#jimin request

You took a deep breath in when you finally stepped out of the airport, a small smile spreading on your face when you heard the language that you grew up with, but haven't heard in years.

“There you are,” your childhood friend screamed in happiness, embracing you before you could even really realize who she was. After a second of initial shock, though, you hugged her as tightly as she did you, “Wow, I can't believe you're finally here.”

“Me neither,” you chuckled.

You grew up in South Korea and lived here till you were a teenager, then your parents decided to move abroad due to a job opportunity. It was... hard. Leaving everything you knew and loved so much behind, but in hindsight, you were also glad for it. Because of the move, you were able to enroll in a fantastic university and were now looking at a bright future ahead of you... one that you would like to begin where it all started... here.

“I'm surprised you decided to stay in Seoul and not go to Busan,” she grabbed one of your suitcases and started walking towards her car.

“I'll go there too, but I have a job interview on Tuesday here. I figured I'd stay the couple days, then drive down.”

“Lucky me, then,” she grinned from ear to ear.

You packed both of your suitcases in the trunk of her car, then got in.

“Thank you for picking me up, by the way,” you said as you put on the seat belt.

“Of course. Gives me the chance to catch up with you. Though there is this little party tonight that I thought we could go to. Maybe have dinner first, then go there?”

“Already?” you laughed, “You're not even letting me letting me catch my breath, huh?”

“I haven't seen you in ten years and from what you told me, you're going to be really busy. I want to make the best out of it.”

You let out a laugh and nodded, “Alright. Let me just have a nap before that then.”

You talked about mundane things throughout the car ride, exchanged info on each other's family, asked about job, university and friends... before the topic of relationships came up.

“You're still single?”

“Yep,” you replied with a small smile, “Fresh start.”

She was quiet for a moment and you thought that the conversation was just over, but she actually carefully thought about how to word her next question, “Have you... spoken to... Jimin recently?”

“Jimin? Park Jimin?”

“Yes.”

“No... why would I?” you furrowed your eyebrows, “We broke up over ten years ago.”

She shrugged, “The two of you were serious and it seemed like you moving away hit both of you pretty hard. Just thought you might keep in contact with him after.”

“We did for a while, but once he debuted it got less and less. Haven't talked to him inyears now,” you turned your head to look at her, “Why are you asking?”

“Well... you see... we still talk every now and again and we met up three weeks ago, the two of us and a bunch of others from class to have dinner and... I might have let it slip that you're coming.”

“And?”

“He said he'd like to see you.”

Didn't matter that you hadn't talked to him in years, the moment you heard that, your heart started to beat faster. Did he still think about you every now and again? The one that you once thought was the love of your life?

When you moved, leaving him behind was the hardest thing. He was the biggest reason you wanted to stay and leaving broke both of your hearts. You promised you'd keep in contact and at least remain friends, but that didn't work out.

Still... hearing that he might still think about you from time to time made you happy.

“That'd be cool. I'd like to catch up with him.”

She beamed immediately. There was no bad blood between the two of you, so she should have expected you to say yes, but you never know... a broken heart takes years to heal, if it ever even does.

Your friend dropped you off at your hotel where you instantly fell into bed when you checked into your room.

You had decided to meet up at 7, so you literally spent all day catching up on sleep before meeting her for dinner. It was just the two of you, super chill and nice with traditional Korean food that you haven't had in years. At around 9, you decided to head to that party your friend had told you about before.

One thing she, intentionally, forgot to mention, was that it was only a small gathering with all the guys and girls from school that you used to be friends with that now lived in Seoul. It was only around ten people, all former friends that you were more than happy to see. A nice surprise... and an even bigger one when you were face to face with someone you hadn't expected to see in such a place.

“Surprised?” Jimin laughed with a drink in his hand, “When I got the invite and heard you were coming, I had to come too.”

“Oh my god,” you couldn't help but hug him. When your friend mentioned him before, you thought that you might be able to meet up for coffee in the next weeks, not that you'd see him the same day you'd arrive.

The crowd around you quickly dispersed, wanting to give you two the reunion you deserved.

