The kitchen was already coated in the thick, buttery aroma when you walked in. Four packets of popcorn would do that. You inhaled the scent, just for pleasure, before rummaging through the drawers and cabinets to find the rest of the supply. The chorus of gasps from the living room made you groan in frustration. It wasn’t like you lived here; how were you supposed to know where anything was kept? You didn’t want to be missing the movie.

The yelling began promptly when the microwave didn’t sound. “I don’t know where it is!” You called back, still opening and closing cabinets, one by one. You were always surprised by how clean and organized the boys were. Each cabinet was organized and tidy, every container stacked by size, every cereal box facing the same way. Perhaps a house of seven encouraged more tidiness than it did create chaos.

“Seriously?” You huffed, finally finding the popcorn in the topmost cabinet.  They were lined up neatly like books for easy access, but of course, most of the boys were much taller than you. You stretched your arm upwards, straining on the tips of your toes. Even so, your fingers just barely grazed the plastic wrap of the popcorn packets. You returned to the balls of your feet before hopping to your tiptoes once more, hoping a slight bounce might help you reach.

Just then, fingers snaked around your waist, holding you steady, and sending your chest into a thudding frenzy at the suddenness. The small shaken yelp that fell from your mouth was alerting enough of your panic. Your heart felt like it might burst as your entire body was left startled by the tall boy who held it.

Jungkook slid a popcorn packet out of its place with ease in his other hand, his fingers still pressed lightly into the sides of your hip. You nearly choked when he only smirked at the sound you made, not so much as turning his head to see the expression on your face. His hand left your side to open the packet and place it in the microwave.

“I could have gotten that,” you mumbled, crossing your arms over your chest as you leaned back against the counter.

Jungkook chuckled as he stood in front of you. “Oh definitely,” he nodded, trying not-so-hard to hide his knowing smile. From this close, you could smell the soft detergent coming off of his t-shirt, and the hint of his perfume that was almost stained to his skin. You adored the way he smelled, so light and pleasant.

Jungkook stepped closer to you with a mischievous look smeared across his face, his hands placed on the edge of the countertop on either side of you. His arms framed you into him, the warmth of his touch pressing once again to your sides.

You chewed the inside of your cheek as you tried to contain the flutters in your stomach. You couldn’t necessarily say that the two of you were dating, but it was entirely too false to say you were single. ‘A thing’, you were calling it, for now.

“I don’t know what you hope to accomplish here, Jungkook,” you lowered your voice as you stood up straight, your lips dangerously close to his.

“Well,” he smirked, bringing his chin forward so that his bottom lip brushed against yours. “We have three minutes until that popcorn is done,” he nodded his head towards the microwave as the numbers counted down. “And I really want to kiss you.”

Jungkook’s hands left the counter and fell to the small of your back. He tugged you into the envelope of his body, quickly taking hostage of your every breath. The same blissful dizziness you always got with him stirred through your body as your hands knit themselves into his hair. His quiet hum of approval left you wanting more. You let his tongue take dominance over yours and pulled him closer to you as your body fell back towards the counter. Catching the drift, Jungkook’s hands wandered down your thighs, grabbing at every inch of flesh before lifting you to the counter.

Your legs wrapped around his torso, the familiarity of the movement lighting a fire in his body. Jungkook let out a shaky grunt, suppressing it as much as he could; everyone was still just a room over. His ego hated the thought of this being so one sided. His hands slipped under your thin shirt and beneath your bra, pressing up over your breasts at once. He swallowed up the soft whine that came from your lips with devious pride.

With that, he moved to your neck, leaving a sloppy trail of wet kisses all over. Your head fell back with such rapture, feeling his hands and lips roam all over your skin. Jungkook found the sensitive dip between your collarbone and the base of your neck, and nipped at it lightly. You pulled him tighter into your chest as a gasp rushed past your lips. This whole ‘thing’ you had with Jungkook, it was unbelievable. With his every touch, your skin burned with pleasure. You desperately clung to the moments he made you feel like this, praying that the grooves of his tongue would only get more time to dance over your every inch of skin. Still, there was only so much of a thing such as time.

“Jungkook…” you breathed, hoping to have some sense of warning or urgency in your voice– and failing. He all but growled against your neck, unwilling to leave it for something as plain as words. His hands framed your sides once more, pulling your whole body to press entirely against his. He breathed sweet kisses further along your skin. “Jungkook…”

“What?” The annoyance in his voice only made it better. He lifted his head to meet your eyes and the same mischievous smirk that played on his lips earlier made its ways to yours.

Smoothly, he sidled up next to you and curled an arm around your waist, surprising you. You frowned at him as he kept his gaze fixated on the freshman, “Hey, Bambam. I think Hoseok needed to do a beer run, can you help him out?” Getting the hint, he just nodded, a sly grin on his face, and scampered off.

After he was out of sight, Jimin shifted away from you, moving towards the fridge. “You are such an ass,” you scowled, downing the rest of your beer and slamming the cup down on the table. “What the fuck is your problem?”

“Nothing really,” he shrugged, smiling cutely. “Just thought it’d be fun to kill your game for the night.”

“You are such an ass,” you repeated in annoyance.

