. slow and reluctant, like you were pulling yourself from something you hadn't quite processed yet.

"i'll see you..." you said.

his jaw tightened ever so slightly. "yeah," he said.

you turned toward the door, pausing for a second. like you everything in you wanted to look back him. but you didn't.

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you tried. that was the worst part. you actually tried.

“are you even listening to me?” seojun's voice pulled you back, sharp with irritation.

you blinked, realizing you'd been staring at nothing for the past few seconds. “yeah—sorry. what did you say?”

he exhaled, annoyed, leaning back in his chair. “i said i might not be free this weekend.” of course.

you nodded slowly. “okay.”

no argument this time or pushing. no asking him to try. that should’ve made things better, but it didn’t.

you were sitting too far apart. that was the first thing you noticed. not physically—you were on the same couch—but it felt like there was space between you. too much of it.

like something had already pulled away.

“you’ve been quiet,” he said after a moment, glancing at her.

“just tired,” you replied.

that part wasn’t a lie. just not the whole truth. because every time the room went quiet—your mind didn’t stay there.

it drifted. back to jimin.

the way he looked at you three nights ago. the way he said you let me take care of you. the way his hand felt against you. the way he almost—

your breath caught slightly, shifting where you sat.

“come here,” your boyfriend said suddenly, reaching for you.

you hesitated. just for a second. then you moved closer, letting him pull you in. it felt wrong. uncomfortable and just...empty. like you were there physically—but nothing else followed.

seojun's hand rested on your waist casually. you used to like it, but now, it didn't feel like anything. “you good?” he asked.

you nodded quickly. “yeah.” but your voice didn’t match.

because all you could think about was how different it felt. how when he touched you, even barely—it wasn’t like this.

your boyfriend said something else, but you didn’t hear it. didn’t even try to. "you're doing it again," he muttered.

“doing what?”

“checking out.”

your chest tightened slightly. “i’m not—”

“you are,” he cut in. “you’ve been weird all night.”

weird. you almost laughed. because for the first time—you felt like you were exactly where you weren't supposed to be.

"i think i'm just tired," you said, softer now.

he pulled away slightly, clearly annoyed now. “then why’d you even come over?” that question landed harder than it should’ve. because you didn’t have a good answer. not anymore.

you stood up before you could overthink it. “i should go.”

he frowned. “seriously?”

“yeah,” you said, grabbing your bag. “i just—yeah.”

he didn’t stop you. didn’t ask you to stay. he didn’t even try. and for some reason, that hurt less than it should’ve. because as you walked out—there was only one thing on your mind.

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you didn't text first. you just showed up, two knocks at jimin's door before it opened immediately. like he knew it was you. like he'd been waiting.

for a second, neither of you spoke. just stood there, looking at each other. with everything from the last time—the tension, the way it ended—came rushing back all at once.

“you went back to him.” it wasn’t a question.

your chest tightened slightly. “yeah.”

his jaw flexed. “and?"

you shook your head slowly. “it felt wrong.” the words came out quieter than you expected. but they landed exactly where they needed to.

something in his expression shifted. not surprise. something darker. something that had been waiting.

“yeah,” he said. like he already knew. silence stretched, but it wasn't empty. it was full to the brim with weight and tension.

“i couldn’t stop thinking about—” you started, then cut yourself off.

his eyes locked onto yours. “say it.”

your breath caught. “i couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

there it was. the truth. out loud and no taking it back. he moved first, faster this time. like all the hesitation in him was hanging onto a thread.

there was barely any space left between you. his hand found your waist, pulling you closer like he'd been holding back from that from doing that exactly for too long.

your breath caught sharply, hands instinctively finding his shirt, gripping lightly. "jimin..." you protested ever so weakly.

“tell me to stop,” he said again—but this time it didn’t sound like he would. not really.

and you didn't. you didn't even try. and that was all jimin needed.

before you could think, he leaned in—closing all the space left and kissed you.

it wasn't soft or careful like most first kisses. it was everything he hadn’t let himself do for years—frustration, restraint, want—all crashing into one moment, capturing your lips roughly between his.

your breath hitched against him, but you didn’t pull away. you leaned into it more than you would admit. and you kissed him back, lips moving against his in unison like you'd been waiting too.

his grip tightened slightly, holding you there like he wasn’t about to let you disappear again, like he wasn’t about to let you walk out and go back to something that wasn’t him. his other hand found your jaw, tilting it upward to deepen the kiss like he'd done that a hundred times.

and for the first time—you didn’t feel unsure. didn’t feel distant or felt like something was missing.

because whatever this was, felt like everything. and neither of you stopped, lips molding together in sync.

after what felt like an eternity, the kiss finally broke, but the space between you didn't.

your breath was uneven, chest rising and falling like you'd forgotten how to steady it. his hand was still on your waist, fingers curled slightly like he hadn’t decided whether to let go of you yet.

he didn’t.

your lips parted slightly, like you were about to say something—but nothing came out. because what were you supposed to say?

this shouldn’t have happened? i didn’t mean to? this was a mistake? because none of that felt true.

his forehead hovered just barely near yours, close enough that you could still feel him—still feel the weight of what just happened lingering between you.

“you should go.” the words came out low. rough. but his hand didn’t move, not matching the words at all.

your chest tightened. "do you want me to?" but you didn't mean to ask that. it just slipped out.

his jaw flexed. because the answer wasn’t safe. it wasn’t something he should say. but he’d already crossed the line. you both had.

"no," he said quietly, and you didn't miss the way his hand twitched against you, like his restraint was faltering.

your breath caught again. and for a second, it looked like you might close the distance again.

like you might forget everything else and just—

but instead, you stepped back. barely. but enough that his warmth left you. enough to feel it and remind the both of you what was happening.

"this is wrong," you whispered. but there was no conviction behind it. no urgency. just… acknowledgment.

"yeah," he said. but he didn't look the least bit concerned.

silence stretched, longer this time. he finally let his hand drop from your waist. slow, reluctant, like it cost him something. and you felt it immediately. the absence. it shouldn't have, but it hit you like a truck.

“i shouldn’t have come here,” you murmured. but even even as you said it—you didn’t sound like you meant it.

“you were going to,” he said. not a question, just undeniable truth.

your eyes flicked back to his, because he was right. "you didn't stop me," you said.

his gaze didn’t waver. “you didn’t want me to.”

your breath caught, because that was true too. "this is going to get messy." you meant it as a warning, but realization was just catching up to you.

'it already is."

you let out a quiet breath, shaking your head slightly like you were trying to clear it—but it didn’t work. nothing about this felt clear.

it felt heavy. complicated. wrong. but still— completely, disgustingly right. because when you looked at him, there was nothing distant about it. nothing empty or uncertain like you were used to.