Jimin wrapped his arms around you and held you tightly.

“Can't believe you're back,” he whispered, “I missed you.”

You didn't reply, but you smiled and hid it in his shoulder, the tightening of your grip was answer enough for him, though.

You remained in this state for a while longer before you made your way to a free couch and while you were extremely grateful for everyone that was here, you couldn't bring yourself to talk to anyone but Jimin. However, the others seemed more than okay with that. After all, everyone in this room spent years with the two of you when you were a couple. They knew how much you used to love each other and how heartbroken you were when the relationship ended.

“I'm sorry I haven't texted for so long,” Jimin said eventually, “Life got... complicated.”

“That's not what I'd call it,” you smiled, “You've achieved your dreams. I'm so proud of you. Really.”

“Wasn't always my dream, you know?” he said quietly, but you could feel the honesty in his words and you knew what he meant by that. He quickly shook his head though and smiled again, “Anyway, now that you're back we should hang out more. Seoul is so different from Busan... I can show you around.”

“Aren't you a little too busy for that?”

“I'll make time,” he grinned with wiggling eyebrows.

And so he did. You didn't think he would find the time, but he did. Whenever he had a spare hour, he would call you and ask you to meet him for a coffee in this new and fancy café or walk around a neighborhood with so many fairy lights that you could swear you could hear the owners scream because of their electricity bill.

You had a lovely time together, really got to know each other again and were now at a point where you could call each other friends again... until one night, when the two of you spontaneously decided to drive down to Busan to surprise your family... and then also his, of course.

Before you did, though, you stopped at the beach to watch the sunset together.

“Feels like yesterday when we used to do this every week,” you said with a nostalgic smile.

“I wish it were,” he turned his head to look at you, “Things would have been very different if you had stayed.”

“You mean we'd be married with like five kids,” you snorted, referring to the many times that you thought you were pregnant because the two of you were too dumb to figure out proper protection.

“Yeah... don't you regret it? Not living that life?”

The question surprised you, but you didn't look at him, only at the ocean, “No point in regretting something like that. It happened and we now have to live with the life we got.”

Jimin looked down at his hands, playing with a ring on his middle finger, “What if it's not the life we want, though?”

You finally looked at him, waiting a moment before asking: “You're not happy?”

He let out a deep sigh, “I loved the last ten years. I loved every second of it. But seeing you again... being with you again...-” he looked up at you, “I don't want to make the same mistake twice.”

“The mistake being?” your heart skipped a beat, knowing the answer before he even said it.

“Letting you go.”

“I'm not going anywhere, Jimin,” you knew what he was getting at, but you needed more confirmation.

He cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing over it, “I want to ask you to marry me... because I feel like you're still the girl I feel in love with years ago. The last couple of weeks only showed me that nothing has changed between us.”

“I'd say yes.”

That surprised him. So much so that his mouth dropped open.

“You would?”

“You said it yourself. We spent years of our lives together... and now... it's like nothing ever changed. Only that this time, we're old enough to make our own decisions. Even if our parents will scold us for making this one, it's still ours to make.”

Jimin let out a laugh, then he cupped your other cheek, slowly leaning over to you until you could feel his lips on yours.

It was only a soft kiss, but it was enough for the two of you to know that this was right. The feelings that you had when you kissed each other was like years ago only... more.

You quickly text Jiyoo before stuffing your phone into the pocket of your thin jacket to avoid of bumping into someone. Cracked screen and the embarrassment is the last thing you need. There is unsettling feeling in the pit of your stomach, indicating the nervousness you feel. You don’t like being in the crowds in general and definitely not in Seoul which is crowded with so many people. Not only citizens, but foreigners as well. You guess it’s because of k-pop which brings even more tourists to South Korea in general. There is not a store where isn’t some k-pop star promoting some cosmetic product, or even their merchandise on the side of walk in stands. You can find a lot from different k-pop groups in almost every store. And you’re on your way to meet a stranger, who you don’t know nothing about. Great.

Your pocket vibrates, letting you know that you got a message. Pulling out your phone out of your pocket, you still eye the road in front of you just in case. 

from: jiyoo

yeees, isn’t he cute?