“I mean, I wasn’t voted Best Ass three years in a row for nothing.” He smirked. “How’s your night going, princess?”

“It would’ve gone perfectly if you didn’t show up.” You snapped, stomping away from him and into the living room, leaving Jimin chuckling to himself. Maybe he was a teensy bit of a jerk. He liked teasing you, liked seeing the pretty flush across your face and the way your lips would curl in annoyance.

But Jimin should’ve known that karma would never be on his side. When he finally found someone he was into, chatted with her a bit and even invited her over to his room (she had nodded eagerly), you showed up like the dark fucking knight. Instead of saving his ass though, you said, “Careful, babe, I heard he’s got herpes.”

The girl’s face paled almost instantly and then she was gone, disappearing into the crowd. Jimin wanted to curse you out but he only laughed. “Fuck, that was a good one, I’ll admit.”

“It’ll get better once she tells her friends.”

“I killed your game for the night and you killed my game for the entire semester.”

“I’ll give it a month tops.” You shrugged, sipping your beer again.

Jimin’s eyes caressed your figure, from the smoothness of your thighs where he wanted to bury his face, to the shape of your hips that he wanted to bruise, and to the expanse of your bared shoulder. Fuck, you were really fucking hot tonight. Either that, or the alcohol had hit him with an extra shove. He brushed his fingertips over your exposed shoulder, earning a delicious shiver as you flinched away from him. “I’d suggest you try to hit up another frat if you want a hook up.”

“I’ll suggest you to invest in some good lube and wrist strengthener.”

He laughed again. “Shit, you’re on a roll tonight.”

“Karma’s a bitch, isn’t she?”

“Careful, she doesn’t like getting insulted.” Jimin grinned. As one last push, he said, “So when are you finally going to let me fuck you?”

You smiled sweetly at him, eyes glaring curses into his soul. “When you learn to buy your own damn breakfast.”

Okay, so maybe he knew exactly why you hated his guts.

It was about two months ago when he started hooking up with your roommate, Seonmi. She was this petite girl that had shown up at one of the frat’s parties, looking a little lost and nervous. Jimin, being the gentleman that he was, had introduced her to people, talked to her until she finally relaxed.

They fucked that same night.

Ever since then, although they weren’t exclusive, Jimin could always pop by Seonmi’s place for a good fuck the same way she would text him after class to meet her in the library for a quick and easy de-stress. The unsaid rule was that there were no strings attached, but even then Jimin could sense that Seonmi was getting a little too fond with him. She never stated it explicitly, but it was obvious in the way she’d ask him to stay for breakfast or to walk her to class after he bent her over behind one of the shelves in the library.

He thought that had been dangerous waters, but it was worse when he finally met you one morning. Although you and Seonmi weren’t exactly best friends, the two of you got along just fine. The first time you met him, you had stepped out of your own room into the shared kitchen to find him stuffing his face with your homemade banana bread.

The last slice of banana bread.

The piece that you had been saving for the one day you wouldn’t have time to get breakfast.

Ever since then, you’ve started the ticking timer to end his life. Well, not ever since then, it sort of piled up over the next few weeks whenever he finished up your breakfast supply, leaving you frustrated and screaming, kicking him out the door.

While you were too busy obsessing over the empty fridge, he was too focused on the cuteness that was you with your disheveled hair, wrinkled pajamas (with bunny slippers too), and the pretty blush that appeared whenever you were upset.

Jimin couldn’t help himself, he should’ve known he was screwed from day one.

“Seonmi,” you started, catching her hands in yours as your eyes pleaded for her attention. “Please listen carefully. What I’m about to tell you is so, so important.”

She looked up from her textbook, eyes open wide curiously. Seonmi was adorable to say the least. With her shorter stature and sleek brunette hair that framed her small face, she resembled a doll. A doll much too pure, too cute for this tainted world. “What is it?”

“Park Jimin is a dick.”

Seonmi’s lips twitched as she rolled her eyes and let her gaze drop back down onto her book. “Not this again, I keep telling you that it’s fine.”

“It’s not fine,” you huffed. “He’s an absolute ass.”

“An ass with a very, very nice ass.” Seonmi wiggled her eyebrows suggestively then breaking out into cute giggles. God, you wondered how Jimin managed to nail someone as precious as her. “Honestly though, it’s fine. He’s cute, he’s great in bed. We have a good thing going, nothing you should be worrying your head about.”

“Still,” you grunted. “He’s a jerk.”

“He’s really sweet once you get to know him.” And there they were, the stars in her eyes that reminded you again of how innocent this girl was and how despicable of a human being Park Jimin was (okay, maybe not despicable, but he’s so manipulative, it’s terrifying). “He’s really thoughtful. He brings me tea whenever I’m stressed out and always asks me how I’m doing.”

“Before or after he asks you to come over for sex?”

Seonmi shook her head, “Now you’re just nitpicking. What happened last night?”

“Your so-called sweet guy cockblocked me.”

“I doubt you let him go just like that,” Seonmi noted with a twinkle in her eye.

You grinned, “Of course not. I made sure the girls knew just what kind of guy he was.”