“i’m not going to pretend it didn’t mean anything," he said. his voice was low and controlled, but there was something else in it now. something more raw.

your chest tightened. because neither were you. "it shouldn't have meant anything," you said. but even you didn't believe your own words.

his eyes dropped to your lips again, slower this time. more deliberate. "but it did."

your heart was racing even faster now as thick silence filled the room. because this wasn't tension anymore. it wasn't another almost moment with him like you always had. this was something real. something you both couldn't undo.

"i need to go," you said finally. and this time, you meant it.

jimin nodded once. he didn't stop you or try to pull you back in. but his eyes stayed on you the entire time, watching. holding. not letting you off easy. and just as you reached the door—

“don’t go back to him like this didn’t happen.”

the words stopped you cold. your hand froze on the handle, chest tightening. because you knew exactly what he meant.

slowly, you turned around, meeting his intense gaze. "i don't think i can," you squeaked, quietly honest. but too, terrifyingly real.

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you didn’t sleep. every time you closed your eyes—you felt it again.

his hand on your waist. his voice, low, tell me to stop. the way he didn’t. the way you didn’t. his plush lips moving against yours like he starved for that moment.

your phone buzzed. you reached for it immediately.

jimin: you awake

your heart skipped. it was 3 am, hours after you left his place.

you: yeah

a second or two passed.

jimin: you left too fast

you: i had to

jimin: didn't feel like you wanted to

your chest tightened, heart beat quickening too fast for the early morning. because he was absolutely right.

you: i didn't

another pause as you stared intensely at your glowing screen in the darkness of your room.

jimin: don't go back to him

your stomach flipped.

you: i have to talk to him

jimin: that’s not what i said

your breath caught. his tone, even through a screen—felt the same. certain and possessive in a way that made your pulse pick up.

jimin: you're not his anymore

your heart practically jumped out of your chest.

you: you can’t say that

jimin: i just did. come over after

you: i don’t know if i should

the response came instantly this time.

jimin: you will

your breath caught once more, chills tingling your body. because you already knew he was right.

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seojun knew something was off the moment you walked into his place. "you okay?" he asked, glancing up from his phone.

you nodded too fast. "yeah," you lied. but this time you hardly tried to make it sound convincing.

you stayed standing, hovering instead of sitting and getting comfortable. you didn't pretend like you normally would. "i think we should talk.”

that got his attention. he frowned slightly, setting his phone down. “about what?”

your chest tightened. but you didn’t hesitate this time. because you couldn’t. not anymore. "this isn't working."

the word landed between you two, flat and final.

he blinked. "what?"

you swallowed. “us. this—whatever this is. it’s not working.”

a pause. then a scoff. “are you serious right now?”

“yes.”

he leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “this is because of last night, isn’t it? you’re still mad?”

“no,” your voice was quieter now, but stronger. “it’s not just last night.”

“then what?” he pressed. "because this feels like it came out of nowhere.” and god, that infuriated you. because it didn’t. not at all.

"you don't show up for me," you started, every last bit of hesitation in you crumbling.

“you cancel. you don’t listen. you barely even—” you stopped, shaking your head. “i feel like i’m not even there half the time.”

his eyebrows pulled together. "that's not true."

"it is."

"you're exaggerating." there it was again. that same tone, the same dismissal as always.

and finally, you felt it clearly. the difference. "no, i'm not."

he ran a hand through his hair, frustrated. “so what, you’re just going to end it? just like that?”

suddenly, your phone buzzed in your hand. you didn’t mean to look, but you did anyways.

jimin: you there yet

your breath caught without you even realizing.

"you're not even listening to me," seojun snapped.

your gaze lifted slowly. "i am." but your voice didn't match—weak like he had just pulled you out of some magical trance.

"then why does it feel like you're already checked out?" he asked.

"because i think i am," you admitted quietly. the words hurt him in a way that you noticed.

"wow," he muttered, leaning back. "so that's it? you're just done?"

another buzz from your phone, your fingers tightening around it as you read the message.

jimin: don't let him talk you out of it

your heart started racing as you looked back at your boyfriend. really looked. and it finally felt clear. it finally wasn't confusing or complicated, it was just completely over.

"i'm so done," you said. it was soft, but final.

seojun let out a short, disbelieving laugh. “you’re seriously throwing this away?”

throwing it away. like it was something worth keeping.

you shook your head. "no," you said. "i've been holding onto something that wasn't really there."

he stared at you for a second longer, like he was trying to figure out when he lost you. he didn’t realize he already had.

“fine,” he said finally. “if that’s what you want.” it wasn’t anger. not fully, at least. just a bruised ego.

and just like that, it was over. you turned toward the door, and this time, he didn't stop you. your phone buzzed again as soon as you stepped outside. you didn't even have to look, you already knew.

jimin: it's done isn't it

you: yeah

your breath hitched as soon as the typing bubble appeared.

jimin: come here

and without hesitation or second guessing, you were already on your way.

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the door barely closed behind you before jimin was already there. too close, the heat of his body warming you up from the cold night air. like he’d been waiting for this exact moment for an anticipated amount of time.

"you came," he said. it wasn't a question.

your breath was still uneven from the walk and from everything that had just happened, to him.

“yeah,” you said softly.

“i told you that you would."

your heart was still racing as you set your bag down, but you didn’t move any further into the apartment. didn't create space between you and him.

"it's done," you said, like you needed to say it out loud. like it would make all of this real.

his gaze didn't leave yours. "i know," he said. a small pause. "because you're here."

your breath caught as silence settled between you. but it wasn't at all quiet. instead it was incredibly thick, charged with something that was already building—faster this time. stronger.

"this is… a lot,” you admitted, your voice softer now. “everything just—happened.”

“and you still came here."

that made your gaze avert over to him immediately, taking in his features and the way he looked at you. something in your chest tightened. because you knew what that meant.

"i don't think i was going anywhere else," you said.

that did something to him. you saw it in the way his jaw tightened, the way his shoulders squared slightly like something in him had locked into place. "good," he said quietly.

you let out a small breath in an attempt to steady yourself. "we should probably... slow down."

the words sounded right, responsible, and safe. but jimin didn't agree. didn't argue either. instead, he just watched you for a few seconds too long.

"you don't actually want that," he said.

your brows pulled together slightly. "you don't know that."

"i do," he replied casually. “you don’t actually want that.”

“you say that,” you started, “but this is all really fast and i just—”

your words cut off sharply, because suddenly he moved, closing the space between you in one step. his hand found your wrist once again—it wasn't rough or forceful, but it was enough to stop your pacing and put an end to your thinking.

