#jimin reader insert

"Welcome home, Sir." You greeted brightly, your hands folding in front of you in an attempt to keep from dragging him straight to the bed and curling up to him. You weren't supposed to touch without his permission, a rule he'd put in place to help his own overstimulation. Coming home after a long day could make him overly sensitive, and you were a little clingy sometimes - not that he minded of course, you were his angel - and the two could lead to unwanted tension if you weren't careful.

He motioned to you, holding out a hand to you and laughing when you practically pounced on him, arms looping around his waist and face burying against his shoulder.

"Missed you. Been gone so long," You huffed, your hands fisting into his shirt and keeping him close. He reached up, stroking your hair and letting you relax against him.

"I'm sorry Angel, but at least it was a short day. I would have been home sooner, but I had to pick something up on the way back." He said. You pulled away, your head tilting to the side as you blinked at him with curious eyes. He bit back the urge to kiss all over your face. You were too adorable, he didn't know how he survived seeing it every day.

"What did you pick up? Can I see?" You asked, shifting your weight back and forth as you not so subtly tried to find what he'd brought with him. It must have been fairly small, you deduced, since he was just carrying the same bag he'd had when he left.

"You can, but not yet. Let's go to the bedroom first." He said, sweeping past you and letting you obediently trail after him.

In the bedroom, he closed the door behind you, sitting himself on the edge of the bed and giving you another simple gesture. You didn't hesitate, sinking to your knees in front of him on the floor and looking up at him quietly, pressing your palms flat to your thighs. You tried to ignore the way your mind sped up with anticipation.

Had he brought home a toy? Something new to play with? Or maybe a new outfit for you to try? Or maybe he just wanted you to submit for a little while, release the pent up stress of his day. He patted his thigh, and you crawled forward until you could rest your chin on his knee. He smiled, stroking across your cheek and leaving a small tap against your nose.

"You're so good for me, did you know that?" He asked, a small, satisfied smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He could see your reaction in an instant, your eyes half squinting shut and your chin jutting out proudly at his praise. "Always listen so well, and never ask for more than you need. Always so appreciative just to be with me. I appreciate you too, Angel. More than you'll ever know."

A warmth bloomed through your chest as you leaned your head closer to his touch. You really did adore being with Jimin, it was your favorite way to decompress. You would relax, give all of your thoughts, your stress and your worries over to him, and effortlessly he would weave them into something better, something nicer. A garland of love and pleasure and peace that draped around your neck.

"Do you remember the conversation we had before about wanting to mark you as mine? To tie us together like this?" He asked, his fingers sliding down to tip your chin up, guiding your fogged up gaze to his. You nodded a little, blinking up at him. "Are you still comfortable with the collar idea?"

His thumb slipped lower, running down the side of your neck carefully, and you nodded again, your hands fidgeting in your lap. You'd talked about collars plenty of times, and Jimin had been collecting ideas for you, getting a feel for what you liked. You'd both decided on just getting a play collar for the time being, one you could wear when it was just the two of you. A symbol to coax you deeper into the sweet relief of your headspace without having to take that step out into the everyday world just yet.

"Good. Just wanted to check, sweet thing. Gotta make sure my baby is feeling good." He said, and you made a delighted little noise. He reached for the dance bag that sat on the floor beside him, unzipping it and sliding out a long black box. You perked up again, sitting up straighter and craning your neck to try and see the gold script on the top of the box, but Jimin fixed you with a stern look, and you quickly resettled yourself, trying to keep your anticipation at bay.

He opened the box slowly, carefully setting the lid aside and pulling out the contents. Inside was a pretty strip of leather, deep red with a buckle on the back and a heavy, gold heart dangling from the front of it.

"Do you want to see it?" He asked, and you squirmed, nodding quickly. He chuckled, telling you to hold your hands out. You didn't hesitate to do so, a new wave of excitement washing over you as he placed the collar in your palms. You smoothed your fingers along it. Smooth, and cool to the touch. Sturdy. You pouted at it for a moment before turning back to your Dom with pleading in your eyes.

"Put it on, Sir?" You asked, holding it back out to him. He chuckled, taking it from you and standing up to step around you. He leaned down, carefully situating the collar around your neck and doing up the buckle. His fingers poked and tugged under the edges, testing how tight it was, turning your head this way and that to make sure it wasn't restricting anything.

"How's it feel?" He asked, looking down at you as he settled in front of you again. "Too tight?"

You shook your head, fingers coming to trace along the vivid reminder of your commitment to Jimin, of his to you. You were his to cherish and care for, his to keep for as long as you'd have him. And as far as you were concerned, that meant forever.

"It's perfect. I love it."

Jimin motioned for you to stand, guiding you hand in hand towards the mirror where he wrapped his arms around your waist, the both of you gazing at his claim wrapped delicately around your throat.

Some people wanted wedding bands, or matching tattoos that meant forever. But this, you thought, this pretty little piece of leather was all you wanted. This was a promise that meant more than any words ever could.

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You have no sense of time, sitting there for who knows how long amongst the rubble. Your whole body is numb to the point where you don't even know if you're breathing – even the cold draft coming through the broken window felt as if it is simply passing through you. Echoing in the very depths of your mind like a broken, twisted record was a singular thought; he was gone.

Just like that.

The weight in your chest presses down violently then, and you struggle to fend off the all consuming feeling of dread and panic, like you're slowly being buried alive. You scream at yourself to breathe, not knowing that you're actually close to hyperventilating. Just as you think you might black out from the overwhelming pressure –

“Well that was one hell of a shit show huh?”

You jump, startled out of your wits by the sudden raspy voice that cuts through the stifling atmosphere the place has taken. Your head turns towards the general direction of where you thought it came from – senses lagging behind from very nearly self-destructing, It's safe to say you're so shocked at what you see that you almost couldn't believe it.

“....J-Jungkook?” You call his name hesitantly. The sweep of matted raven hair flies up with a strong puff of air exhaled from a split lip, giving you a glimpse of a familiar pair of wide doe eyes.

“Still kickin'” He tries to say cheekily but ends up visibly wincing from pain, head poking out from behind the remains of the island counter; the only thing you see from your position. It prompts you to move, although you do so almost robotically; hands and legs stiff and unsteady. After tripping over various forms of rubble trying to figure out a way to get to the other demon, you eventually make it to his side.

You have to hold yourself back from cringing when you get a good look at Jungkook. To say that he's seen better days would be a gross understatement; he looks like he's about to breathe his last breath at any moment.

“Y-You know, I don't know if 'kickin'' would be the right choice in words......” You mumble, tentatively kneeling down beside his battered body. “Although I am glad you're alive....”

Jungkook lets out a noise halfway between a chuckle and a grunt before it, once again, fizzles out into a groan. “Don't kill me poppet; literally though because laughing actually hurts.”

It's true, this isn't probably a laughing matter but you can't help the little quirk that tugs at the corner of your mouth – guess humour is a universal way to cope with the extremes of situations, and who are you to downplay it even when it's coming from a demon. Still, you worry for him and in the chaos that had just ensued, you really need someone to keep you grounded right now.

“Well, you're not dying on my watch, I can promise you that.” You reply. “Though.....I'm...I'm not much of a demon medical expert. You'll have to help me out here...What hurts the most?”

“Honestly? Everything.”

Oh boy....

The next several minutes was you trying to help Jungkook be a little more comfortable without moving him too much, which resulted in you digging up salvageable couch cushions and pillows. You think it's not much considering the extent of his injuries but Jungkook assures you that demons heal quickly so long as they're not disturbed while resting. Once you got him on his little makeshift bed and not having anything else to keep you busy, the both of you sit in tense silence, you mainly lost in the muddled pool of your own thoughts.

You don't notice the way Jungkook eyes you almost cautiously, trying to decipher your emotions like one would disarm a bomb. As much as it worries him, he'd rather not accidentally trigger a massive breakdown from you if he can so help it. But your blank expression doesn't give much away, and Jungkook is admittedly too damn nosy to not let this entire thing go because hey, it's not every day a mortal falls for a demon who's been assigned as their temporary guardian and then goes on to invoke the wrath of an archangel in defiance of saving said guardian demon.

Mustering every ounce of sensitivity he can manage, Jungkook awkwardly stutters out, “....S-So....what now?”

It takes you a good minute to process what it is that he's asking, the gears in your mind creaking in their struggle to work and even then, you pathetically come up with no solid answer, croaking, “I-I.....I don't know....I.....Like – what am I supposed to do....? I don't even know...what's going to happen to him....”

“Well....” Jungkook begins, still sounding unsure. “Your guardian demon was most likely taken to be held in Heaven's custody; jail if you will....” He pauses and when he sees you not reacting badly, he continues. “During that time.....the Heavenly Court will deliberate, and then once they come to an anonymous agreement......” A deep breath, “They will either....condemn him eternally.....or...”

“....Or what?”

“....Or he will face divine execution.”

Execution.

The word itself seems to have pierced right through you, a blow to the very core of your being.

Execution – if Heaven so deems it, Jimin would die.

You feel yourself beginning to shake, stomach bubbling nauseously and as much as you try to keep a level head, the words that spill out of you are charged with your heightening emotions, spiralling.