“You guys are terrible.” She shook her head. “Hopefully, one day you’ll come to a truce.”

“When that day comes, let satan know I’m coming to visit.”

Seonmi laughed.

Your hatred for Jimin went beyond your roommate’s bedroom and the incredibly thin walls that did nothing to muffle Jimin’s filthy words. Filthy words that might’ve had an effect on you once or twice but you’d take that to the grave. It certainly didn’t help when the boy was practically out to get you, going out of his way to ensure that you’d end up fuming and screaming at him.

For example, just last week, your internship had drained your soul to the very core and all you wanted to do was eat your ramen when you got back to your place. You had let it cook for a while as you cleaned up your bag in your room. You left it for two minutes. Two. You stepped out, this was at nine at night mind you, to find Jimin grinning up at you and slurping away. “Hey, babe, how are you?” Safe to say, he ended up with a bruised arm that day.

What problem Jimin had with you, you’d never know. The boy irritated you far too much for you to stay civil long enough around him.

But then again, you supposed you should’ve known that the tension between the two of you, the sharp words thrown around attached to deadly glares, would’ve snapped eventually. You just never expected it to be this way.

Your sorority was holding a girl’s night out in Circle Room, a decent enough nightclub in the center of Gangnam where the streets were still packed with the hustle and bustle of people drifting in and out of clubs and restaurants, getting their bit of stress relief after a long day. You had slipped into your favorite little black dress that always did the trick for your confidence and for the boys.

Letting loose with your sisters had always been one of the highlights of being in a sorority. You could rely on each other and ensure that everyone got home safely. Though, none of them could ever guarantee that you wouldn’t have a one night stand that you’d regret for the rest of your life.

Especially if that one night stand was Park fucking Jimin.

Maybe you had been a little too drunk and, when you were drunk, your tongue tended to take you a little too far. Running into the boys from Jimin’s frat was one thing (Bambam was there and he was extra cute that night), but running into Jimin was another story (he had fucking cockblocked you from Bambam again). Scowling at him, you shoved his hand off and ordered another shot. “Want me to buy you a drink, princess?”

“Mind your own damn business, Park.”

“Damn, haven’t gotten any action lately, huh?” Jimin poked your side and you glared at him. Again. “Yikes, did I hit the nail right on the head?”

“I’ll make sure you get no action for the rest of your life if you keep cockblocking me.” You growled, tipping back another shot and settling yourself down on the bar.

He laughed, hand warm on the small of your back as he ordered another drink for the two of you. “Come on now, I’m just kidding. You’re smoking, ____.”

You raised an eyebrow, “Did I just hear a compliment from the infamous Park Jimin?”

“I hardly think of myself as infamous,” he scoffed. “But I did mean the compliment.”

“Why are you kissing ass to me today?”

“In the hopes of actually kissing your ass.” He grinned, eyes twinkling. Park Jimin was good-looking and he knew it. Despite his cherubic features, there was something about the way he smiled, the way his eyes sparked, that could melt anyone in his devilish hands. You weren’t an exception. Admittedly, you had been charmed by Jimin when you first met him during a rush event, but that attraction was short-lived the second you found out how cocky the boy was.

“Keep dreaming, Park, maybe you’ll see me there.”

He ducked his head and brushed his lips against the shell of your ear, breath ghosting warmth on your sensitive skin. “You make the offer sound so tempting, princess.”

Whirling around, you came face to face with him. His eyes hooded and dark, staring down at you, as he licked his plump lips, gaze falling to your mouth. Your lips shone underneath the hypnotic lights, glazed with the bittersweet taste of alcohol. “You’re really pushing it.”

Jimin hummed, hands planted on either side of your body as he nuzzled his nose into your neck, breathing in the scent that was all you. “How about taking this somewhere more private?”

You should’ve known that you would’ve caved eventually. Grabbing his wrist, you pushed through the crowd to the dimly lit hallway for the bathrooms. It didn’t take him even a second, no hesitance in his movements, to push you up against the wall, his hand moving to catch one of your thighs and wrapping it around his waist. He slanted his lips over yours, capturing the delicious sweetness of your mouth as he twisted his tongue against yours. Your hands moved to his shoulders, seeking purchase to support your weakened knees.

Park Jimin was one hell of a kisser.

He wasted no time, no wasted breaths, as he ground his hips into yours, his bulge rubbing against your panties. Your dress hiked around your waist as he kept his hands on you, all over you.

The pulsing rhythm of the club masked the sounds of both your gasps and moans as Jimin moved his lips down to nibble on your neck. His erection had you shutting your eyes, chokes escaping your mouth. “Fuck, Jimin, I’m so wet already.”

“I know that, princess.” He grinned, eyes dancing with mirth. One of his hands reached around you to hold your back while the other went between your thighs, fingertips feeling the damp fabric underneath. “Fuck, bet your pussy is dripping for me. You’re so ready for me, aren’t you?”

Your fingers tangled in his hair as you tugged it back, glaring down at him. “Don’t push me, Park. I’m fucking horny and tipsy. That’s not a good combination if I’m not happy.”