“stop talking yourself out of it,” he said, voice lower now.

your breath caught, heart pounding so hard it echoed in your head. “i’m not—”

“you are," he said softly, his thumb brushing lightly against your wrist. grounding, yet claiming.

“you felt it,” he continued. “you know what this is.”

your chest rose and fell faster now. "i don’t know what it is,” you whispered.

“that’s not true," he said lowly in your ear.

he guided you back a step. then another. and another, until the back of your knees hit the couch and you sat without even realizing it.

and he followed, sitting closely next to you. too close. your heart was racing now. it wasn't from fear. it was entirely him. and the threateningly perfect idea of being his that made your heart ache.

"this isn't wrong," he said, quieter now.

you shook your head slightly. “it feels like it should be.”

“it doesn’t.”

“it does.”

“but you’re still here.”

that again. that truth you couldn’t argue with. before you could respond, both his hands snaked their way around your waist, firm and certain. and then suddenly, you were being pulled into his lap.

your breath caught sharply, hands instinctively landing on his broad shoulders to steady yourself. “jimin—”

his name came out softer than you meant it to. less like a warning and much more like something else.

“you keep acting like you don’t want this,” he murmured, his voice right there, close enough to feel. “but you do.”

your pulse was racing. “i didn’t say i don’t—”

“exactly.”

your fingers tightened slightly against his shirt. because being this close—his cologne and warmth making your head spin—feeling him like this, hearing the words he uttered with such confidence and possession,

made it impossible for you to think straight.

“this is going to get complicated,” you muttered, but it sounded weaker now. less certain.

"it already is," he said. he didn't care.

“i really don’t want to mess this up, chim” you admitted, a sad pout forming at your lips, eyes suddenly glossy. but it was something honest. something incredibly real and directly from your heart.

and god, did that make jimin's stomach flip. he couldn't stand to see anything that wasn't a smile on your face. he absolutely hated it. and tears? he couldn't bare to let it happen.

his gaze softened. “you won’t," he said firmly.

“how do you know?” you sniffed.

“because i’m not letting you.” the words landed heavy.

your breath caught again. “but, you can’t just decide that—"

“i already did.”

his hand shifted slightly at your waist, grounding you there, keeping you close to him and nothing but him.

“i’ve wanted you for too long to pretend this isn’t happening,” he said, quieter now. “i’m not going to step back and watch you go to someone else again.”

your heart skipped, your brain going quiet for a second. "jimin..."

"tell me you don't want this," he said. he gave you the chance again. he gave you the chance to run away back to your apartment with your brother, to his best friend, and forget this ever happened.

but you didn't take it.

and for him, that was it. his burning gaze dropped to your lips, slow and intentional. like he needed to take his time, soaking up your presence and every last one of your features in front of him.

your breath hitched as your grip tightened on him slightly. "we said we would slow down," you whispered. but you didn't move.

and then, his lips met yours once again. but this time, you didn't pause. this time, the shock and hesitation didn't exist. just the same intensity, but stronger now, deeper, like everything you two held back before was completely gone for good.

your hands didn't hesitate either. they clung onto him like you had already chosen your present and future with him, snaking up his chest and around his neck, fingers curled lightly into his hair.

he kissed you like no one else had ever kissed you before, with the utmost passion and devotion—like he had spent years dreaming about doing it every day. because he had.

you responded, lips moving against his with desire. no pause to think, no space to breathe—just the same pull as before, stronger now, like something that had been building for years finally had somewhere to go.

his hands stayed firm at your waist, keeping you close against him, like he didn’t trust you to stay if he let go. like he didn’t trust himself enough to just let you.

“you feel that?” he murmured against you, voice low, rough in a way you haven't heard before. “that's not nothing.”

your fingers tightened in his shirt, making him weak in the head. “i know,” you whispered. because you felt it all.

“i tried to stay away from you,” he admitted, quieter now, his forehead pressing lightly against yours for half a second before he pulled you back in. “you make that impossible.”

your heart was racing too fast now. so loudly that it felt as if it was echoing throughout your entire body.

“you keep coming back to me,” he said. “don’t act like you don’t know why.”

you swore you could feel your throat swell up at that. but you didn't answer.

one hand slid slightly down your side, grounding and steady; like he needed to make sure that you were really there. the other found it's way along your jaw, tilting it upwards to match his eye level.

"you're not his anymore."

the words sent something sharp through your chest. and this time it wasn't guilt.

your hands found his face for a second, pulling him back toward you, like you didn’t want the space, didn’t want the thinking, didn’t want anything to interrupt this again.

“i’ve wanted this for too long,” he said against you quietly. but his tone was coated with nothing but pain and desire.

and that did it. whatever restraint left was entirely gone as you kissed him this time. he all but melted against you, his grip tightening on you as he captured your lips hungrily in between his.

you barely pulled apart, the room filled with nothing but light breaths, small, muffled moans, and the sound of your lips moving together.

when you finally separated for the quickest breath, jimin's eyes swirled with pure darkness. "you have no idea what you do to me," he muttered against your lips before engulfing them into his once more.

it wasn't long before he swiped his tongue greedily against your lips, cheekily asking for entrance. you obliged, humming into him as he shamelessly explored your mouth with a smile.

his hands traveled father down your body, past your hips and slowly up and down your your ass, grasping it like he already owned it. you moaned desperately, tilting your head back with a string of saliva pulling from both of your lips, an unbearable heat pooling between your legs.

he saw it as an opportunity to litter your neck with kisses; starting gently at your jaw before going further down your neck—becoming more sloppy, open-mouthed, and claiming. his hands made it further past your ass, fingers tracing needily against your thighs.

“do you know how hard it’s been to stay away from you?” he murmured against your collarbone, now sucking and biting at the skin as you melted beneath him.

you could only moan in response, but that didn't stop him. "he never deserved you," he grumbled, voice low and rough with something close to anger. "i knew that the moment i met him."

before you could respond, his captured you into another kiss, growling against your lips as your fingernails dug into his neck. soon, his slender fingers slid underneath your ass before he stood up, gripping you tightly as you quickly wrapped your legs around him.

your tongues moved together while your hands tangled themselves into his hair. his grip on you was tight, firm, like holding you was his entire life's purpose.

the kiss broke apart as he placed you down on his bed gently, your body quickly being cushioned by plush comforters and pillows. before he joined you on the bed, his eyes burned into your figure—like he had to make sure that this moment was real. that the girl that never left his mind once for years, was really on his bed, in front of him.

he blinked in disbelief before desire rapidly took over his eyes, climbing on top of you and capturing your lips between his hungrily. "are you sure you want this?" jimin asked gently, voice low and quiet against your lips.