You would scoff, if there weren't a bunch of people around you, so you keep your reaction to yourself. Another message pops up, before you have time to check the time.

from: jiyoo

are you there?

Checking the time, you realise you have only four minutes to get there. Surely, it wouldn’t mind if you were little bit late but Jiyoo insisted you to be on time. She was almost too persistent about it and you had to even promise her that you would be on time. 

to: jiyoo

yup, three minutes away from the station

You reply back, your heart picking up its pace when you realise that you’re on your own. As much as you wanted to spend your free day off today, Jiyoo asked you to pick up her friend. Apparently her friend whom you’re still not sure about. You’ve never heard about this friend, whom is supposed to come here and visit Jiyoo. He’s not from Seoul and he came as a tourist, wanting to see a little bit of this wondrous city. Unfortunately, Jiyoo had to go to work, asking you if you could do it for her. Of course, your first reaction was panic and fast ‘no’ echoing in your common small apartment. Why should you be the one guiding him around Seoul? You’re still getting lost whenever you’re supposed to take the train, leaving you to ask strangers what is the right way. It’s already stressful doing that. But the good friend and roommate you are, you said yes after a whole hour of her begging you. She even sent you a picture, so you could find and spot him better. It’s not helping the guy is incredible cute and handsome, and your awkward self isn’t ready to face him. You should have put more effort into your outfit and make-up, but there’s nothing you can do about it now. 

from: jiyoo

yeees! hurry up, don’t be late

You push the urge of rolling your eyes at her message, hearing those words for a hundredth time today. 

from: jiyoo

oh and his name is jimin

With a huge sigh, when reality hits you that you’re really doing this, you put your phone back into the pocket, when a huge sign of Gangnam station appears in front of you. There are too many people going in and out from the station, your mind already panicking from the hectic place. Eyeing your surroundings, you try to find exit ten which is the exit he should be at. You notice the huge digital clocks on the building, showing it’s two in the afternoon. 

Just on time. You think as you feel slightly proud for not being late. It’s probably because Jiyoo basically kicked your ass before she went to work saying ‘you better not be late’.

You stop in your tracks, in a perfect distance to analyse your surrounding and localise that guy. There are people mindlessly going however they like, not paying that much attention to everyone else on the street. Just when you think you’ve failed, the idea of waiting and trying to find him irritating you, you spot him. He leans against the street lamp, his eyes gazing over his surrounding – probably trying to find you – before he adverts his eyes back to his phone. You caught a quick glimpse of his plushy lips and you feel your heart shivering. Fuck, does he have to look so good? He wears some loose grey sweater with blue jeans and black boots, looking comfortable but stylish at the same time. His dark hair is covering his forehead, a few strands falling into his eyes as he looks down on his phone. You’re not sure if it’s really him, but it definitely resembles the guy from the picture Jiyoo sent you. So with hesitant steps, and the last sigh of desperation, you slowly walk towards the guy. 

Please, let it be him. Please, let it be him. You pray, not wanting to feel the embarrassment of mistaking him for someone else. 

And just when your eyes are set on him, not paying any attention to anything else, he looks up. His eyes meet yours so fast, that you almost have a whiplash but you remain cool. 

Fuck. It’s him. He even looks better than in the photos.

It only confirms it when he probably realises you’re the one who he’s suppose to meet, his pink shiny lips stretching into friendly smile. He straightens up, ready for you to be closer to him and once you are, your breath hitches in your throat. 

“Hey, are you Jimin?” 

You want to pat yourself for not letting your voice shiver, sounding way more confident than you probably are. But you still could put more effort and empathy to your nonchalant voice. Wanting to remedy it, you send him a crooked smile. 

“Hello, yes that would be me.” He lightly laughs, confirming your thoughts once again as he slightly bows his head. You do the same, feeling a rush of embarrassment in you. 

You’re taken aback from the sweet melody leaving past his lips – his voice. You weren't thinking about how he might sound, but you definitely wasn’t expecting such a soft calm voice leaving his already handsome body and face. Not only this guy looks perfect, he even sounds like it. 