He groaned with the movements, slamming you back against the wall and mouth ravishing yours once more. With his hand on your hip, he rolled his hips over and over, earning gorgeous, desperate cries falling from your lips. “You’re so fucking hot, fuck. Tight dress like this, teasing me all night. God, I wanted to kill those guys who had their hands on you.”

You laughed, kissing him again as his hand travelled up to rub your breasts, fingers pinching your pert nipples through the fabric. “I never pegged you for the jealous type.”

“Trust me, baby. I don’t like to share,” he growled. “Including with those fucking perverts watching us right now.” Your eyes opened to find two guys at the end of the hallway, obviously entranced by the sight before them. “Come on.” He kept his arm around you as he hid your figure with his own, allowing the two of you to stumble into one of the bathrooms. Quickly, he checked if the coast was clear before clicking the lock shut. “I’m not letting anyone see us when I fuck you for the first time.”

Jimin stood a foot away from you, eyes dragging down your body, from the tips of your stilettos to the top of your messy hair. Sexy as fuck. He wanted to jerk off to the sight of you then with your eyes wild and observant, your lips swollen, red marks splattered all over your neck. He’d be lying if he hadn’t touched himself to the thought of you before.

Prowling over to you, he pinned you back against the wall. He didn’t waste any time, tugging your zipper down to rid you of your dress. Shit. He nearly creamed himself on the spot at the sight of you in your baby blue set of lingerie. “Please tell me you didn’t know this is my favorite color.” He gulped.

“Oh,” you seemed surprise by the newly found piece of information, but a smirk spread across your face. “I’m guessing I picked the right color for tonight?”

He gritted his teeth and kissed you again before bringing his fingers up to your lips. “Suck, babe. I want your mouth sucking my fingers like you’d suck my cock.”

You rolled your eyes but took them in anyway, tongue wrapping around the thick digits. You kept your eyes open, watching his reaction to your actions.You pressed up against him, breasts full against his chest. His eyelids fluttered for a brief second as his dick twitched in his pants. Holy fuck. The velvety texture of your tongue, dripping with moisture, stroking his fingers had his mind reeling. You popped his fingers out and dragged your tongue up the length. Fuck. God, he wanted to see you to do that to his cock.

“Wet enough?” You smiled.

With his other hand, he turned you around and bent you over the sink. Your hands settled on the cool metal as his hand rubbed your ass, giving it a nice squeeze. “Fuck,” he muttered. “Wish I could take a picture of you like this because, damn, I can see your pussy and those godforsaken heels.”

“Enough chitchat, Park.” You snapped, wiggling your ass at him.

He chuckled and approached you, slipping his fingers in between your folds and hearing the satisfied groan that tumbled from your throat. “You’re drenched, princess. Have you been thinking about me all night?”

“Maybe I was thinking about Bambam,” you laughed then squeaked when he brought his hand down on your ass, the crack bouncing off the walls.

Pulling his fingers out, he left you squirming, throwing a glare over your shoulder. “Bite me, princess.”

“I’m tempted to,” you snapped.

“Why don’t you beg me instead? After mentioning another guy’s name with my fingers inside you, you think I’m going to continue?” He laughed bitterly.

“Fuck, Jimin, come on. I was kidding.” You whimpered. “Please.”

“I want to hear you say it, baby girl.”

You gritted your teeth. Just this once, you’ll put your pride on the line. “Jimin, will you please fuck me.”

“Can’t hear you.”

“Park Jimin, please just fuck me. I’m fucking wet for you, I want your thick fingers inside me, want you to fill me up—” Your words died in his throat when he shoved his fingers deep inside you again, sliding them in and out all too easily.

“Fuck, that’s more like it.” He pumped his fingers in and out, tongue darting out to wet his lips. The sight of you bent over for him, knees shaking as you attempted to hold yourself up with the pleasure that coiled tight in your stomach, had his nerves on end. “I love to hear you begging for me, princess, love to hear you so desperate for my cock.”

You gasped when he scissored his fingers inside you, his fingers stroking your walls. Biting down on your lip, you pushed yourself back into his hand. “J-Jimin, please. I need your cock. Fuck—fuck me.”

He pulled his fingers out, seeing them glisten underneath the bathroom’s dingy lights. “You’re so wet, princess. I can’t wait to slide myself inside you.” He quickly pulled out a condom, ripping it open and rolling it on. His hands grabbed your hips as he positioned himself behind you.

The second he slid himself inside you, it was as if everything disappeared. The music from the club muffled by your heart beating in your ears. You could barely feel anything else except for him and only him. You were hyperaware of his presence, of his cock moving in and out of you, of his heavy breaths and the roughness of his palm on your skin, of the filthy words that had you whimpering and begging for more.

“J-Jimin, shit, that feels so good. Fuck me harder,” you moaned, breath stuck in your throat as he pounded in faster, his cock hitting all the right spots inside of you. All you could do was grip the sink harder, your knuckles turning white as moans spilled from your lips. “Just like that, oh God.”

“You’re so tight, baby. Bet I’m a better fuck than Bambam,” he snarled, thrusting in so hard that you jerked forward. “Hm, how about all the guys in the past? Tell me, baby.”