"yes," you nodded breathlessly. "i want this, chim."

his heart clenched at the nickname, almost making his head dizzy and his restraint falter. god, he just wanted to ruin you. he wanted to show you how you really deserve to be treated. he wanted to show you that he was the only right man for you. the only man that could spoil you rotten with gifts and attention—the only man that could ever treat you right and fuck you right.

he sucked in a sharp breath, his rough hands finding your chin and tilting it up to meet his consuming gaze. "you have no idea what it did to me... watching you be with someone else." he seethed, making his way to your neck and sucking the skin gently between his lips.

you shivered under his touch but you didn't ignore the way the words made your heart ache. "chim..." you whispered.

"you're mine now," he growled against your skin, littering it with wet, open-mouthed kisses. "no turning back from this. no running back to that fucker who didn't know your worth."

"no," you shook your head, unable to ignore the unbearable heat pooling between your legs. "i only want you, jimin.”

his breath became shaky against you, like the words that had just left your mouth struck something deep in him. he captured your lips between his, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth.

you tugged at his shirt with greed and he complied immediately, tugging it off with rough hands and throwing it somewhere to be forgotten.

you quickly traced your manicured nails along his curated abs like you'd done it plenty of times before, and jimin shivered under your touch like you had grazed his soul.

it didn't take long before his hands snaked their way around your top, slender fingers dipping into the hem. your hand met his, guiding it upwards until he eventually ripped your top off.

jimin shuddered at the sight of you half-naked beneath him, your doe-eyes peering up at him with desire, waiting for him, yearning for his next move. it almost made him dizzy. “so perfect, baby.”

he littered your cleavage with kisses before circling a tongue around one nipple as you cried out in pleasure. his free hand trailed down your body, finding its way between your thighs and lightly trailing against your clothed clit.

he sucked your nipple between his lips slowly before gently biting at the skin on your boob, leaving small kisses and licks after you whimpered against him.

his lips quickly found their way to your other tit, engulfing it softly into his mouth before you realized his hand was slowly pulling down your shorts and making his way through your panties.

you reacted quickly, his mouth still attached to your breasts as you shoved your shorts further down your legs. jimin pulled back, a pop! sound filling the air as your nipple hardened from the immediate cold.

he assisted you in fully taking your shorts off, discarding them somewhere in the room before fully taking in your figure.

his thick cock only strained harder against his jeans as he took in the sight of you. the sight of you that he had been dreaming of for years, fisting his dick every night to the thought of you and only you. when he hooked up with girls, which was rare—he would only do it to imagine it was you. and now, the moment was finally hitting him.

"fuck," he grunted before enveloping his plush lips with yours slowly, taking them in and swiping his tongue inside your mouth.

his fingers traced your core, still barely protected by your lace thong that you carefully chose before going out tonight. "wore these for me baby?" he murmured against your lips.

you nodded eagerly and he smirked against your lips before hooking your panties to the side and teasingly tracing his fingers down your wet folds. "they're pretty baby," he said. "almost as pretty as you."

you practically keened beneath him, legs quivering with need. he teased you a for half a second longer before inserting one, long finger inside of you. you felt your wetness gush out of you and around his finger as you moaned in pure bliss.

he plunged inside of you, his thumb slowly rubbing your clit as he added another finger.

"taking me so good baby," he murmured against your ear before placing a light kiss at your neck. "need to get you ready for my cock, hm?"

suddenly, the warmth of his body left you as he lowered himself down your thighs, adjusting your leg to sit on top of his shoulder with one hand, the other one still thrusting into you. you quickly responded, lifting your other leg on his shoulder as you whimpered in a mix of need and pleasure.

it wasn't long before his head was dipped between your legs, his lips kissing your folds while his fingers worked inside of you slow, but deep. your thighs were practically twitching against him, core dripping against his lips with anticipation.

you could feel him smile against your pussy in satisfaction as he begins to finally intrude his tongue between your folds. he licked a rudely long stripe up your pussy before he started to fully lap against you, taking in every last bit of your arousal.

"jimin-!" you moaned out, your fingers intertwining with his hair needily.

his lips wrapped around your folds as he plunged his tongue into your hole, exploring your velvety insides greedily as he growled against you. your back arched off of his bed in absolute pleasure, bliss filling your entire body—heat coiling in your stomach as he worked at you like a man starved.

soon enough, your orgasm tore through you, covering jimin in your slick. he lapped at it hungrily, his fingers slowing inside of you and guiding you to release. once you finished, he pulled away, licking your slick off of his fingers.

"such a good girl for me," he grunted before engulfing you into a kiss filled with desire, tasting yourself on his lips. you pulled back, a string of saliva caught between your lips as you looked down at his strained member.

his eyes followed your vision but before he could process it, your hands were fumbling with his belt. when he realized it, it only made him harder. a smile tugged at his lips he helped you take it off, his fingers pulling apart the button and swiftly coming off of the bed.

his member was clung tight against his boxers as his jeans pooled around his ankles, fully revealing his sculpted body to you.

you eyes trailed down him, making your way to the end of the bed on your knees. he stopped completely—his dark, low eyes following your every move as you approached him.

you pushed yourself up on your knees to meet his height, hands sneaking behind his neck, nails lightly digging in his skin as they made their way slightly down his back.

he nearly shivered as you trailed your hands down his built shoulders, shifting down his abs until your fingers found their way around the hem of his boxers. you peered up at him, his burning gaze immediately making you shudder.

you pulled down his boxers and his cock immediately sprung out in front of you—long, thick, and leaking with precum. your mouth nearly watered at the sight, but your mouth became agape.

because seojun was nowhere near as big as this.

"yeah, like what you see, baby?" he said with a smirk, lightly stroking his cock in front of your face. "it's all yours, pretty girl."

"wanna feel it all," you whispered weakly, eyes not leaving his.

"fuck," he groaned, his voice low. "yeah, wanna take me raw baby? wanna feel all of me, hm?"

you nodded desperately and jimin's hands found your shoulders and gently pushed you back onto his bed. you landed between his plush pillows before his figure blocked your view, his eyes scanning you with hunger.

he lowered himself above you, one hand planted beside your head while the other guided his cock to your sopping wet entrance, sliding it up and down your folds teasingly.

"chim-!" you whined out, pout tugging at your lips.

he kissed that pout away all before entering you slowly, your folds engulfing his hot, angry, cock and painfully adjusting around his length. you cried out in a mix of pleasure and ache. it was a kind of stretch you had never experienced before.

"shh, baby," he cooed gently. "it's okay. you're taking me so good."

after a few minutes of stillness, he pushed further inside of you slowly. your walls expanded around him as his tip soon hit the back, bulge deep in your stomach. he began to pick up his pace, almost fully pulling out before plunging back inside of you, thrusting at a steady pace.

you moaned out in pleasure, nothing but you and him and the sound of your pussy squelching from his cock existing in your brain.