Where are your manners, Y/N?! You scold yourself mentally, hoping he doesn’t seem how awkward you are. But he probably does, when you only stand there looking at him before shifting your eyes on the people passing by, not reacting in any way. 

“So,” He starts, eyes not leaving your totally embarrassed and nervous figure, saying it with a light friendly tone as before. “You booked a Gangnam tour, but it’s fine if you’ve changed your mind. We can do whatever you want for the past two hours and thirty minutes.” 

Blinking, you stand there dumbfounded trying to catch his words. Booked? Gangnam? 

“Pardon?” You let out, still looking at him as if he is some freaking lunatic. Have you heard him right? 

“Well, we could go to coin karaoke, shopping, game arcade or we could just go eat. Whatever you want.” He says, a friendly expression not leaving his face even thought you’re looking at him as if he grown two heads.

“What are you talking about? Jiyoo told me I should show you around.” You tell him, your brows raising at him in question.

This time, his brows hidden behind his bangs furrows in confusion. “Jiyoo? Who’s Jiyoo?” Great, you’re not the only one who is fucking confused by this. 

“Your friend? And my friend?” You ask him dumbfounded, having him stare at you like you’re some lunatic this time. 

“I don't know anyone named Jiyoo.” He speaks, his brows still furrowed, probably equally confused like you. 

Narrowing your eyes at him, you eye him suspiciously before knowing smirk appears on your lips. “Is this some prank?” You ask him, crossing your arms over your chest. If it is, you’re going to kill Jiyoo and probably Jimin as well. She’s just wasting your time with this bullshit when you could've been in your bed, scrolling through your phone. 

“No, not that I know of.” He answers gently, slightly shaking his head. Maybe he’s just great actor causing you to think where Jiyoo found him. She never took an acting class in her whole life. But when you simply stare into Jimin’s eyes, you see how truly confused he is by this. Something is wrong. 

“Wait,” You speak up, your arms unfolding as you brush your hair out of your face. ”My friend, Jiyoo, asked me to come to meet you, so I could show you around before we go to our place.” You explain as best as you can, watching him blink at you couple of times, processing your explanation.

“Woah, no, I’m definitely not allowed to go to your place.” He says, raising his arms in surrender. 

Sighing, you pull out your phone and scroll through your messages with Jiyoo, finding the picture she sent you. “This is you, isn't it?” You ask, showing him your phone with his picture in it. 

“Yes,” He nods, once he scans the picture. But then his eyes slightly widen, when he notices something about the picture. He lets out a soft chuckle, shaking his head as finally understanding something, which you’re clearly still clueless about. “I'm supposed to take you to Gangnam and show you around, because you, but I have the feeling you’re not who did it, booked me.” He explains, causing your jaw to drop. 

Booked him?

“Are you a prostitute?” You almost screech, the thought of Jiyoo booking you a prostitute causing you to feel uncomfortable. Yeah, you don’t go out and hang out with guys that often, but you’re not that desperate. It slowly unfolds to you and you know, that Jiyoo is behind all of this. But you’re not sure what ‘all of this’ means yet. 

“What? Of course not!” He is quick to refute your assumption, his eyes widening. 

“Than who the hell are you?” You burst before you can shut your mouth, your politeness long gone.

“Ever heard about mydaywithoppa?” He asks, causing you to slowly shake your head. “It’s a website where you can book someone, a guy, who will show you around and spend some time with you.”

“So I am basically renting you?” You ask, still processing his words but you have a slight idea of what he is talking about.

“Yeah, you could say that.” He confirms with a small nod.

“This is weird.” You think out loud, having no clue why Jiyoo would do such a thing. This is so fucking awkward and you’re embarrassing yourself in front of this handsome guy, who is probably too sweet and polite about this whole situation. 

“I get it that your friend probably made this booking for you without you knowing.” You don’t know whether he talks because he just wants to say something, so you wouldn't stay in the awkward silence, or because he is figuring it out on his own. 