Expletives left your mouth. Jimin’s movements were relentless. He moved harder and faster, fingers digging deeper into the soft skin of your hips. He muttered on again about how wet you were, how fucking desperate you were for him. In that moment, you couldn’t even deny it. He was so, so fucking good.

“Tell me, princess.” He whispered into your ear, teeth nipping your earlobe as he ground his hips into you again.

“So good, fuck, you’re so good. I’m so wet for you, so tight for you.” You stuttered the last few words when he jerked his hips harder. He did it over and over, your knees giving out below you, but Jimin was faster, catching you without breaking his rhythm.

“That’s right, baby. This pussy is mine. Nobody can fuck you better than I can,” he grunted. Your mind went into overdrive, running a mile a minute as you attempted to catch onto your last string of self-restraint. But Jimin pushed through, pounding faster into you, “Come on, baby. I want to see you come all over me, want to see your come dripping down your legs when you walk out. Show everyone that you belong to me, that I fucked you like this.”

“S-Shit, Jimin.” You gulped, feeling the familiar tightening in your stomach and the warmth that bloomed between your legs. It wasn’t long before you came undone before him, stars before your eyes as you let out a cry. Jimin didn’t stop there, he kept fucking you, dragging out your orgasm for as long as he could until he reached his own climax.

The air suddenly felt cool, your skin coated with a sheen layer of sweat as you huffed and leaned back against the sink. Your hair curled on the ends with the humidity and clung onto your neck. Jimin, much to your surprise, drifted towards you and brushed your hair away from your face to place a chaste kiss on your lips. His hands cupped your cheeks as his eyes searched yours. “You alright? Did I go too hard?”

His concern was surprising to say the least, but it was heart-warming. You blushed a little, swatting his hand away and shaking your head. “No, no, that was… that was good. I liked it.”

He chuckled, “Good to know. I aim to please.” He zipped himself up before reaching over to pick up your panties and dress, handing them over.

“Don’t get too smug, Park. This was only one time.” You huffed, tugging on your clothes.

“Are you implying that there will be other times?” His eyes twinkled with delight and anticipation, his grin too confident for your liking.

You scowled, “In your dreams.”

“You know, Tae’s still here and I know he’s crashing at Hoseok’s place later. So my flat is empty right now.” The offer was tempting, too tempting. You could feel your resolve falter when he snaked a strong arm around your waist and pulled you close, bringing his mouth down to meet yours. “Come on, princess. Don’t tell me you’re too tired for round two.”

Like hell you were.

“Bring it on, Park.”

It was a mistake. It had been a huge mistake to go home with him that night and the following night and the week after. You lost count of how many times you fell into Park Jimin’s hands, into his sweet words and cozy apartment. The tension between the two of you never dissipated, not during house parties where the two of you would bite each other’s heads off. The tension only worsened—or maybe improved—your sex life with him.

Whenever you were pissed, he went hard.

Whenever you were pissed and sassing him, he went even harder.

Jimin was a gentleman though, you learned after a while. Seonmi had been right. He always checked on you afterwards, making sure that he hadn’t pushed your limits too far. Not once did he ever try to ask you to leave his room after a hookup, instead preferring for you to stay with him and leave at your own convenience.

One time, you had tried to squeeze back into your dress when he yanked you back onto the bed, tucking you underneath the blanket and closing his eyes with a sigh. “What the fuck?”

“Go to bed, it’s already past two and it’s dangerous for you to walk home alone.”

“I was planning on calling a cab or something.”

His eyes opened, flashing a warning. “Can you please just stay for once? I don’t want to risk you getting mauled over by a lion or something on the way back because you decided to leave at two fucking am.”

“A lion?” You snorted.

“Princess,” he rolled his eyes. “I’m exhausted, go to sleep.”

“Alright, fine, you brat. But I’m expecting breakfast in the morning.”

“Wouldn’t think of anything else for your highness.”

You could feel yourself falling, your heart beating louder whenever you ran into him, knowing what was to come. Yet, the expectation for a good night and an even better morning never ceased. Jimin, true to his word, would whip up food in the morning. “To make up for the times I emptied your fridge,” he had murmured, shrugging.

He was thoughtful, he really was, which made it harder for you to detach yourself from the emotional experience of sex with him.

It was even worse that Seonmi still knew nothing about what was going on between you and Jimin. He had stopped calling her for sex, always eschewing her suggestions for him to drop by whenever you weren’t around (ironically enough, he’d do this whenever you were over at his place). You felt the guilt eat at you but those worries evaporated whenever Jimin reassured you that everything would be fine with his hands, his mouth, and also his well-stocked refrigerator and ramen supply.

Winter break was a thrill for the two of you because Seonmi had gone home for the holidays and Jimin was aware of this fact. Unfortunately for him, Taehyung was picking up winter classes so he decided that the next best thing to do was to practically move into your place for the vacation period.

You came home after work, snow dusting your hair, to the sight of Jimin snuggled up on your couch, shirtless (as always) and on his phone. “Can you put a damn shirt on? What if I was someone else?”

“You gave someone else a key to your place?” He quirked an eyebrow, smirking. “I’m offended, princess. Thought I’d be the first.”

“In your dreams,” you huffed, shrugging off your coat.