"fuck," he moaned loudly. "this pussy was fuckin' made for me."

you moaned in response, clenching tighter around him as his tip started to hit your g-spot relentlessly, his thumb circling your clit. your eyes rolled to the back of you head as you took his every thrust, brain feeling absolutely fucked numb.

jimin felt like his entire body was lit on fire from being inside of you, legs wrapped around his shoulders and in the air as he explored every inch of your insides greedily with his thick, curved member. his pace was nearly impossible, hitting your pussy at an obliterating angle you didn't even know existed.

"chimmy..." you whined. "it's too much."

"no baby," he protested breathlessly against you. "look at you, taking me so fuckin' good 'cause you were made for me. weren't you baby? gonna take my cum tonight."

you simply nodded, whining in response but he wasn't having it. he needed to hear you. his free hand found your ass cheek, gently caressing it before placing a light smack!

"use your words, baby," he growled.

"yes-!" you moaned almost miserably as hot pleasure coiled tightly in your core. "i was made for you, chim- all yours-!"

"fuck," he growled darkly, his thrusts becoming sloppier but harder, fingers focused on your clit. "yeah, you're mine baby. been watching you walking away from me for years. 'm not letting that happen again."

you felt your back arching off the mattress once again, moaning loudly at his words and the way he bruised your walls.

"my pretty girl," he cooed as he felt your insides clench tighter around him. "i don't share you. you understand me?"

"yes- god, jimin- i'm all yours-!" you cried out, fingers digging into his shoulders as his pace quickened, taking you both to your orgasms.

suddenly, the heat that built up in your stomach tore right through you like a riptide, jimin fucking you through both of your releases while spilling his hot seed inside of you, plastering your walls with white. you shivered beneath him as he rode through the high, his thrusts becoming slower.

your pussy throbbed shamelessly around his thick cock as he came to a stop, burying it deeper so he could milk every last drop of his cum inside of you before pulling out.

you were simply too stunned to speak, still struggling to catch your breath as jimin placed soft kisses along your face. "you okay, baby?" he whispered gently before placing a peck in your hair.

"yes," you replied, eyes big and wide as you took in every last inch of him in front of you. "more than okay, chim."

his gaze softened immediately, moving beside you and immediately wrapping his arms around you—closing the distance between you as you melted against his chest. he breathed in your scent, the shampoo and perfume filling his nostrils and your warmth against him making his heart pump faster than he could ever admit.

and despite the butterflies that sent flying through your body, it felt completely natural in a way you both couldn't ignore. like you both had done this, cuddled up in bed together a million times.

jimin was completely enamored by you, and you could finally see it in the way he looked at you. the dark that had clouded his eyes moments ago while he was inside of you had disappeared entirely—and was replaced by something curated purely from love and devotion.

but he couldn't ignore the way dark circles tugged at the bottom of your eyes as you looked at him so deeply, his heart pulling at the thought of your day today. he pulled you in closer, one hand resting behind your head while the other slowly caressed your cheek.

"you don't have to think right now," he said softly. "just stay with me."

you nodded, a familiar warmth spreading throughout your body and finally to your heart. "i want to stay with you, chim."

he captured your lips in between his slowly, like he had to etch this moment into his brain. when you finally pulled apart, the eye contact was nearly unbreakable. and with a few more kisses and sweet nothings from him, your eyelids became more heavy.

"i've got you baby," he cooed quietly. "i'm not going anywhere. ever."

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

you woke up slowly. your eyes opened to soft morning light spilling through the curtains, the room quiet except for the steady rhythm of jimin's breathing behind you.

jimin's. not seojun. not some shitty bum who didn't care about you. it was jimin. his arms were still wrapped around you, firm enough to keep you in place against him all night.

you didn't get up or pull away. instead, you let yourself feel it. everything from last night—clear, vivid, impossible to ignore. the way you chose him. the way it only felt right to keep choosing him.

your chest rose slowly with a breath you didn't realize you were holding. this was real. and it wasn't a mistake. it wasn't something you could pretend didn't happen.

you shifted slightly, just enough to turn in his arms. his grip tightened instantly.

“don’t go,” he murmured, voice rough, barely awake.

your heart softened immediately. “i’m not,” you whispered.

his eyes opened slowly after that, adjusting to the light, but they found you immediately, like they always did.for a second, neither of you spoke. you just looked at each other, eye contact burning while taking the moment all in.

“you’re still here,” he said quietly, like he couldn't believe it.

you almost smiled. “yeah.” like there was nowhere else you'd rather be.

his gaze searched yours for a moment longer, like he was looking for something underneath the surface. something you hadn’t said yet. “do you regret it?” he asked carefully.

you didn’t answer right away. not because you didn’t know—but because you wanted to be honest. your fingers traced lightly along his arm where it rested around you, grounding yourself in the feeling of him. in the reality of this.

“no,” you said finally. but there wasn't any hesitation or fear.

his expression shifted, relief settling over his expression. “not even a little?” he asked, quieter now.

you shook your head gently. “no,” you repeated. "i don’t.”

his hand slid slightly along your side, slower now, less urgent than before but still intentional—like he just needed to feel you there. still his. and still against him.

“i was scared i would,” you admitted softly.

his brows pulled together slightly. “and?”

you met his gaze. "i don't.”

silence settled again, but it wasn’t heavy. instead it was full of uncovered truths and the familiarity of each other.

“i think i'm just... trying to catch up,” you continued, your voice quieter now. “everything feels different.”

“it is,” he said.

your breath caught slightly. “does that scare you?”

"no," he shook his head without hesitation. “only thing that would've scared me is you walking away.”

your chest tightened, because you knew he meant that with everything in him. “i’m not going anywhere,” you said.

and when you said it—it didn’t feel like a maybe or a possibility. and he felt it. his hand stilled for a second at your waist, like he was registering the words and holding onto them.

"good," he murmured softly against you.

you shifted closer without thinking, your hand resting lightly against his chest now, feeling his heartbeat. it felt steady, steadying you into a wave of calmness you haven't experienced in a while.

“this is a lot,” you said again, but softer this time. less overwhelmed, but aware of the future situation awaiting.

“i know,” he said quietly. “but you don’t have to figure it all out right now.”

your eyes lifted back to his. “yeah?”

his thumb brushed lightly along your arm. “just stay."

you nodded. “okay.”

and for awhile, neither of you moved. you didn't rush or overthink anything—you just stayed there. wrapped up in each other, tangled in something that had been building for years, finally existing.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

it should’ve been easy. you'd done this a hundred times before—group settings, loud rooms, easy laughter, nothing to hide.

but now—everything felt different.

you walked in the bar first. jimin came ten minutes later, all on purpose.

jaehyun barely looked up from his phone. “you made it.”