“B-But why? He did nothing wrong!? I was the one who acted on my own, so how can they put all the weight of the blame on him?!”

“By my guess, Heaven is probably not even concerned about you and Jimin in that sense, much so that they are just using it as a front.”

That makes you pause. “...W-What do you mean?”

Jungkook gives you a pointed look, as if the answer is so obvious that it makes you scowl. He exhales loudly before saying, “Heaven isn't mad at your relationship with Jimin per say; it's more about the violations that has taken place.”

Your mouth opens and closes, trying to work out words to make sense of Jungkook's speculations, like differentiating pieces to a puzzle. But no matter how you look at it, the conclusion you come to appears more and more outrageous.

“So, you're implying that Heaven would rather care about how this looks on them than having a fair trial...?!”

“I hate to break it to you poppet, but he's already not winning any favours by just being a demon alone; in the eyes of any angel, we're scum, the lowest of the low.” Jungkook almost spits out spitefully, dark eyes hardening at the reality he speaks of. “And in this case, the odds are more stacked against your little guardian, even if he wasn't a demon. Or did you already forget that you're not the only one who he had a binding contract with anymore?”

You're midway to opening your mouth for a defensive rebuttal, accusatory finger pointing and all, but Jungkook's question made you stutter out, almost sheepishly, “W-Well....! Am I...Was I not...?”

You could swear he had contemplated on facepalming or not. But you were genuine in your confusion; were you not supposed to be the only one he had a contract with, as your guardian sworn to protect you during his time of service? Who else could he have had a contract with? Was that possible to begin with?

The young demon in front of you provides the answer at your fumbling silence, “Let me ask you – has Jimin not told you about what his plan was? Why he looked the way he did up until this point?”

“...It was to transition himself into an angel right? Then yes, he's told me about it and that was what's causing him to feel weak.” You pause mid-thought, scrunching your face. “But I mean, he was getting better? So that should mean the process is no longer affecting him now.”

Something passes through Jungkook's face, one that makes his eyebrows furrow, pursing his lips and dark eyes drifting out of focus. “Getting better you say.....”

Unconsciously you find yourself mirroring his expression too, not liking the dragging, almost suspicious tone of his voice. “....Yes...?”

“....And I don't suppose you have anything to do with that, do you?”

You blink multiple times, mind doing acrobats in trying to figure out a way to avoid telling a demon that you know about the ways they can absorb energy, which in turn would indirectly mean telling a demon you may have done – not the devil's tango per say – but the demon version of it.

Of course your silence rings louder than any words you could possibly say, because your slight hesitation and shaking eyes instantaneously has Jungkook's jaw dropping, his own eyes widening in a comedic mixture of abject horror and being scandalized.

“You did it didn't you?”

Face heating up, you guffawed,“I-I- What?! I don't – !!”

“You harlot!”

“I'm not! And why are you so shocked?! That stupid angel was screaming for the whole world to know!”

“Yeah but he's an angel; he would've classified 'laying with the spawn of Satan' if you had held hands with Jimin.” Jungkook rolls his eyes. Soon after though, he runs a hand through his mussed raven hair, eyes shut and a grimace taking over his expression as he mutters something under his breath that you couldn't quite catch. A beat passes before he eventually asks, “Are you well-versed in the....” He gestures vaguely, “...Principles of Christianity by chance?”

“Like....the bible?”

“Yeah, all those fun bedtimes stories, beliefs, mythos, yada yada.”

“Kinda...?” You shrug. “I'm not...terribly religious. I probably just know the bare minimum, like 'He died on the cross for our sins' sort of basic.”

“Then I'm sure you're at least familiar with the infamous 'Seven Deadly Sins.'”

“...Yes? If you mean like, pride, lust, greed and all that.”

“The very ones.” Jungkook nods, musing. “The seven vices that seems so innate in human nature, no matter how much they try to run from it.” He turns to you then, raising a brow curiously as he asks, “Did you know that there are counter parts to the sins?”

Now that you didn't know. This new piece of information has you intrigued, genuine curiousity but also has your thoughts swirling with questions on how this all connects back to the matter at hand, and wanting to get to the point, you voice it aloud, “What does that have to do with Jimin or the second contract?”

“I'm getting there....” Jungkook grits out through a sardonic smile. “As with all things that are evil, they are not without those which are good. So with seven sins that damn you, there exists seven virtues that redeem you.” He pauses, taking the time to exhale slowly as a more solemn expression takes over. “The process of 'the ascension of the soul' – that is to become an angel, by Heaven's decree, is to prove your unwavering piety by demonstrating that you possess and are capable of these virtues.”

You nod your head in understanding, silently signalling for Jungkook that you are following so far. Seeing that, he continues. “To undergo this change, you must visit the place His Holiness has named His gatekeeper, kneel before his throne and swear an oath, who will in turn, bear witness to these trials.”

Swear an oath.....

It's a split second delay, but the realization dawns on you and the magnitude of your actions crushes you full force, like the weight of the entire universe.

He swore an oath to a Heavenly body, a literal Saint, that he would prove to them that he had what it took to be an angel, and you made him break it.

The memories of that stormy night rushes back, the way you had found Jimin unconscious, wounded and bleeding on your floor......It makes you think you should've known back then, should've seen those signs or at least persisted before it was too late.

How foolish and ignorant of you to think that it was simply a matter of completing a checklist, and all of it could be undone by saying no, and the offering of one single soul would be enough as compensation.

You slump, defeated and that's all Jungkook needs to know that you understand. He doesn't elaborate anymore either, slipping back into his own turbulent thoughts; the gnawing guilt that had buried its way into his conscious at war with the a scorned bitterness. In the end however, nothing will change the fact that this was Jimin's choice, and that this was something he had anticipated and accepted; like he's had it all planned out from the beginning. The idea unintentionally tugs at the corner of Jungkook's lips.

“You know....” He finds himself speaking, “As fucked up as this all is, it could've been worse.”

You don't respond. After being dropped with such a bombshell, you don't have the mental strength to formulate words anymore, let alone comprehend what he could possibly mean by 'could've been worse' because to be quite fucking honest, this already is pretty fucking bad.

Of course, your silent crisis does nothing to deter Jungkook, as he continues on his one-sided conversation. “Jimin was right when he prevented you from giving up your soul to Hell. Though I have to admit, it was the ballsiest move for you to date – but also the dumbest one yet.” His tone shifts, the rough scoff at the end of his sentence softening into something sombre. “A soul damned to Hell for eternity......It's not something anyone wants to be put through, not even us demons. In the deepest circle where all forsaken souls go, you'll slowly be driven to madness; losing all sense of self and identity, until you become too consumed by the blood-lust and turn into just a mindless monster who's always hungry for souls.”

Flashbacks of the shadowy creature that followed you instantly comes to mind, the result of an attempted summoning gone awry. It was only for a short bit thankfully, but the feeling of being hunted down by some faceless, formless entity was frightening enough for you to never forget it. You wonder if that was what Jungkook means; to be driven mad to the point of becoming.....nothing.

“Makes sense why Jimin took on this temp job if you think about it....” Jungkook adds in almost thoughtfully, his focus now on picking at his nails. He lets out a short chuff, grunting. “Looks like he got more what he bargained for instead.”

Suddenly you think that his ramblings were more to fill in the void that would've drowned you both. You'll admit it does help a little in keeping you from sinking into your own despair, but it still doesn't change the fact that you're already one foot in. Unable to bare the creeping silence like Jungkook, you also find yourself speaking, following his lead out of desperation.

“.....So....” Your voice comes out in a strained hush, and though you swallow, the lump remains at the back of your throat, the dread slowly creeping in, relentless. “...There's really nothing I can do.....?”

Jungkook pauses in his fidgeting before he lets out a deep sigh, obsidian eyes meeting your pleading ones. The look makes him truly pity you because he knows that the only answer he has won't be the one you want to hear.

“Wait.”

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Ba-bump.

Ba-bump.

The sounds of a muffled heartbeat.

Inhale.

Exhale.

The steady rise and fall of his chest.

These were the only indications of there being any signs of life within the isolated tower, the cold white marble of the walls seem to sap all matters of warmth from entering. Even the few streams of light that streak through the stain glass do no more than cast eerie shadows and shroud the room in a haunting glow.

Ba-bump.

Ba-bump.

The sound keeps him grounded, a constant to focus on when here, time only seems to be a concept and not a reality. And he does not know how long he's been suspended like this.

Click clack.

Click clack.

A break in the routine. His ears perk at the sudden change, zeroing in on the rhythmic pattern until he discerns them as footsteps. A strange occurrence, even stranger when they grow louder coming towards the direction of his holding. A jingle of keys and the shuttering of the gates opening lets him know that he has a visitor.

“My....What a terrifying sight you make.”

The voice makes him grimace, and though it's not how it normally sounds, he can recognize the speaker anywhere; an unfortunate byproduct from having worked with them for millennia now.  

Slowly, his eyes slip open, vision blurry until they adjust but he doesn't get a chance to lift his head before a face obnoxiously comes into view.

“He lives....” The visitor gasps dramatically, followed by a series of dark chuckles that grate on his nerves.