Jimin took all of two seconds to cross the distance between the two of you and wrap his arms around you, humming happily as he propped his chin up on your shoulder. “How was work?”

You sighed into him, turning around to meet his lips. “It was fine.”

Of course, you were completely aware of how domestic the whole situation looked. But you chose to remain blissfully unaware of your feelings towards him. “Cold?” He bit your shoulder playfully.

“Freezing outside.” You shuddered.

“Come on, I’ll warm you up just right.”

“Do you ever run out of stamina?” You huffed, turning around in his hold so he could kiss you easily.

“Never for you, princess.”

It was clear from the beginning that, without coming clean, you never would’ve gotten your happy ending. You probably should’ve brought it up to Jimin the minute he told you to stay, told you that he always wanted you to be safe.

You woke up to a tingling sensation down your back. Peeking your head up and opening your eyes, you found Jimin staring at you, head on his palm as his free hand moved to touch your naked back.

He smiled softly, face glowing underneath the morning light. His fingers danced along your spine as you sighed and sank into the bed. Then he turned over, settling closer towards you so he could kiss your shoulder. His mouth mapped out constellations on your back, printing marks reminding you that you were his in that moment. “You’re particularly quiet today.”

“I just had great sex and I’m aching all over. I’m happy, let me live.”

Chuckling, he moved up again, lying down next to you and draping his arm across your waist. “Damn, didn’t think I’d see the day that I’d be the one to make you happy.”

You rolled your eyes and flicked his nose, “Don’t get too cocky just yet. If your cock shrivels up and die, you’ll probably never be able to anymore.”

“Ouch,” he winced. “Don’t jinx that for me.”

“Better keep up your game then,” you grinned. “I have work soon so I’m going to—Jimin!” You shrieked when he pinched your nipple. Glaring at him, you smacked his hand away and attempted to escape to the bathroom.

However, you stopped your movements the same time Jimin’s laughter died in his throat. There was rustling from the front door. Your eyes widened. That could only mean one thing. “Fuck,” you cursed and tossed his clothes his way. “She said she wouldn’t be back until next week. Shit, get dressed.”

Jimin was bouncing around your room, attempting to get himself ready enough to face Seonmi while you slipped on your own pajamas and shoved him out the door. Fuck. He looked around for a place to hide but it was to no avail. Seonmi stepped in, more than shocked to find Jimin awkwardly dawdling around the kitchen. “Jimin! What are you doing here?”

It was at that exact moment that you left your room, an excuse on the tip of your tongue when Jimin spread his arms out with a grin. “To see you!”

“Me?” Seonmi giggled. The sound only worsened your guilt. “Did you know about this?” This time, she directed her question to you.

“Uh, yeah. He called earlier, wanting to pop by to see if you were back.”

“You must have excellent instincts,” Seonmi smiled, a catlike grin on her face as she came up to Jimin and pressed a kiss onto his lips. “Did you eat yet?”

“Um, not yet. It’s still kind of early so maybe I should just get going—”

“Nonsense! Come eat with us. I brought lots of goodies from home.”

During breakfast, Jimin kept tossing worried glances your way as you sat stiffly in your own chair and listened to Seonmi prattle on about her holidays, her family at home and her dogs. Jimin’s gaze fell to your phone before flicking back up to meet yours.

Jimin [ 09:44 AM ] : Shit, I should really go

You [ 09:44 AM ] : U can probably bail soon

Jimin [ 09:44 AM ] : Sorry I fucked this up, I’ll make it up to you

You frowned, looking up at him and raising an eyebrow. He just shrugged, a small shy smile on his lips.

You [ 09:45 AM ] : You didn’t fuck up anything though?

Jimin [ 09:45 AM ] : I did in a way :\

“You two seem awfully busy,” Seonmi laughed.

“Sorry,” Jimin winced, glance guiltily darting over towards you before returning to Seonmi with an apologetic smile. “Tae sort of messed up in our kitchen so I have to get going.”

“Oh,” she frowned. “Is he okay?”

Dammit. Jimin smiled tightly, “Yeah, he’s fine. Just a little accident but I’m going to go.” He quickly grabbed his jacket from the hanger and gave a little salute. “I’ll see you around, Seonmi.” His eyes moved to you, giving a curt nod, before he left.

“Why are the two of you still awkward?” Seonmi huffed, flicking your arm. “It’s been months.”

You laughed awkwardly, “Guess that’s just us.” Your phone buzzed in your pocket, signaling you of another text.

Jimin [ 09:47 AM ] : See you around yeah? We’ll make it work.

The idea of a ‘we’ with Jimin had your heart racing but, at the same time, with Seonmi still in the picture, you knew you wouldn’t have the heart to do a thing with him.

It was a week later, a little after one in the afternoon, when you found Jimin sitting quietly in the corner of the café you two frequented in the morning after a night together. You hadn’t seen him for a while, part of it was because school and work kept you away and Jimin had his own things to deal with, but it was mainly because of the unsaid reason—Seonmi. “Hey,” you greeted him softly, taking the seat across from him. “Finished classes?”

“Yeah, only had one.” He rubbed his palms nervously on his jeans and tugged his beanie down on his head. “You?”

“Yep, same.” You nodded.