“yeah,” you said, forcing a small smile as you slipped into your seat.

and then—jimin walked in, your breath catching before you could stop it. it was small, quick enough for nobody to notice. but jimin did, like always. your eyes met for half a second. that was it. but it was enough to thicken the tension between you.

he didn’t smile or acknowledge it. just walked past like nothing had changed—like last night simply didn’t exist.

but when he sat down across from you, too close—you felt it immediately. the shift in the energy between you, the awareness in the energy that sparked.

the way you couldn’t look at him for too long without remembering exactly how it felt to be right with him, not even a few hours ago. the way your brother was sitting right next to with the chance of smelling jimin's cologne on you.

“so what’s everyone doing this weekend?” someone asked.

quickly enough, voices overlapped, plans were thrown around. and you tried to focus. tried your best to stay present. but you failed.

because every time you laughed or moved—you could feel his eyes on you. not obvious or constant. but there. always there.

jaehyun nudged you. "you good?" you blinked. "yeah- yeah, i'm fine."

"then why are you zoning out?" he whispered a little too loudly, loud enough for jimin to hear—or maybe he was just eavesdropping too hard.

your stomach dropped. "i'm not."

across the table, jimin leaned back slightly, watching.

at some point, his fingers brushed against your knee under the table. it was accidental and barely there, but your breath caught sharply.

you pulled back immediately, but he didn't. his fingers lingered for a second longer before pulling away, like a reminder. like a warning.

your pulse spiked and you suddenly couldn't bare to look at him, even if you tried with everything in you.

"you okay?" jaehyun asked again. now you couldn’t seem look at your brother either.

"yeah," you said, a little too fast. "just need some air." and you stood before anyone could question you any further, walking out before you could even think.

and not even thirty seconds later, you heard the door open behind you. of course.

"running away again?"

your breath was slightly uneven as you turned to face jimin. "i just- i needed a second."

"you always do that," he said gently.

"you always follow."

he didn't deny it. silence settled for a second, but it didn't stay quiet for long.

"this isn't going to work, chim," you said without thinking, breath uneven and a sad pout forming at your lips. "not like this. not around them."

"then don't act like nothing happened," he said, voice lower now and suddenly much closer.

"i'm just trying to keep this from blowing up," you said.

"and i'm not?" he shot back.

you shook your head slightly. "you're making it harder, chim."

"good."

your brows pulled together. "why would you-"

"because i don't want you pretending we didn't just spend the night together. don't want you pretending like you didn't say you were mine."

and there the words were, out loud, too real, and sitting heavy in the air between you. your breath caught. "you can't just say that out loud."

"i just did," he replied simply, stepping closer to you. it wasn't close enough to draw attention if any of your friends—or your brother—peaked their head out the door to check on you two. but it was enough to for the smell of his cologne and the warmth of his body to wrap around you.

“you think i’m going to go back to acting like you’re just—what?” he continued, quieter now. “my best friend’s little sister?”

your heart skipped. because just minutes ago, that had been exactly what you had tried so desperately to do. sitting there, next to your brother and across from jimin, it all hit you like a truck.

"you're not" he said firmly.

you couldn't ignore the way your chest tightened and your throat swelled at his words. "this is complicated."

"i don't care," he said simply. and he meant it.

his hand found your wrist lightly, but it was enough to ground you. it was enough to look up at him, to hold his intense gaze that almost made your knees buckle.

“i meant what i said,” he added, voice lower now. “i’m not letting you go back to something that wasn’t even right for you.”

your pulse picked up again, looking away from him in pain. “but this isn’t that simple.”

“it is to me.”

and you when looked back up at him, something in your chest ached again. because for not once second did he hesitate. not even a little. he never did when it came to you.

"i only want you," he said quietly, but it was firm and final.

your breath caught, throat swelling as your heart thumped against your chest. because there was no doubt in the way he said it. he said it and left no space for uncertainty in your mind.

"i want you too, jimin," you admitted quietly, tears threatening to form at your water line.

if he hadn't noticed the water pooling at your bottom eyelashes, those words would've knocked him off his balance. he swallowed thickly, like he needed to fully process what you had just admitted.

"hey," he said, his gaze softening quickly. his grip on your arm loosened as he rubbed his thumb against your arm to comfort you. "we're going to figure this out, okay?"

"okay," you sniffled, holding his gaze.

"i can't loose you, y/n," he said, a hint of pain leaking through his tone.

"you won't," you replied almost firmly, tears quickly evaporating.

his hands found yours, intertwining them with his. "good," he muttered quietly, eyes mixed with hope and pain.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

your brother wasn't stupid.

he didn't say anything at first. instead, he just watched.

he watched the way you left the table quickly. and the way his best friend didn't hesitate to follow right after. the way neither of you came back for more than a few minutes.

and when you both finally came back inside, you didn't sit near each other. for the rest of the night, you didn't talk or even look at each other.

it was too careful. you and jimin had never spent the night, out with all of your friends, and not talk to each other once.

later that night, when everyone started heading out—when you had just slipped out the door with one of your girlfriends—your brother caught jimin by the shoulder. “yo.”

he turned, expression neutral. “what's up, man?”

jaehyun paused before asking, “you good, bro?”

it was a normal question. the way he said it was casual. but jimin knew by the randomness of the question, it wasn't at all that.

"yeah," jimin replied, but it came out of his mouth too quick.

jaehyun watched him for a second longer, his brows pulling together slightly. "you and...y/n okay?"

those words landed heavier, the sound of your name thickening the air in a way neither of them had felt before.

but jimin didn't react. "what do you mean?"

"i mean-" jaehyun shrugged slightly "you've been acting weird all night." a beat of silence waved through them. "and so has she."

the air and everything else around them seemed to still for a moment.

"we're good," he said simply, but with a bit too much control.

jaehyun almost didn't look convinced in the slightest bit. but he nodded anyway. "alright," he said, his hand leaving jimin's shoulder.

"just don't make things complicated," jaehyun continued, voice quieter now.

and that almost made jimin laugh,

because it was way too late for that.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

you started texting jimin first. it wouldn't be about anything important.

you: hiii what are you doinggg i miss you

those texts pulled at his heartstrings, making him dizzy in the head and pulling his phone out at work just to text you back. he didn't even look at the time.

jimin: i miss you too pretty girl i'm at work wish i was with you

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

you showed up to his apartment a few days later without hesitation. and he noticed. of course he did.