“Well, he won't be for long.” Jimin gets out hoarsely,”If you keep talking as loud as you are, this headache might do me in.”

The snarky remark earns him a loud bark of laughter that reverberates off the walls. The man straightens himself up, completely disregarding the tragic state that Jimin is in, a wide toothy grin spreading his lips.

Jimin popped his head up instantly, looking at you with a grateful expression, "Can we? Please?"

You smiled and nodded, rising up at once and pulling your hair up into a careless bun. You ran the water, letting it warm up before plugging the tub. When the two of you had been apartment shopping, the only requirement that Jimin had was a large bathtub- something you didn't really understand in the moment since you had never really been a bubble bath type of person, but you got it now. There was something cathartic about the entire process, tossing in epsom salts into the water, pouring moisturizing oil afterwards. You pumped the bath soap Jimin had gotten you for your birthday under the tap, smiling softly when the smell of warm honey and vanilla filled the air.

"Ready?" Jimin asked from behind you, placing two towels at the edge of the foot before kissing the top of your head.

You nodded, turning around to watch him strip his shirt off. He slid it up and over his shoulders in one motion, rolling his shoulders before pushing his sweatpants past his hips, stepping out of them gently. He really was beautiful, standing there with his eyes closed and his head tipped to one side. He was massaging small circles into his side and you wanted to do that yourself, to touch him, working out the rough knots on your own. There wasn't anything shy about Jimin, confidence and self-assured sexiness oozing out of him even now, when he probably didn't realize the effect he was having on you. But that was Jimin, beautiful all of the time, inside and out. He cracked and eye open and peered at you, a small smile on his face, "C'mere."

You smiled and went to him, letting him take your hand in his wordlessly, pulling you until you were standing directly in front of him. Jimin smiling in a small way down at you, leaning in to kiss your cheek delicately. The way he touched you made you keen, with a softness and gentle caress you hadn't known before. He tucked your hair behind your ears and kissed the side of your neck, still light and innocent. He pulled your shirt collar lightly with one finger hooked around the fabric, "Take this off, sweetheart."

You nodded shakily, still a little nervous around Jimin's general air of perfection even though you had been together for what felt like forever. You wondered if one day you'd be immune to his aura and hoped not. You never wanted to get used to the way he made you feel. Jimin pulled your shirt off of your body himself and maintained eye contact with you as he undid the fly of your pants, smoothing his fingers down the smooth curve of your thighs before pulling your pants off swiftly, taking your panties with them. There was a calm focus to his eyes that reminded you of when you first met, that confidence drawing you in.

"You're really fucking beautiful," You mumbled, staring at the way his lips tugged into a smirk.

Jimin said nothing, choosing to kiss you instead, on your cheek, the temples of your forehead, the tip of your nose, the sharp angle of your jaw, and then finally your lips. You felt supercharged, electricity running through your fingertips as you pulled him closer, shivering when Jimin parted his lips against yours and slid his tongue beside yours slowly. You gasped, feeling Jimin grip onto your thighs, kneading the flesh there.

"You promised me a bath," He reminded, nudging you towards the tub.

You stepped in first, gesturing for him to sit in front of you. Jimin quirked his eyebrow in confusion but sighed in contentment when you adjusted the two of you so that your legs were on either side of him, his back pressed against your chest. You nudged him to sit up and got to work, grabbing the body oil you had conveniently placed at the edge of the tub. You smoothed your palms down Jimin's bare back, pushing on the muscles until they felt less tense. You mumbled in Jimin's ear, encouraging him to just relax, to just let you take care of him for a moment. Jimin hummed and complied, leaning into your touch.

"You hands are like magic," He sighed, eyes closed.

You smiled and kissed between his shoulder blades, tracing your fingers up and down Jimin's back along his spine. You moved up to his shoulders, massaging slow circles in with the heels of your palms without worrying too much about the pressure you were putting. He could take it, you've seen him undergo worse. You grinned smugly when you felt him shiver beneath you, melting into your touch.

"You're all I thought about during practice," He whispered. "I missed you extra today, I guess. I'm sorry I was late getting home- I'm sorry I'm always working."

You shrugged even though he couldn't see you, "I understand. Work is important."

He stiffened and you watched the muscles under his skin ripple as he moved, shoulders pulling back and flexing together. His biceps turning slightly, the cut of muscle creating shadows in the dim lit bathroom. He was strong, solid mass under your hands.

"You're important too." He argued, sending you a look behind his shoulders.

You laughed softly and nodded, pushing his head back so he faced forward. Your hands gripped the sides of his torso and dug your thumbs into the flesh there, dragging downwards until you felt Jimin gasp and arch his back faintly under your touch, "R-right there. That feels so fucking good. And you should listen to me- you're important. Demand more of me, get mad at me more."

"Masochist," You joked. You felt Jimin place his hands on your knees at either side of his body and pull you closer to him so your inner thighs were more tightly pressed against his hips. You rubbed along the hard muscle webbed on his back, head swimming with how sexy Jimin was, the body of a greek god and all he wanted to talk about was how much he loved you. You pushed his skin more roughly, losing control of the tension you were holding in your hands now, the skin under your touch turning white before the blood rushed back to the surface. "Too hard?"

"Nope," he quipped. "Masochist- remember? Y-you're really fucking good at this."

You laughed softly and noted his shaky breath. You could tell this was doing more to him than just relaxing your boyfriend, his hands that were still wound tightly around your legs twitching slightly. You gripped his lower back and pushed down, leaning your entire body into it. You rested your forehead on the back of his shoulder blade and noticed Jimin trying to reach back and grab your hand.

"I-I wanna fuck," He mumbled, gripping your hand in his. You agreed but you wanted this part to last a little longer. You liked having the moment to put your hands on him, to appreciate him like this. Having him positioned as putty in your hands was fun, the soft moans he was letting out only fueling you further. You tried to slip your hand out of his but he held on tighter, pulling on it incessantly. He craned his neck back again and glared at you, "I'm relaxed enough."

"You still feel tense-"

"Babe, my entire body is tingling and I'm hard," He argued, taking your hand and wrapping it around his cock. You breathed in sharply and let him use your hand to jerk himself off under the soapy water, moaning when you squeezed around him. "I want you- please, fuck me."

"Okay," You mumbled letting him take control for a moment, guiding your hand up and down the length of his cock. You pressed your lips to the back of his neck, the soft skin there flushed pink. You watched him twist his torso, grabbing you firmly and tugging you around so that you were straddling him, positioning your arms around his neck. You rocked against his lap and he slurred out your name, watching in awe as you grinded down against his dark cock, gliding your pussy against his member.

You felt his wet, soapy hands roam your body, rubbing down your back, cupping your breasts, gripping around your arms tightly. You were so beyond ready to take him, not wanting to waste anymore time, so when Jimin's fingers dragged between your pussy folds, you stopped him sharply.

"I gotta open you up first, princess." He reminded, staring down at where your bodies met, still enamored with the way your hips gyrated against him.

You shook your head stubbornly, pushing his face up to yours, "I want you like this- want it to hurt."

"Two masochists in love," Jimin joked, watching you line up his cock at your center and push down. It burned, feeling his cock push at your inner walls, opening you up forcefully, but it felt good. You liked the intensity, liked feeling so full. You pushed your lips against his in an open-mouthed, sloppy kiss. You pushed your tongue out, prying his lips open and licked behind his teeth. Jimin groaned against your mouth, "I'm so fucking obsessed with you."

You smiled against his lips and mouthed at Jimin's jaw, tongue gliding along the sharp angle. Jimin watches you in awe and there's something about the way you control him that he loved. You thought Jimin was the confident one in the relationship but if you could only see yourself now, he thought. The sureness in your movements, the confidence in every sway of your hips, the way you pinned him down against the tub with a hand at the base of his neck. There was a blush on your cheeks and your skin was reflective and glistening from the bath, suds clinging to your body and sliding down the contours of your curves in the most enticing way.

You grinded your hips down and let out a pleased breath, taking what you wanted from him. Jimin readjusts to better angle his cock up into you, watching your free hand grip the side of the tub for leverage and quicken your pace.

"Sh-shit," You mumbled, leaning down to kiss Jimin again. "Love your cock- love the way you feel inside me. So big, I feel so fucking full."

"Filthy," Jimin moaned, cock switching inside of you as you purr back, pelvis moving slow against him. "You like my thick cock splitting you open?"

"Love it," You moaned back, "I'll never get used to this."

"Good," Jimin said, pleased by the effect he had on you.

The slide of his cock in you was wet and easy, smooth.

You felt dizzy, whether it was from the heat of the bath or Jimin himself, you had no clue. You look down at Jimin with a heady glance, recognizing the feral spark in his eye before he shifts slightly, giving him more power to snap his hips into you. You hips buck against his and you smiled down at him sweetly, "Who knew massages turn you on so much?"

"They don't-" Jimin quipped, "It's you. You make me so fucking horny all of the goddamn time. You and your fucking hands and your body and your fucking tight ass pussy."

His hands wrapped around your thighs and squeezed, moving your body against his like you were a puppet, trading control with you effortlessly. You moaned and he pulled you down towards him, "It's nice, right? Knowing how fucking gone I am for you? Do you feel powerful knowing you could completely ruin me if you wanted to?"