Silences had never been awkward with him, yet you were shifting around uncomfortably with the unspoken words hanging between the two of you. Jimin took a sip of his drink then breathed out, “Look, with Seonmi, I’m—I don’t know what to do. She’s nice and all but she’s just—” His eyes found yours. “She’s just not for me. I know she’s into me and I don’t think I should keep it going with her.”

“Yeah,” you nodded, unsure of what to say.

“And, uh, shit. I mean, it’s been really great with you and I really want to keep going but I don’t want to put you in an awkward spot with her.”

“Same,” you sighed. “I don’t know what to do. She’s just so sweet, I can’t lie to her.”

“She’s been texting me again,” Jimin flinched. “I keep telling her I’m busy so I don’t have to meet her but it’s getting hard.”

“You know, you can just let her know that you’re not interested instead of leading her on.” You huffed, taking a gulp of your own drink.

“It’s not that easy,” he gave you a look.

“You’re just making it difficult.” You paused. “Or maybe it’s because you still want to hook up with her.”

“No!” He frowned. “Jesus, no, that’d be weird.”

“Weird why?”

Jimin didn’t want to admit it, but there was a niggling feeling that told him that it wouldn’t be right, that he couldn’t hook up with Seonmi because he liked you a little too much. Although he was more than a little intimate with physical relationships, he wasn’t so sure if he was ready to deal with an emotional one—to deal with his own feelings for you. “I don’t know. I mean, we’ve been fucking, I don’t think I can ever go back to her. Jesus.”

You rolled your eyes, “Then just deal with this, Park. You can’t keep dragging this on, it’s going to make it worse for all of us.”

And, in that moment too, you felt a pinch in your heart. You knew that there was something more between the two, knew that Jimin felt it too but he was too chicken to admit it. You shouldn’t be surprised, but it still didn’t stop the hurt. Maybe Jimin had never been interested in the first place. If it weren’t for you, he’d probably have gone back to Seonmi. But she was your roommate and he didn’t want awkward entanglements.

“I’ll figure it out. Just give me a little time,” he sighed, fiddling with his phone. “A little time.”

A little time to Jimin meant more than a handful of weeks of avoiding the fuck out of both you and Seonmi. When he opened his phone, finding messages from the two of you, he couldn’t help but feel the remorse course through him. During those days, he’d curse and toss his phone across the room, wishing that he had never met Seonmi.

But if he hadn’t met her, then he wouldn’t have met you.

Not in the same way at least.

The events that had transpired thus far had been a chain reaction and Jimin should accept it, should accept that all the decisions he’s made led him to you.

You with your wild eyes, your tangled hair, your pretty pout and the curl of your smirk, the shape of your hips, the curve of your breasts. You, this beautiful dilemma that he had the pleasure of encountering.

He really was undeniably fucked.

After he avoided your texts for quite some time, he shouldn’t have been surprised to find that you were doing the same to him. Leaving him on read, steering clear of places he often went to, practically running from him whenever he caught sight of you.

It drove him insane because he just wanted to talk. He wanted to work things out with you and get back to the way things were, no matter how difficult it’d be. But there was still a part of him that feared this thing with you, feared that he’d fuck it up, feared that a relationship with you would be self-destructive in itself.

This was why he kept things clean, no strings attached. At the same time, he knew he wanted to be twisted into your life, sneak himself into spaces in your heart so you could never forget about him the same way you had done to him.

“Jimin, you’re spilling your milk.” Jeongguk pointed out. Jimin yelped when he felt the cold liquid touch his toes. God, he was so out of it. “You’ve been a mess these days, what’s going on with you?”

“That’s hyung to you,” he glared, moving to clean up the mess that he had made. Just the milk. Not his life because that was too difficult. “Just been a lot on my plate.”

“Is it because of ____?” He asked curiously.

Jimin startled, turning to him with wide eyes. “Wait, you know?”

Jeongguk laughed, running his fingers through his hair, “Everyone knows. You guys aren’t exactly quiet.”

“Fuck,” he rubbed his face. “I hope this doesn’t get out.”

“Why is it a big deal? You’ve had sex before. We’ve all heard it.”

“Don’t be smart,” he scolded. “I just don’t need Seonmi to get wind of this.”

Jeongguk’s lips formed an ‘o’, “Seonmi? Her roommate that you hooked up with too?”

“Yes, Guk.” Jimin looked absolutely exasperated. “It’s just hard, I don’t want to deal with it.”

“Your feelings or Seonmi? Because it sounds like you’re using Seonmi as a way to avoid dealing with your lovey dovey eyes for ____.”

Jimin opened his mouth to argue but found that he had nothing to say. Jeongguk was right. But what could he do? He was a coward and he just had to learn to live with it. “Well, how do you suggest I solve this problem then?”

Jeongguk snorted, “Hyung, you’re older than me. I thought you’re smarter than this.” Jimin smacked him. “Just tell her, Jesus. It’s not that hard. I confessed to my girl, albeit not gracefully, but it was a confession nonetheless and it’s been great.” Jimin remembered that Jeongguk had been fucking around with someone before he dropped the dating bomb on everyone. But the kid was cute with his own girl, always smiling to himself especially when she wore his shirt. Jimin thought about the number of times you’ve had on his sweater and he found a similar warmth spreading in his heart. “What I’m saying is, that you should just get out there and say it. Rip off the bandaid.”