“you didn’t even think about it this time,” jimin said, watching you step inside while holding the door open for you.

you shrugged slightly, slipping off your shoes. “i knew where i wanted to be.”

and the moment those words left your mouth, it did something to him. and even you could see it. it was in the way his posture shifted, in the way his eyes stayed on you a second longer.

like he was still getting used to the fact that you weren't fighting it anymore. “say that again,” he murmured, stepping closer to you.

your breath caught slightly. “i said i knew where i wanted to be.”

“no,” he said, stepping closer. “the part you didn’t say out loud.”

your heart started racing, because you knew exactly what he meant. you hesitated, but only for a small second. "i wanted you."

silence filled the air, heavy—but charged with some kind of electricity that was enough to make your knees weaken underneath his gaze.

jimin closed the distance instantly, his hand finding your waist, pulling you into him like it was second nature now.

“yeah,” he said quietly, ignoring the way his stomach twisted at those words. “i know.” but his voice wasn't causal or light. it was full of something entirely deeper, something so deep you couldn't ignore it. something that had been waiting.

“you keep choosing me,” he added, his forehead brushing lightly against yours.

your breath caught. "i am."

his grip tightened slightly on you, his other hand finding its way up your neck and against your jaw. "good," he muttered before pulling your lips in with his.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

for two weeks, you and jimin barely went out together.

you'd spent time together his place, seeming to never getting bored of each other's presence. you'd spend those days playing games together, cooking, watching shows—and of course, getting tangled up in his sheets together.

you didn't sit next to each other in front of everyone when going out with friends. didn't make it obvious. but it was definitely there.

it was there in the way his hand would brush yours under the table and linger just a second too long. the way you'd glance across the room and he would already be looking.

the way you'd get a text from him while you were standing ten feet away from him in the club.

jimin: come outside

your heart jumped. and you'd go, every single time.

“anyone could see us,” you whispered, stepping out into the cool night air.

“then stop coming when i ask," he shrugged. because he knew you wouldn’t.

“i hate you, chimmy,” you murmured, but there was no weight behind it.

“no, you don’t," he said, stepping closer. too close, like always. “i can’t get enough of you like this,” he admitted lowly, eyes scanning you and licking his lips so briefly you almost didn't notice it.

it hit you harder than it should’ve. “how?” you asked softly. “we’re barely even—”

“exactly.” his hand found your wrist, pulling you just slightly closer. “but you’re still choosing me.”

your breath caught, heart practically hammering against your chest.

“you don’t even realize what that does to me,” he added, voice so low like it was to himself.

you looked up at him, ignoring the heat pooling between your thighs. “then tell me.”

his eyes dropped to your lips. then, slowly, back up. "it makes me want more," he grunted.

“and what happens when someone finds out?” you whispered.

but he didn’t hesitate. "then they find out.”

“you don’t care?”

his gaze locked onto yours. not even a second of doubt across his face. “not when it comes to you.”

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

you were in jimin's kitchen, leaning against the counter like you'd been there a hundred times before. because at this point, you basically had.

you were wearing one of his hoodies—like you always did now, when you felt his eyes on you.

“you’re here a lot,” he said, watching you.

you glanced up, smiling. “you complaining?”

“no," he replied quickly.

your smile softened. “then what?”

he didn’t answer right away. instead, he looked at you. taking in every inch of you—wearing his hoodie, in his apartment.

he looked at you like he was trying to figure out how to say something he’d been holding in for too long.

he stepped closer. "i've been wanting this for so long," he admitted quietly, gesturing between you and him. your breath caught.

"you keep choosing me," he continued, his voice lower now. "so i'm asking you-" he paused every so slightly.

"will you be mine?"

your chest tightened, heart beating too quickly for you to fully process his words. it wasn’t dramatic or overly romantic, it was jimin. direct, certain, and too real.

you stepped closer, close enough to be engulfed by his warmth, trying to ignore the way the words made your brain feel like mush. "i am yours," you said quietly, but it was certain.

his hand found your waist instantly, pulling you in like he didn’t need to hold back anymore. “yeah,” he murmured. “you are.”

and this time—it didn’t feel dangerous. it felt so right.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

you kept your things at your apartment, but you stayed at jimin's. more nights than not.

but you started to leave your clothes behind without realizing, and a pink toothbrush eventually showed up. and sometimes—when jaehyun wasn't home for the night, you'd even bring your cat over.

“you’re basically living here,” he muttered one night with a smile, watching you curl up into his couch like it was yours.

you pouted. “you don’t like it?”

he walked over, pulling you up into him without hesitation and placing a kiss on your forehead. “i didn’t say that, baby.”

because he liked it too much. he got so used to you being there. to your voice in his space. to the way you'd fall asleep next to him like it was the most natural thing in the world.

jimin didn't want it to go back to how it was before. not even a little.“you’re not going anywhere, right?” he asked once, quieter than usual.

you looked up at him, surprised. “where would i go?”

he didn’t answer. because didn’t need to. your hand found his. “i’m not going anywhere, chim.”

and that was all he needed.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

one week into you and jimin being official, the apartment door opened too early. too suddenly.

"yo, man-"

it was your brother. and he stopped mid-sentence at the sight of you. you, his sister, on his best friend's couch—no, better yet—on his lap. with his best friend's arms wrapped around your waist so comfortably.

there was no space between you two, and certainly no excuse that either of you could possibly dare to utter. silence filled the room instantly, heavy and sharp.

"what the fuck is this?" jaehyun exclaimed, brows pulling together sharply. but his voice wasn't loud, it didn't need to be.

you froze, heart dropping in your stomach as you got off jimin's lap. "wait-"

"no," he cut you off, stepping further inside as the door shut a little too hard behind him. "no, i want to hear him explain this."

but jimin didn't move. he didn't step away or take his hands off you. "we're together," he said simply.

your brother laughed humorlessly, a hand dragging across his face. "you're joking."

"no."

“that’s my sister.”

“i know.”

“you've known her since she was a kid.”

“i know," jimin replied again, each answer calmer than the last. which only made it worse for jaeyhun.

“and you thought this was okay?” jaehyun snapped.

“i didn’t think it was anything,” he said. “i know what it is.”

“yeah?” jaehyun shot back. “then say it.”

“i care about her," he said. it didn't come out defensive or rushed. he had said it with his whole chest.

jaehyun looked at you. "is this serious to you?"

your chest tightened. because it absolutely was. "yes," you said, no hesitation found in your tone.

the anger didn't disappear from jaehyun's face, but it shifted—like he was processing instead of exploding. “this is messed up,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair. “you went behind my back.”

“it wasn’t like that," you protested.

“it's exactly like that.”

silence stretched across the room again, longer this time.