"Kind of," You breathed out, smiling against his skin, "Mostly, I feel protective."

"Of me?" He asked, wide eyes looking at you.

"Y-yeah," You nodded, feeling his hand push against your clit and rub there slowly. You knew he was close, you could feel it in his stuttering thrusts and the way his cock spasmed everytime you clenched around him. You buried a fist in his hair and pulled hard. His hips lost their rhythm for a moment and he came inside of you without warning, biting down on the skin of your shoulder sharply. You whined and followed quickly, the warm feeling of his hot cum filling you being enough to tip you over the edge. You shuddered at the feeling and you loved this- the feeling of him finishing inside of you, his cock jerking and throbbing. You rode out both of your highs, withering gently as you fucked back onto his cock.

As much as you wanted to lie there in the moment, you realized that you were still sitting in a bathtub and you pushed yourself upright. Jimin was soft and pliant, whimpering lightly in overstimulation until you stopped, his softening cock slipping out of you, "Let's get out. This is kind of gross." You noted quickly, ignoring his small noises of protests as you pulled him up and into the shower for a quick rinse off.

He floated back down to earth after a beat, rinsing off your body first and then his own, wrapping you both in fluffy towels. You ran your fingers through his wet hair, smiling at his sleepy smile. He kissed you softly, pulling you by the hand towards the bed.

"I'm gonna fall asleep really fast," Jimin mumbled rubbing his eyes sleepily.

"Good, you deserve it." You smiled, pushing your towel off and hanging it up, laying beside him. You felt tired yourself, letting Jimin pull you into his side with a lazy arm slung around you.

"Thank you," He slurred, already half asleep. "Love you."

In fact, the more time you spent with Jimin, the less you wanted him to leave for work, wishing you could spend every waking moment with the kind and compassionate soul you’d fallen in love with over the past several months instead.

“Do you have a busy day today?” You mumbled, voice still laced with sleep as you posed the question.

“Hm,” Jimin hummed in thought, obviously still foggy from his state of consciousness, “kind of. Practice, few interviews.”

Peeping an eye open to glance at the alarm clock, you sighed at the time displayed in red blocky numbers.

5:17 AM

Turning your head, Jimin lifted his face from your own to allow you room to move, shooting you a sleepy smile you could barely see in the darkness of your room.

“Good morning, pretty.” He crooned, making you snort back a laugh as you raised your eyebrows at his charm.

“You can’t even see me, Chim. I look like a goblin right now.”

Throwing his head back, he let out a laugh, a sound far too loud for 5am yet making you smile wide nonetheless. It was your favorite sound.

“You’re always pretty, Dove. Goblin hour and all.”

The fondness gleaming in his eye as he spoke had your cheeks heating in an instant, brushing it off with a determined hand on his shoulder to flip him onto his back. 

The man giggled as he tumbled back into the mattress, wrapping his fingers around your wrist with a soft squeeze. Swinging a leg around his hip, you followed his encouraging movement, grinning when he instinctively steadied your hips as you lowered your chest to lay on him. 

“You’re prettiest.” Cupping his face in your palms, you planted kisses over his cheeks, chin, forehead, and all down his nose, savoring the feeling of his soft skin beneath your lips and the happy giggles erupting from the man’s chest at both your praise and your touch.

Reaching up to guide the back of your head, Jimin slotted his lips to yours in a sweet embrace, mouths melding together in a messy clash of teeth and tongue as you both exchanged laughter. 

Pulling away, you brought a hand up to Jimin’s head, smoothing his dark hair down flush to his head, giggling at the dorky hairstyle you successfully gave him.

Jimin grinned at the sound of your amusement, brushing the tip of his nose against yours affectionately. Casting his eyes over to the rapidly changing clock, he let out a sigh before turning his head back to focus instead on you.

“Can’t we just stay like this forever?” He murmured, lips pursing against your own with a soft pucker, curving upward as you dipped down for another kiss.

You’re beaming with excitement.

The first time you saw her through the glass window, you thought she was just a visitor. You were so happy when she wanted to play with you and only you. And you were even more ecstatic when she came a second time days later. You spent time together for hours on end, just like many of the other humans that came around to keep you and the other hybrids company.

But unlike them, she adopted you.

You still can’t believe you now have a home, something to call yours, and an owner that you love so much.

Soyeon stops in the hall and her hand lifts to pet you, gesture affectionate and eyes loving. You lean into her touch, and she smiles before withdrawing away much to your disappointment. 

“This is it, Y/N.”

Her arms motion theatrically to the door, and then she pulls out her keys with a grin. “This is my home and it’s going to be your home from now on too.”

Your tail is practically wagging and you look at the gray door, loving what’s inside already without needing to see it. You don’t remember much of the street name or the apartment building, but you know that it’s the seventh floor, that it seems super nice from the outside, and they’ll probably be big windows looking out at the city. Not to mention from the drive here, there’s also a park close by! 

You can’t wait.

The door opens.

Soyeon brings in your small bag along with the other stuff she bought for you at the store, and then she turns around to beckon you to come in, smiling softly. “There’s someone I’d like you to meet, Y/N.”

This is a dream. It’s all you’ve ever wanted and wished for. An owner. A home. A place to call your own. But you should’ve known, nothing is what it seems.

The moment you step inside, you’re hit with a thick scent. It slams into you, choking your lungs and overwhelming your senses. Warm and earthy, like vanilla and the trees at the park after a rainy day in Spring. You don’t know why you didn’t notice before. It always lingered on Soyeon, a scent underneath her laundry fabric softener and sweet perfume. Maybe you had unconsciously ignored it because you wanted so desperately to be hers.

But of course, someone as perfect as Soyeon would have another dog.

Before you can dart out the door, she calls for him. “Jimin!”

He comes barreling out of the hall with a big smile and his tail wagging.

Only, he stops short a meter away with his eyes pin-pointed on you. His grin instantly falls, ears drooping. His brows furrow as if to ask ‘what the hell is this’. 

Soyeon smiles. “Y/N, this is Jimin.”

Jimin is a dog hybrid just like you. You can tell by the triangle ears on the top of his head that’s a slightly darker shade than the blonde hair that falls over his forehead. His face is round, cheeks full and his lips are pouty. But his brown eyes are mean. They’re half-lidded and glaring at you.

“Jimin, this is our new puppy, Y/N.”

“Leave!” he suddenly barks at you, growling at the back of his throat. You yelp, ears pressed flat on your head and you jump to cower behind Soyeon who’s bigger and taller than you are.

“Jimin,” Soyeon scolds in a low tone.

But he isn’t dissuaded and steps closer to you with one large stride.

Your back hits the door, fear making your eyes grow round. He’s much larger than you are and his scent is thicker too. Jimin’s nose twitches, but before he can get to you, Soyeon blocks his way.

More sternly than before she commands, “Jimin, stop.”

Soyeon takes your hand, turns around and shushes you. “It’s okay, it’s okay, don’t worry,” she coos and then shifts to the other hybrid. “Stay right there, Jimin.”

He glares as Soyeon leads you away, down the hall into a room. But he doesn’t move.

“This is my room and the place that’ll be yours too.” She shuts the door and realizes your distressed expression. “Everything will be okay,” Soyeon tries to reassure and comes to brush a hand through your hair. Then she looks over to the small bag she had dragged with her and lights up. “Oh, here’s your kitty cat.”

It’s a tattered stuffed toy you’ve had since you were born in the shelter, but the moment she passes it to you, you hug it and find comfort. Your heart begins to slow back to its normal pace and Soyeon smiles, seeing that you’ve eased.

“Get yourself settled, okay? I’ll be a second. I just have to talk to Jimin.”

“Okay.”

Her room is large with plenty of space. There’s a massive bed bigger than you’ve ever seen and a TV opposite of it. By the other wall, there’s a bookshelf, vanity, and desk with a computer. There’s a walk-in closet, dresser and another door to a bathroom too. It’s everything anyone could ever need in one room.

You marvel at your surroundings before staring out the enormous glass window.

But your ears perk. Outside the room, there’s muffled voices.

You shuffle your feet over the door and you pick up what’s being said.

“—your friend and heat partner.”

“I don’t need a friend or a heat partner!”

“Jimin. This….this isn’t the way to act.” 

There’s a long sigh and you hear steps coming down the hall. You step back and Soyeon opens the door before shutting it. She looks at you with your eyes on the ground, tail drooping and your ears pressed to your head again.

“It’s okay,” she suddenly says in a higher-pitched voice. You head lifts to her and she smiles, petting you softly behind the ear. “Jimin’s really sweet and kind, I promise. You just have to get used to each other.”

You nod. 

Soyeon asks, “Do you want snacks?”

Your eyes widen and your head bobs more enthusiastically. 

...

Soyeon does a good job of distracting you. She pets you, plays with you, shows you her room and the connected bathroom. The TV has you especially captured for a while, but you’re broken out of your trance when you hear knocking on the door. Followed by scratching. 

And then there’s Jimin’s whine.

Soyeon looks at you and says. “I’ll be right back.”

She slips away and you’re left by yourself again.

Deep down, you know you shouldn’t get too comfortable. This isn’t your home.