While the brat could be annoying at times, Jimin knew he had a point. He huffed, “Fine.”

“Good job,” he grinned, bunny teeth in full display. “Good luck.”

“Definitely will need that,” Jimin muttered.

After his classes, he headed straight for your place with one goal in mind. Confess, confess, confess. It shouldn’t be too hard, right? He just needed to tell you that he liked you and maybe also pray that you felt the same way so he wouldn’t feel awkward. He marched up the stairs, stringing words in his mind to form the perfect confession only to have everything fall apart the second you opened your door to his knocking. “Jimin,” your lips parted.

“Hey, can we talk?”

“Now’s not a good time.”

“I just really, really need to get this out before I forget.” He started, taking in a deep breath and proceeding before you could stop him. “I like you. Shit, I like you a lot. I like arguing with you and fighting with you. We have good banter and we’re really chill. But sex with you is even better—not just the sex because holy shit you’re amazing—but also the post-sex thing we have, you know. I like making breakfast for you, I like waking up to you in the morning, I like cuddling with you. I just—I like you. A lot.”

You winced, looking up to the heavens for some sort of blessing that would help you out of this situation. Jimin took your movement as a rejection and cursed under his breath, an apology on the tip of his tongue.

“You had sex with Jimin?” A voice screeched from inside the room. Jimin peered inside to find Seonmi with a tear-stained face looking absolutely livid.

Fuck.

You glared at him. This is why I told you that this isn’t a good fucking time.

He looked regretful then. I didn’t know, I’m sorry.

Sighing, you ushered him out the door. “I’ll deal with this.” And you shut the door on him before he could reply.

Goddammit. He really needed to work on his timing.

Meanwhile, inside, you were attempting to console a very, very upset Seonmi. While happy Seonmi was the most pleasant human being on the planet, upset Seonmi wasn’t. She was screaming, throwing her hands in the air in an act of defiance. “I can’t believe you! Here I was, sobbing my heart out about Jimin and all this time—all this time, you were screwing him!”

“Seonmi,” you grimaced. “It’s not like that. Please let me explain.”

“I’m so mad at you right now!” Even angry, she looked adorable with cheeks puffed out. “Even more that you didn’t bother telling me.”

“I didn’t know how to bring it up. I didn’t want to hurt you.” You whispered.

“But the least you could do was tell me!” She growled, dropping onto a chair and crossing her arms over her chest. “You know how much I like him!”

“I know, I know. And I’m so sorry. I never expected it to go this far with him and it just—it just happened. I didn’t know how to stop it.”

She let out another cry of annoyance before taking in a deep breath, “Do you like him too?”

“I—uh, what?” Her question had left you speechless, wondering whether it was a trick.

“Do you like him?”

“I mean, I just—”

“It’s a yes or no question.”

“Yes, yes, I do. But it’s fine and it doesn’t—”

“Then why are you still sitting here?” She pouted. “God, just go get him. The unattainable Park Jimin likes you and here you are sitting with me and trying to convince me that you don’t like him back. Please.”

“Seonmi.”

“I’m fine. I’m just—I had a teensy crush on him and maybe on the idea of getting him when no one else could.” She huffed, waving you off. “Just tell him that he owes me big time for this and you also owe me big time for this and I expect a fancy dinner when the two of you start making money and babies together.”

“Babies?” You choked.

“Go. Get. Him.” She ushered you out the door and slammed it closed.

“Wait, I didn’t get my keys!”

“Get another set! This is payback for going behind my back.”

You sighed but decided that it was an appropriate form of punishment for hiding this from her. Unfortunately for you, you also left your phone inside and after ten minutes of banging on the door only to have Seonmi ignore you, you went on your way to Jimin’s place.

Another stroke of bad luck was that Taehyung was home. He smirked the second he opened the door, “Well, to what do I owe the pleasure of your presence, lovely lady?”

“Is Jimin home?”

“Yes,” he grinned. “Come on in. He’s like pacing and wearing out the carpet in the living room.” You followed after him, finding the corridor and walls familiar already. Jimin looked stunned to see you there but quickly approached you as Taehyung gave a wave, “I’ll let you kids talk.” As a last note, he screamed, “Don’t fuck on the couch!”

Jimin paid no mind to that and instead took your hands in his, “You okay? How’d it go?”

“It went surprisingly fine,” you seemed puzzled yourself at what had happened with Seonmi. “She—uh—gave us her blessings. Sort of.”

“Blessings,” he chuckled. “Really though?”

“Yeah, she said she’d be fine as long as we treat her to a nice dinner.”

“Nice dinner. I can do a nice dinner.”

“That’s because you haven’t seen Seonmi truly eat.” You clicked your tongue. “She may be small but she packs in a lot.”

“Fuck,” he shook his head. “Why am I not surprised? The two of you are something else.” You narrowed your eyes at him. “Not like that! I mean, I clearly like you more so that’s really just—”

“Shut up and kiss me, Park.”