"is he good to you?" jaehyun asked suddenly.

the question caught you off guard, but your heart ached at it. "yes," you replied softly. but it was certain in a way your brother had never heard you say about anybody before.

so, jaehyun looked between you two—really looked. at the way you stood next to each other, the way neither of you pulled away. the way it didn't feel awkward or forced like the way it felt with seojun.

it just felt completely natural.

"i don't like it," your brother said finally. neither of you had expected him to. "but if you hurt her-" jaehyun started, looking directly at jimin now.

"I won't," he interrupted immediately, lacking any hesitation.

another pause between the three of you before your brother sighed, frustrated and still processing. "this is weird," he muttered.

you let out a small breath. "i know."

"but... if you're serious-" jaehyun shook his head. "i'll deal with it."

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

the first time you showed up together, it was quiet. at least, both of you had tried to be.

you walked in the club together. not ahead of each other or separate—next to each other. and that was already enough to turn the heads of all of your friends.

"wait-" one your girlfriends, chaewon blinked, looking between you two. "are you guys-?"

jimin didn't even hesitate. "yeah," he said simply. like it wasn't a big deal. like he hadn't been wanting this for years. like it hadn't been something you both were hiding a week ago.

jaehyun was watching from across the room, still adjusting. still not fully used to it.

the only difference in the night was that jimin didn't try to hide anything. at one point, his hand found yours naturally, fingers lacing together like it was all he knew.

like he had been waiting to do it in front of everyone.

you glanced up at him, a little surprised. “you’re bold today, chimmy.”

he barely looked down at you. “i’ve been holding back for years.” and your heart absolutely melted at that.

"okay..." chaewon said at one point, still processing as you met her again on the dance floor, after jimin had let go of your hand and returned to your brother and their friends. "this is—wow."

"unexpected?" you offered.

"very," she said. "but... it really makes sense!"

and for the rest of the night, no one said anything else. because the way he looked at you and the way you leaned into him—it didn't feel casual or temporary. it felt undeniably real.

later, someone made a joke across the table. you laughed, leaning forward slightly—jimin's hand sliding instinctively to your lower back.

it sent butterflies through your stomach in the way that felt grounding. like he always needed to be touching you somehow.

the night started winding down, your friends grabbing their belongings and closing off their bar tabs, but conversation and laughter still lingering.

"come on," jimin said, standing up and reaching for you.

"where are we going, chim?” you hummed, still ever so slightly tipsy.

“out," he shrugged.

“that’s not an answer.”

“it is tonight.”

jaehyun rolled his eyes. “you’re not bringing her back late.”

he didn’t even look back, his hand finding the small of your back again. “i will.”

you laughed as he pulled you along. “you’re unbelievable.”

“yeah,” he murmured, glancing down at you. “but you’re still coming with me.”

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you were curled up beside jimin on his couch after he had just took you out to a nice dinner, stomach full from the food and sore from the laughter he got out of you and feet aching from the heels you wore.

your legs tucked were under his and your head rested against his shoulder while something played softly on the TV.

jimin's arm was around you, fingers absentmindedly tracing slow patterns along your arm. it was something he did without thinking now. something you leaned into without question.

“you’re quiet,” you murmured.

“mm.”

it wasn't really an answer. so you tilted your head slightly, looking up at him. "what?"

he didn't respond right away. instead, he just looked at you—longer than usual. your brows pulled together slightly. "what is it, chim?"

still nothing but his same, intense gaze. you felt your heart rate suddenly pick up.

“i’ve been trying not to say something,” he admitted finally, voice low.

your chest tightened. “...why?”

“because i didn’t want to rush you.”

that caught you off guard. “rush me into what?” you asked softly.

and for the first time in a long time—jimin hesitated. and that''s how you knew that whatever it was, it definitely mattered.

his hand stilled against your arm, but his gaze never left yours. "i've loved you for a very long time, y/n," he said gently.

but the words echoed in your head, landing deep in your brain. your breath was completely taken out of you.

"i always have," he added, quieter now. "i just didn't let myself call it that."

your eyes began to fill with water almost instantly. and it wasn't because you were surprised. because somewhere, deep, deep down—you had always known.

“and i didn’t say it before,” he continued, voice steady but softer than you ever heard it, “because i didn’t want you to feel like you had to say it back. or like this—” his hand shifted slightly against you, grounding you there. “—was something you needed to catch up to.”

your chest tightened in a way you had never felt before. "jimin..."

“but i can’t keep pretending it’s not there,” he said. “not when it’s been there longer than anything else.”

a brief silence settled between you, but it wasn't heavy. it was full of everything—your childhood memories, everything you hadn't said to each other, the past month you spent with him.

your vision blurred slightly as the tears finally slipped over. you felt his warm hand gently embrace your face, softly wiping them away.

“you don’t have to say anything,” he added softly. “i just needed you to know.”

you shook your head immediately. "no," you said your voice breaking slightly. "no, i do."

his expression shifted slightly, but it was enough for your blurry vision to pick up. he was watching you, holding you, waiting ever so patiently.

you took a small breath, steadying yourself, your hands finding his shirt, holding onto him like you always did now. “i love you too.”

the words came out through tears, but they were clear. "i think i have for a while too," you admitted. "i just didn't realize it until it was already... you."

jimin's chest tightened in a way that pulled at his heartstrings. because that meant everything to him. the words that he dreamed of you saying to him had left your mouth at once.

both of his hands moved to your face, brushing gently along your cheek, catching the tears there like they mattered.

like you mattered.

“you don’t have to cry,” he murmured softly.

you let out a small, shaky laugh. “i’m not sad.”

“i know, baby.”

he leaned in slowly this time. and it wasn't rushed or desperate, it was certain. and when he kissed you, it wasn't like before.

not like the first time, full of tension and restraint breaking. or like the nights that followed, intense and consuming. this was different—softer, deeper, like everything you hadn't said to each other had finally fallen into place.

when you pulled back, you both didn't move far, foreheads pressed against each others. "i mean it," he murmured.

"i know, chimmy," you sniffled with a smile.

his hand slid back to your waist, pulling you closer again without even thinking. “say it again,” he said quietly.

you smiled through the last bit of your tears. "i love you."

and with that, his finally chest eased in a way he hadn't felt in years. "yeah," he murmured, a big smile forming at his lips as he took in the sight of you. "i love you too."

and for a while, you didn't say anything else. because everything that mattered had already been said.

for the first time, there was nothing left between you and him that wasn't real. no secrets or hesitation. just pure love and devotion. the kind that had always been there, but you both had just finally caught up to it.

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guys i literally love themmm sm😭!! i hope u guys like my first jimin fic!! im personally OBSESSED with his obsession... like god what i would GIVE for him to feel that way about me.. ahem- anyway.. was not planning on making it so long but i just had to give ending full of fluff! love u guys sm!! let me know what y'all think <3