…

“Yes. I tried to introduce them, but it isn’t going as well as I thought it would.”

Soyeon’s voice is quiet, barely above a murmur. Yet it’s enough to stir you from your sleep and your eyes flutter a few times before you see her outline standing in the corner. She’s facing the wall with her phone pressed to her ear. You don’t know what time it is but it’s still dark outside.

“My other dog, he’s a guard dog, but he’s more possessive than I thought—….okay…..okay. Oh, alright. Yeah.”

She stops talking and you shut your eyes again, pretending you didn’t hear.

When Soyeon turns around, she doesn’t see the tears pricking at the corner of your eyes.

The sheets, the pillow, the blanket, it all smells like Jimin. Even if you’re stowed away in this room for the rest of your life and kept separate, the walls have already been plunged with his scent.

...

You don’t realize you’ve drifted back to sleep until you wake up with the sunshine on your face.

And your heart feels full when you see Soyeon right there with you. You’ve never been taken care of so closely by someone before, never been solely doted on, never had someone call you in such a soft voice and look at you that lovingly. And she chose you. But you don’t let yourself become too happy. Not when there was someone else on the other end of the apartment.

Still, you very much like it when Soyeon smiles and sweetly chimes, “Rise and shine.”

You rub your eyes, voice still sleepy, “Morning.” 

As you sit up from your spot on the bed, your nose twitches. Your pupils instantly dart to a wool sweater draped at the back of the desk chair. It smells strong. Stronger than the rest of the room. 

Soyeon follows your line of sight. “Oh. I thought you looked cold in that dress. I ordered you new clothes, but they’ll arrive later tonight. Do you want to wear that for the time being?”

“M-Maybe later.”

She nods. “Are you hungry?”

You nod enthusiastically and the corner of her lips quirk. 

As she leaves to get you food, you stare at the sweater. It looks softer than the blankets and much warmer too. Before you can think twice, you approach slowly, feet cold on the floorboards.

You hesitantly sink your hand into the plush fabric of the sweater. 

It doesn’t bite you. No one yells.

You pick it up and bring it to your nose, inhaling deeply. It actually smells….good. Comforting.

Soyeon grins when she returns with a tray of food, noticing the sweater slipped on top of your dress.

Halfway through your meal, she looks at your stuffed cat and boops its black nose. “Hey, Y/N. Would you mind if Jimin took a look at this? I think he’d really like it.”

You shift uncomfortably. “I don’t know.”

“I have other toys for you, like the sheep.” She plops down the white stuffie next to you that looks like a huge cotton ball. You picked it out yourself, but still… “I’ll only borrow this one for a few hours.”

It takes a second, then you’re nodding. “Okay then.”

Soyeon’s hand lifts to gently ruffle your hair. “Thank you.”

…

After breakfast, you watch TV as Soyeon cleans up and probably attends to Jimin on the other side of the wall. But no later is she returning to play with you. The two of you end up reading a story as you cuddle up to her. She shows you how to play a game on her laptop too. But then all of it is interrupted when the phone rings.

Your ears perk and you flinch from the loud sound.

Soyeon picks it up and stands in the corner of the room. “Hello?” There’s silence and then she’s sighing. “What do you mean, Taehyung? I put the file on your desk before I left.” A long pause has you worried. “It should be somewhere in our email correspondence. Figure it out.”

“No. I can’t come in! I’m on personal leave for the next two weeks, remember?” Her voice moves up a pitch and you wince. Soyeon’s clearly upset and you hate it. “Ugh. I hate you. I swear to god, Kim.”

She hangs up.

“Is something wrong?” you ask.

“I have to go into work, but I’ll be back in an hour.” She’s frantically rushing around, entering her closet and emerging with a blouse, pants and a coat. Still, she finds the time to come over to you and she presses a kiss on top of your forehead. “I’ll be quick, I promise.”

“It’s okay. I can wait.” You muster a smile, trying to make her feel better. After all, she’s done her best to comfort you. Now you want to do the same to her.

“It’ll just take a jiffy. Be back before you know it.” Soyeon steps towards the door. “Don’t leave the room, okay, Y/N?”

You nod.

Soyeon leaves a few moments later. You hear footsteps in the hall, muffled voices and then the larger door shutting. Instantly, you become drowned in silence without the television or the laptop or Soyeon’s comforting voice and soothing hands petting you. You’re abandoned.

On the other side of the wall is someone who hates you and wishes you were gone.

The truth that’s been blaring in your head becomes noisier than ever: this isn’t your home.

Maybe what she said was just an excuse. Maybe the phone call was an act and maybe Soyeon hates you too. Maybe you’re more problematic than she expected, and she’ll return you to the shelter tomorrow or even today. You wouldn’t blame her if she did. Soyeon probably wanted someone to get along with Jimin and you’re too much of a handful for her.

You don’t realize you’re crying until it’s gotten so loud that it’s deafening to your own ears. But you can’t help the wails choking out of your sobbing chest or the tears streaming down your face. You lay curled up in the bed, ears pressed to your head as you clutch your toy to your chest.

Through your clouded vision, you don’t notice the bedroom door opening. Not until you hear—

“You know she’s not leaving forever, right?”

Instantly, you jolt and scramble back on the bed. Until your back hits the headboard, pillows bent underneath you. 

Jimin looks at you, eyeing the way you’re wearing his sweater, and he swallows hard. “She’s supposed to leave five to six hours a day. Sometimes more, sometimes less. But she always comes back.”

You whimper and he frowns. 

“Stop making those noises.”

“I can’t help it,” you hiccup and rub your eyes. “W-Will she make me go back?”

“What?”

“The shelter. Will she leave me if we don’t get along?”

Jimin shifts his weight from one foot to another, expression almost uncomfortable. But he says, “Soyeon’s not that kind of owner.”

You hiccup and snivel, unable to make the lump in your throat go away. “I...I just want a home.”

You almost start to cry again, but then Jimin extends his arm. You see him holding your kitty cat. “I think this is yours,” he says and you nod, teary-eyed. He points to your body. “That’s my sweater. You’re not supposed to touch it.”

You look down, not sure if you should take it off. But you’re too scared to move.

At once, the concern vanishes. Jimin takes a step towards you and your spine and ears straighten on reflex. Then he takes another. You whimper and his brows furrow again. “Stop it. I won’t bite you.”

He places the kitty cat on the edge of the bed and in a moment where your courage has swelled, you lurch forward to grab it. Immediately, you withdraw and hold it to your chest.

You frown when you realize how much it smells like him.

You’re too busy paying attention to your toy to see the bed dip. To see Jimin crawling closer to you. Not until he’s facing you, practically nose to nose. Your back hits the headboard once more and your breath hitches. But instead of being barked at or bitten, Jimin leans in. You feel a tickle as his nose sniffs at your neck.

You release your breath, unable to hold it any longer and when you inhale, you smell him.

Jimin’s scent is warm and earthy, like vanilla and trees at the park after a rainy day in Spring. When you’re not scared, it actually smells really nice. Even if you don’t want to admit it.

Jimin sniffs at your neck incessantly with his nose and then at your hair. You whine, slumping downwards, and he practically hovers over you, caging your frame in with his arms, smelling down your body. 

The tip of his nose travels from the valley of your breasts down your tummy. He pauses at the apex of your thighs, right where your underwear is and you shut your legs together.

You’re vulnerable beneath him and you’re not sure clutching the two toys to your chest will do much good in protecting you if he decides to attack. But when Jimin’s done, he looks at you and simply says, “You smell like flowers.”

“Is that bad?”

He pauses. “No. But I like it when things smell like me.”

You gasp when he suddenly leans in, brushing his cheek against yours, nuzzling into you. It tickles and you can’t help but giggle. Jimin’s ears perk at the bubbly sound and his tail starts to wag. The toys roll off your chest, and they’re left beside you when you let go. You wiggle and shift away from him, yet he pounces after you with a smile on his face.

You laugh, managing to dodge his arms and slip off the bed.

But Jimin’s much too fast and swift for your liking. He corners you by the closet with an enormous grin on his face, half-moon eyes lit up in mischief. Before you can dart to the left, he snatches your waist and follows after you as you collapse on the soft carpet. 

Jimin brushes his cheek against yours, the weight of his body pressed to yours with a knee placed between your parted thighs. You’re never going to completely smell like him, not when you have your own scent, so you’re not sure why he’s trying so hard. But you don’t mind.

You take the chance to smell him too, nose twitching at his neck. A hum leaves the back of your throat as you allow yourself to become immersed in the comforting scent.

...

 When Soyeon comes home an hour later, she’s surprised that Jimin isn’t already waiting at the door or doesn’t come barreling out to greet her. It’s much too quiet. She doesn’t have a good feeling.

Blood drains from her face when she walks down the hall and she sees the bedroom door wide open. The woman rushes inside, nearly tripping her feet, mouth falling open.

“well, like- what makes you guys think he… you know, did stuff… with someone?” you frown, turning to glance over your shoulder at jimin

he has his back facing you guys and is currently preoccupied with rolling his sleeves up to his elbows so it’s not like you can get a very good look at him right now

“there’s a hickey on the side of his neck!” jisoo squeals excitedly, the other girls bursting into giggles before beginning to slap at each other in a poor attempt to get everyone to relax and lay low, “oh, god, i would kill to have my mouth on his neck- or better yet, have his mouth on my neck-”

“hickey?!” you exclaim a little too loudly, seulgi giving you a whack across the back of your head to get you to be quieter, “ow- but- i mean, i don’t see anything-”

“well, duh- it’s not like you can see it from staring at his back, dumbass-” seulgi murmurs before subtly gesturing towards the large mirror at the front of the room, “we saw it once or twice in the mirror when he was adjusting the collar of his shirt- see, right there!”

you feel your face pale when jimin reaches up to undo one of the buttons on his shirt and you manage to spot the purplish mark sitting at the bottom of his neck right above his left collarbone

it’s small… but it’s definitely big enough to be noticeable

and obviously, everyone’s noticed it. 

oh, god

oh, god!!!!

“maybe he-” you clear your throat quietly before swallowing thickly, “maybe he burnt himself with a straightener? or something?”

“oh, don’t be so naïve, you little virgin-” seulgi scowls before rolling her eyes, “that is a full-on hickey. …you do know what that is, right, y/n?”

“i- of course i know what a hickey is-”

“-it looks… fresh, you know?” lisa tilts her head as she narrows her eyes suspiciously, and it’s a second later that she lets out a gasp and turns to look back at the group, “oh my god. you guys don’t think… you don’t think that maybe he got lucky, like, right before class? ugh, that’s actually kind of hot- i told you guys about the dream i had about him fucking me against the mirror, ri-”

“no!” you interrupt quickly, reminding yourself to take it down a notch when the girls turn to look at you weirdly, “i mean- well, no. that’s just not... possible, because then- you know, if he was doing stuff right before class, he’d be all sweaty and glowy and- you know what i mean?”

“huh- for the first time in your life, you’ve made a good point, y/l/n.” seulgi hums and you resist the urge to flick her in the forehead for all the snarky remarks she’s directed at you when you haven’t even been here five minutes, “that’s true. maybe it happened this morning?”

(it definitely happened this morning. at seven o’clock in the morning, to be more specific. and it happened two to three times, to be even more specific.)

you smile nervously as the girls continue theorizing over what happened, blindly reaching behind you to pull your bag towards you so you can grab your phone out of the side pocket

this is a nightmare

this is an absolute nightmare

you remember doing a little bit of biting and... and some sucking... but you didn’t think you were doing so much as to give jimin an actual hickey!

jimin pulls his phone out when he feels it buzz in his back pocket, pressing his lips together to contain his smirk when he sees it’s a text from you

from: y/n [3:04pm] - hickey!!!!!!!

hm

looks like someone’s still thinking about this morning…

(for the record, he’s still thinking about this morning which is why class hasn’t started yet.)

he takes his bottom lip in between his teeth as he types out a quick response, the gates of his spank bank suddenly flinging open and reminding him of what the two of you were up to earlier today 

if he closes his eyes he can still feel your nails digging into his back and that particularly sexy moan you made when he hit the right spot-

to: y/n [3:04pm] - Oops. I told you to bring concealer with you to class.

the smirk drops from his face and his brows knit together in confusion at your next couple of texts

from: y/n [3:05pm] - no not me it’s y

from: y/n [3:05pm] - ou

from: y/n [3:05pm] - it’s you!!! check neck

jimin closes the messages app and pulls up the camera, clicking on the button to switch the lens and- 

he immediately reaches up and slaps his hand over the very obvious hickey staining his skin 

The phone on your nightstand buzzes, startling you momentarily before, you sigh and reach for it, the light from your screen too invasive for the early morning.

6:23am

It was way earlier than you had previously guessed which only furthered made you question why your boyfriend wasn’t in bed with you. Jimin adored many things in life but, nothing made him happier than waking up beside you. When the two of you moved in together 4 years ago, Jimin was still finishing his training at the dance academy and, you were finishing up your internship at your dream company. Needless to say, for the entirety of that year, the mornings the two of you spent waking up together were few and far in between.

Once Jimin decided he was going to coach with his company, rather than tour, he vowed that he would spend every morning he could waking up beside you. You landed your current job 2 years ago and, recently, your company had promoted you and, sent you on a two-week paid vacation to the Cayman Islands: All expenses paid for 7 Days and 7 nights.  

Jimin had been over the moon when you told him where you were going but, because the kitten adoption was already in the works and, with your new furry friends being so young, he had insisted you find a way to bring the kittens with you.

Whatever Jimin wants, Jimin gets.

With your bags packed and, two tiny kittens in a TSA approved animal carrier, you and your boyfriend had set off to the Cayman’s roughly 4 days ago. The vacation was extremely overdue and, you and Jimin had spent most of your time drinking margaritas, playing in the ocean and, well, playing with eachother. The kittens adapted just fine and, when Jimin left them alone long enough, they took it upon themselves to explore the nooks and crannies of the Cabana you had for the week, with only minor accidents along the way.

While you were having the time of your life, you still couldn’t figure out what Jimin was doing out of bed so early. The past four mornings, he had woken you up with his head either in your neck or between your legs. Neither of which, you complained about.  

They call it paradise for a reason.

Accepting that you won’t find your answers just laying around in bed, you decide to do the unthinkable and, drag yourself out of bed. You shiver slightly due to the fans being on full blast in your room, something both you and Jimin needed to sleep. The previous night you went to bed in Jimin’s t shirt and, a white pair of cheeky underwear, which weren’t sufficient enough to combat the cool temperature of the bedroom. Your fluffy robe lay across the wicker chair in the corner of the room and, you quickly throw it on before, meandering sleepily out into the living room.  

“Yah...don’t be mean to your brother, he’s just trying to play...” You hear the Jimin’s Busan dialect slip out from across the room before you see him, his delicate giggle following soon after. The sound warms your heart but, the sight of him, dressed in a white t-shirt and yellow boxers curled up on the couch with both kittens splayed across his lap makes you melt.  

You lean against the doorframe, taking a moment to admire the scene before you. Jimin’s hair was platinum for the summer time, the mass of it disheveled atop his head, his eyes still lightly swollen from sleep. The tan he had acquired on your trip had only intensified his newly dyed locks; he looked like was late to his Baywatch audition. His fingers wiggled around the bodies of the kittens playfully and, he giggles as Cream catches a fingers in her mouth.  

“Don’t bite your daddy, I feed you remember? You have to be sweet to me...” He admonishes in his native tongue and, you feel proud of yourself for having understood most of what he said.

You don’t want to interrupt him but, his voice, his smile, the cozy appearance of his sleep clothes, it was enough to make you desperately wish you were Peaches and Cream.

“Good morning...” You call softly as to lessen the chance of startling him.

His blonde head whips to your direction and, the sight of you makes his puffy pink lips break out into a smile.

“There she is...good morning Jagi...” He takes Peaches’s paw gently into his hand waving it towards you, “Say good morning mommy...I woke daddy up cause I pooped in the laundry again...”

You giggle, shaking your head at them before making your way to the couch, “Again huh? What are we going to do with you?”

Jimin giggles with you, releasing Peaches before offering his arm to you as you approach the couch. You take his invitation, cuddling into his side, relishing in the natural sweetness of his leftover cologne.

He smiles warmly, nudging your cheek, “Sorry if we woke you...”

Your hand reaches down to smooth over the kittens, their purring igniting as you do. Shaking your head you turn towards him, pecking his lips lightly.

“The meowing woke me, not you...”

“Yah, see what you did? You poop on our things and, then you wake your mommy up, that’s not nice...” He coos at the kittens, rubbing their backs gently.  

“They will repay us one day when they get rich and, are able to take care of us in our old age...” You joke, causing Jimin to giggle again, his eyes soft as the kittens began to leave his lap.

“They grow up so fast...” He laments through fake tears and, you laugh watching them as they scamper over to the other end of the couch, stalking one another playfully.

“Did you sleep ok?” You murmur gently, leaning your head on his shoulder.

The light from the sunrise is intensifying, the sound of the ocean beginning to creep in as one of the bay windows creaks open.

Jimin nods, pulling one of the soft fleece throw blankets over the both of you, snuggling into you further, his blonde hair tickling your neck.

“Its high tide right now, the waves are really big...” His voice is quieter as he indulges in you, your presence calming him, subduing him as it normally does.

“Are they?” You follow suit with his choice of volume, not wanting to disturb him as he seems rather content.

He nods, his hand coming up to tuck underneath your robe, fingers brushing along the skin of your thigh lightly.  

“Can you hear them?” His voice is a whisper now and, it allows for the growing sound of the waves crashing on the shore not far from the entrance to your cabana.

A smile is on your lips then as you nod, a sense of intense relaxation enveloping your body. Jimin nuzzles into your neck, his legs tucking up onto the couch whilst his fingers continue to brush along the top of your thigh.

“You’re soft...”  

His whisper gives you goosebumps, your leg moving slightly to allow him better access to your skin.

“It’s all the sand we’ve been playing in, it’s an exfoliant...”

Jimin chuckles, feeling himself plump up in his boxers as he continues to touch you but, he’s in no rush, he has all the time in the world...

“I wish we could stay here forever...” You lament, eyes closing at the sound of the ocean and, the feeling of your boyfriend’s hand.  

You feel Jimin nod, his hand dipping down towards your inner thigh, tracing patterns on the sensitive skin, “Me too...I love being able to be alone with you so much, we need to be alone more...”

He’s right, your respective workloads were demanding and, there were several days out of the week where you and Jimin wouldn’t even one another.  

“We’ll make more time for us when we get back. We can plan another trip for later this year too...” The steadiness in your voice is wavering, Jimin’s hand making its slow ascent up your inner thigh, dragging his nails gently across it.

“Two trips a year...that’s what we need. I can’t have you like this back in the city...”

You know what he means, the two of you are so distracted by your responsibilities that even you’re alone time back home tends to feel rushed and, it never feels like enough.  

His nimble fingers tuck into the edge of your panties, sliding the back of his two fingers along the side of your core, his face never leaving your neck.  

“What are you doing ?” You giggle and, Jimin follows suit, tilting his head to look into your eyes. His pupils are dilated, his lips puckered and inviting.  

Before he has a chance to answer you lean down, pushing your lips against him. He smiles into the kiss, reciprocating as he cups his hand against your cheek.  

It doesn’t take long before you’re suckling his bottom lip into your mouth, its literally impossible to resist. Jimin hums contently, nudging your nose, submitting to the motions of your lips. There’s a sweet sort of laziness to the kiss, the two of you indulging in one another: unrushed and unashamed.

Jimin, with his lips still connected to yours, starts slowing ushering you underneath him, pushing off your robe in the process. His eyes are gentle and, hold more emotion than they did a moment ago, he looks over you, smiling softly as he does, eyes lighting up in adoration.

“How do you keep getting more beautiful huh? What are you eating?” His tone is charming and, it warms your heart, your hands reaching up towards him as you giggle.

“StoP...”  

“I can’t though,” He chuckles, leaning down into your body, “I have to know Jagi...”

Pursing your lips is enough to hint at another kiss and, Jimin snickers as he gives in, kissing you. It’s soft and messy, there’s no need for pretense, the chemistry, as always is ever present.

“I’ll tell you mine, if you tell me yours...”

Jimin giggles into your mouth, hands bracing on either side of your head, “I eat you most of the time don’t I? Guess that must be my answer...”

Smooth bastard.

You roll your eyes, spreading your legs to allow him to settle between them. As he does, you feel the stiffness of his erection that’s currently straining against your panties. The feeling causing you to roll your hips against him, sending a shiver up his spine.

“Do you feel how hard you got me? For no good reason...just came out here in my shirt and these panties and, that was it huh? That’s how easy you’ve made me...I get hard just thinking about you...” He colors his voice with annoyance but, he rolls his hips back against yours, smirking as he hears you whimper at his words.

You lean up to peck at his lips, smiling as you do, “You should put it inside me then, since it’s so hard...”

Jimin’s smirk doesn’t falter but, leaning back so he can pull your underwear off, biting his lip as he notices the viscous shine over your pussy.  

“I love when it when you get this wet for me...” He moves his hands to the waistband of his boxers but, his eyes don’t move from between your legs. “I love knowing that you only get wet for me...”

“That’s cause I’m yours...” You whisper leaning up with him, eyes soft and full of love as you lift up his shirt, kissing gently at the skin there, your fingers tucking into his boxers.  

Jimin’s heart is pounding in his chest and, he’s certain that the love he’s believed in his whole life, the true, gooey, fairytale bullshit type of love was right here in front of him. Even after 6 years of dating, you could still make his heart go faulty in his chest.

“...and I’m yours...” He whispers before pulling off his shirt completely, taking your face in his hands, pressing his lips to yours, another smile returning when he does.  

After a few moments, Jimin has lined himself up with your entrance and, upon laying you back down, he reconnects your lips, catching your gasp in his mouth as he pushes inside of you. He sets a languid pace, both with his mouth and, his hips, taking his time with you.

“I love you...” Three words are in your mouth and, you return them just as quickly, your hips grinding upwards towards your boyfriend.

“Shitt...” He giggles, his mouth breaking from yours as he glances down at where you’re connected, “I always think slow sex is going to help me last...”

“Not working?” You pant, trying to focus on his struggle but, it’s proving very difficult as he hits something inside of you

“Never does...not with your pussy...it’s too good...” He laments, biting his lip as his eyes flit up to yours, his breath uneven as he continues to fuck into you. “I can last for you jagi...I’ll hold off.”

You smile, licking your lips as you bring his own back to your mouth, “You don’t have to...I’m right there...wanna feel you cum in me...”

He groans into your mouth, nodding vigorously as you give him the ok, his hips stuttering momentarily, “Are you sure? You’re gonna cum for me?”  

“I’m sure...let me feel you baby, I want you to cum inside...” You’re growing desperate, feeling the hot sensation of your orgasm beginning to warm the tips of your toes.

Jimin’s teeth attach to your lip, his hips pumping into you faster and faster when he begins to release inside of you.

His toes curl as a string of curse words and, his native tongue tumble past his lips, “Oh my god...I love you, you’re so good to me, you’re so good...”

Jimin speaking Korean into your mouth as he cums is enough to send you careening after your release, your center contracting over and over again as your orgasm hits you. Pleasure soaks your senses then, leaving you breathless as your exhausted boyfriend collapses ontop of you, slowly rocking into you as you both come down from your orgasms.

The sun is fully awake and shining into the cabana, the waves continue to crash in the background, the only other sound being yours and Jimin’s ragged breathing.

The two of you don’t move or speak for quite sometime, merely enjoying each others presence until Jimin’s gentle voice finally breaks the silence.

“I love you...”

With a soft smile and a kiss to the side of your boyfriends head, you respond,

“I love you too...”

   Jimin is an interesting character, one that you can't exactly pinpoint to any one specific thing. One minute he can be almost childlike with a near innocent enthusiasm and in the next moment, he can remind you of a broken lost soul that had traveled far too long and then suddenly he can be the carnal representation of his being...a vampire. All this in a time frame of fewer than fifteen minutes, honestly sometimes you wonder if he gives even himself emotional whiplash. In the last month that you've gotten to know him, you've concluded that no matter how much time you spend around him you'll always uncover new sides. He's always changing, evolving, growing right before your eyes. He's much more then the looks let on, or even what he shows on the surface.    When you first met him he couldn't look you in the eyes. He was the definition of anxiety energy. His eyes looking everywhere but at you, his foot constantly tapping, his fingers twisting around his sweater. The first feeding had been...awkward to say the least. He asked you at least four times if it was okay before finally sinking into your wrist. He then immediately pulled back and asked if it hurt. He asked about six times afterward if you were feeling okay and if you were sure everything was fine. It was sweet, even if slightly annoying. You've fed a lot of vampires and it was a lot like any other customer service job. No one ever gave a shit about the employee, just their own experience. Until Jimin that is.    That first feeding also seemed to stir a change in your relationship. Perhaps it was because he had your blood that he finally got comfortable. Actually started speaking to you without whispering, finally looking you in your eyes. You'd like to think it was because he finally relaxed, but you're pretty sure that he only relaxed because of the effects of your blood. You see, what a lot of people still don't realize (even after vampires went public) is the effects of blood on a vampire. Tainted Souls knew it down to a scientific level, they even tested your blood not just for diseases but for certain...benefits each blood can give. Just like how some foods can give you certain boosts some blood can too. It's a true vampire fine dining experience.    There are still multiple studies being done on vampires and how they live and what exactly blood does to them, nothing is yet conclusive. But in all the years that Tainted Souls has been around, they've learned things that the general public and the scientific world is still struggling with. Blood can carry certain flavors for a vampire, but it can also carry more. Some blood can elicit certain emotional reactions, although that's not always the case. It's usually only when the person giving the blood has very strong emotions at the time. Senses of fear, elation, desires...well those can be communicated to vampires through blood. And you had been prepping hard for Jimin's first feeding. He'd been so nervous around you that you had pulled out all the stops. From yoga to meditation to chamomile tea before seeing him. And it worked like a charm. For the first time, you finally saw him relax, anxiety melting off of him and that was the start to your friendship with him.    As time went on you got to learn a lot more about him. It's hard not to when you're constantly there. You knew that the job would be travel heavy, but you certainly hadn't expected that so soon into the job. Almost two weeks in and you were jet-setting around the world. Even when you considered that they were vampires and able to handle more than the average human it was still mind-boggling to think of the amount of work and stress they functioned under daily. You only got a taste of it as you traveled with them, and you were already exhausted. Jimin had faithfully been there for you, constantly checking in to make sure that everything was okay.    During that time you learned a lot. Namely how shit you were at packing, but luckily it seemed like between all of Bangtan and the rest of the girls someone always had whatever it was you needed. If not then while the guys were working you could set off on a small day trip and explore while shopping. But you've also learned a lot about Jimin. He has a tendency to overthink, to internalize all of his problems. He's bright and sunny, but painfully afraid of not being good enough. He compares himself far too often. He's still learning how to be comfortable in his own skin. He works hard at many things, but you're afraid that it's usually to prove something not to himself but to others. The rest of Bangtan is good at reassuring him, but again he overthinks even reassurance. For a vampire, he's painfully human.    And this brings you to right now, sitting with Jimin's head in your lap as he tries not to cry. His voice cracked in the last performance of the concert, and he feels that he failed the fans, his group, himself. He's refused all the other guys who've tried to come over and comfort him but when you came over he immediately curled up into your lap. You've been through this enough times to know that sometimes words don't need to be said. So instead you just run your fingers through his hair and give him a comfort that doesn't force him to speak. Eventually, the tears start to fall, and you can hear him try to stay quiet but soon the dam bursts. You hear him hiccup a few times before he seems to finally stops. "I'm sorry."    "There's nothing to apologize for. You're safe to feel however you want to feel around me. And you are with the rest of the guys too. Are you feeling a little better now?" Your words are just slightly louder than a whisper, your hands still running through his hair as he nestles further into your thighs.    "Yeah...a little. I um...thanks." You nod in response as he turns around and blinks up at you. His eyes are red and puffy, his cheeks look rounder and lips poutier from this angle. He looks more like a child seeking comfort than a world-famous sex-pot vampire. You smile down at him as he places a cold hand on your cheek. "You're the best."    "Oh, there are plenty of people better than me. But I will admit that I'm pretty good." You smile wider as he laughs and smushes his face into your stomach. Jungkook hurtles over at the sound and flings himself onto the couch next to you.    "No fair Jimin! I want noona to comfort me too!" Jimin turns over to glare at the younger boy. Angry Jimin is rare, but you've noticed lately that he's been rather territorial over you. When you first started Jimin had just gone along with the other two younger boys when they would jokingly flirt with you. Lately, though, he hasn't been having any of it. Even when he sees one of the other members just talking to you he always finds a way to insert himself into the conversation. Part of you wonders if it's jealousy. Part of you kind of wants it to be because that would mean that perhaps he likes you just as you like him.    "You have your own girl. Go annoy her instead. You're bothering noona." And with that Jimin turns back around, giving Jungkook the cold shoulder as he runs a hand through your hair. You glance over at Jungkook to see the younger boy get up grumbling as he slowly ambles over to his own partner. Jimin huffs at the lack of attention before you look back down at Jimin.    "He wasn't really bothering me."    "Yes he was, you don't have to be so nice. Besides...he was...bothering me." Jimin looks away and chews down on his lower lip before changing the subject. "Hey, noona, do you think you could stay with me tonight?"    "Sure. Do you want to head out now?" Jimin ponders your question for a bit before sitting up and nodding his agreement with the idea.    The trip back to the hotel is quiet, but it's certainly not uncomfortable. You've long grown used to the warm fuzzy feeling that accompanies you around Jimin, and while before silence would've been unnerving a couple of months ago now it's just nice. The two of you were friends. You meshed well together, and he was just so easy to be around. Some of the other girls teased you for how needy Jimin could be around you, but you enjoyed it. It was nice feeling wanted, needed. It was nice to be able to help him. Although, if you were honest...you do wish that you could do that under a pretense that was a smidge more serious than a friend. Especially during quiet moments like these, when he doesn't speak but he just grips your hand tightly and makes random tiny comments about all the things he sees out the windows. Or when you do stay the night in his room, just talking about everything and nothing until he falls asleep clutching onto you.    You've fallen for Jimin hard. It's difficult not to. His quiet, calm voice. His moments of affection. The way he seeks approval from you. The way he seeks acceptance so earnestly in a way that you wish you could do. But you also know that there's a lot on his plate. And as the older one, as the 'rock' in this friendship, you feel it would be unfair to admit these feelings to him. In a strange way, you're almost in a place of power since you are the one he goes to when he needs someone. And saying you want more might rock that dynamic in a way that he didn't want. In a way that could hurt him. Yes, you'd love nothing more than to kiss off the pout on his lips but it wouldn't be fair to him. If he wants it, then you'll gladly accept. But until then, you'll remain by his side in whatever form he needs the most.

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   Words can't describe how it feels to wake up next to Jimin. It's both the best moment and the most heartbreaking. Every time you've slept next to him it's been platonic. But it doesn't stop the breath that hitches in your throat when you see his soft face next to yours. Or the little fuzzy feeling that envelopes you when he pulls you closer, snuggling tightly into you. But because it's under the label of friends it does give you a dash of sorrow. Of longing. Of guilt at feeling this way. So you take a moment to blink away the tears that threaten before pulling yourself out of the bed and leaving a tiny good morning note on the pillow before silently making your way to your room next door.    Each step feels heavy, your heart thudding pitifully as you get further away from Jimin. You wish it was simpler. You wish you could just will the feelings away. You wish that you could just be a good friend with no other intentions. Poor Jimin, he just needs a friend and here you are thinking about making out with him every five seconds.    By the time you make your way downstairs for breakfast and a much-needed cup of coffee that you're hoping will ward off all your negative thoughts you've run into Yoongi's girl. At first you think about running away but she's quick to wave you over to her table so instead, you sit down with your yogurt and muffin and coffee.    You've gotten to know all of them well, but there are three of them that...well if you're honest they terrify you a bit. Yoongi's blood type is certainly not one to be messed with. You've watched her deck a girl who once found out the flight you all were on and tried to snap pictures of everyone. You then watched her break the phone. With her bare hands. You didn't know that was possible. The other one who terrifies you is Hobi's blood type. Sure, she looks cute and innocent but you've seen what she packs on these trips. She's basically a traveling sex store. And then there's Jungkook's type. If you thought Yoongi's type was tough then Jungkook's type was head bitch in charge. She once put a fangirl in a headlock and almost choked her out. To be fair, it turned out to be someone who was stalking Jungkook. Even the bodyguards had a hard time wrestling them apart though.      It's not that you don't like the girls, you really do. In fact, they all treat you like protective mother cats and you their little kitten. But there's always that reminder when you're with them that these girls are all probably the type to get away with murder. "Ah, (y/n), my favorite little blood type. Hey, what do you say we trade? I'm sick of snippy. I want Ji-"    "No." Your tone surprises both of you. Her eyes grow wide before she breaks off into a fit of giggles.    "I didn't know you had it in you, kid. To be fair though, snippy has that effect on people. He has a strange way of making everyone angry." You watch her take a bite of her apple as she tilts her head and analyzes you and then lights up as she spots someone behind her. She waves them over quickly. "Speak of the devil! Or vampire, whatever. Tomato potato."    "It's tomato, to-"    "Hey, guys! I thought I'd find you down here! It was cold in the room without you." You stop speaking the moment you hear Jimin's dulcet tone. Your eyes travel back over to see Yoongi's blood type smiling widely at you. Oh no. You know that look. It's the exact look a fat cat gets when he sees food.    "Interesting. Very interesting. The room was cold you say? Interesting." Yoongi's blood type nods to herself as she speaks.    "What's she going on about?" Jimin whispers to you, scooching the seat next to you closer until his thighs are touching yours.    "Well, vampires don't exactly feel temperature changes. That and the fact that you just said we slept in the same room." Each word gets quieter and quieter until it's almost unintelligible. If it weren't for his superb hearing he certainly wouldn't have been able to catch the last bit of it.    "Oh." Jimin nods before looking over at Yoongi's blood type and leaning in closer to you. "She kind of scares me."    "I do not! You just want her to hug you and protect you, you big baby."    "Hey! (Y/N), tell her to leave me alone!" Jimin pouts as he rests his head on your shoulder and you can't help but laugh at his antics.    "I'm going to be invited to the wedding, right?" You choke on your coffee. If you hadn't seen her break that phone you would strangle her. But let's be honest, she'd kick your ass and then probably buy you consolation 'you tried' ice cream afterward.    "What wedding?" Jimin pops his head up as he scrunches his eyebrows together in confusion.    "You two you dingus. I hear wedding bells chiming in your near future."    "It's too early in the morning to keep teasing us." You bite into you muffin with bitterness, missing the crestfallen look in Jimin's eyes.    "Noona doesn't like me like that."    "Are you kidding me? God, you both are such fucking idiots. Jimin likes you (y/n). (Y/N) is so in love with you Jimin it's gross. Now, if you'll excuse me I'm going to go to the hotel spa and put it on Bighit's tab before the two of you make out in front of everyone. Also, you're welcome for saying something so the two of you idiots would stop this 'friend' charade. Everyone in a ten-mile radius can see that you want to fuck." You watch her with a dropped jaw as she saunters away before whipping your head over to Jimin.    He looks like a cornered rabbit before something feral takes over. Eye color morphing from dark brown into a deep crimson. The same look he gets when he's feeding...when he's found prey. Gone is cute and innocent Jimin. Gone is your chance of running away. "(Y/N)...do you like me? Please be honest." His voice is so quiet it almost hides the slight quiver in it.    "I...yes. I'm sorry I know-"    "I like you too. She's scary, but she's helpful at least." Jimin gives you a wide cherub smile.    "She's certainly a straight shooter." You still for a moment as Jimin grabs your hand before melting into the touch. You don't regret not telling him sooner. Had you been rash and blurted it out it might not have worked out this way. So instead you just relish in the warmth that rushes through you as he gazes tenderly at you.    "So, can I...call you my girlfriend?"    "I would love that."