“Yeah, I think you’re right,” You nod, pulling out your phone to call her but her phone is turned off. She never turns off her phone. “Why would she do something like this? I’ve been living here for three years, I don’t need this. No offence,” You speak, his hands motioning you that it’s fine and he’s not offended. “Although, I do get lost a few times and mostly spend my time in bed but I don’t need this. I’m sorry she dragged you into this, I will personally kill her when I see her. I’m sorry for wasting your time.” You apologise, scowling at the image of your friend. God, you’re going to strangle her once you see her.

“You’re not wasting my time. You, your friend, booked me for two hours and thirty minutes.” He corrects himself, stuffing his hands into his pockets. 

“Well, I think there is no need to do this. I think we should go our separate ways since this is not my doing. I think there is someone else needing your services more than I do.” You’re rumbling, too eager to get out of this awkward and humiliating situation. 

“It’s already payed for.” He says straight away, his eyes set on you.

“What? She even payed for this? She’s such a bitch!” You exclaim, not thinking about your words but it’s too late. You curse out loud, causing a few elders people to scowl at you and you embarrassingly smile. Jimin doesn’t seem too phased by it, giggling at your reaction causing your own lips to twitch. Well, at least he doesn't think you’re fucking lunatic. And maybe he does, but he doesn’t let it show. 

“Well, consider this as free money.” You shrug. 

“I can’t do that,” Jimin shakes his head. “I would feel bad. I’m getting payed for this, so let’s just enjoy this together. I mean, I could show you the right way so you wouldn’t get lost.” He suggests, causing you to bite your inner cheek. 

You’re not sure about this. You’re already fucking embarrassed and as much as handsome angel he is, you hope you never have to see him again. But on the other hand, he is really nice and even if you just spent ten minutes trying to figure out what the hell just happened, his company is nice. And he is looking at you with brown eyes, not letting you feel like an idiot which you feel like. Instead, he is nice wanting to spend his time with you. Maybe he is doing it for his own consciousness but it still feels nice. Having someone wanting to spend their time with you, even though he is getting payed for it, but it’s nice. Although, you just spent a few minutes of humiliation, embarrassment and probably more mixed feelings together, you realise that you don’t feel that panic and anxiety which you initially went here with. 

“I don’t know, this is so freaking embarrassing.” You admit, whining a little bit and stomping your foot to prove your point, not noticing the small amused grin on his lips. 

“I won’t force you into anything. If you really don’t want to do this, we can go our separate ways and forget about this. But I’m giving you the money back. I don’t think I deserve them.” He tells you, scratching the back of his head. 

Having no idea why, you feel the slight guilt inside of you. This is his job, and all he wants to do is his job, which is not only beneficial for him, but for you as well – it depends on how you look at it, of course. And the whole idea of spending some more time with him, finally communicating with someone else beside Jiyoo, your parents and Hoseok – your best friend – doesn’t seem so bad. And maybe it’s just Jimin’s aura that makes you comfortable talking with a complete stranger. 

Although, you do feel irritated with Jiyoo and still plan her murder in your head, you’re already here, standing in the middle of Gangnam full of interesting activities on every corner. Gangnam, location where you’re getting lost too much. 

“Fine, let’s do this.” You tell him finally, letting out a nervous chuckle but all the negative emotions disappear when Jimin’s lips form into a shiny smile, the same he has on the picture. 

“So, is this what you do for your living?” You ask Jimin, who takes a sip from his strawberry milkshake. You can’t help, but grow curious about his job. You’ve never heard about those services but as Jimin explained to you, it’s pretty new in South Korea, but it already is very popular amongst women. As Jimin said, their website is the number one Korean private tour platform. It’s something fresh and modern compared to usual touring guides, like bus tour or just simple guide person who shows you around. This way, it seems closer and more personal. You kind of get people using these services, especially tourists who feels lonely, but you still wouldn't use them yourself. But that’s just maybe from your natural fear of strangers.

“Ah, no. I’m still studying at one of the universities here. It’s a nice way to earn some money.” Jimin answers, playing with the thick straw in his hand. 

You notice silver rings adoring his fingers, which are decorated with veins disappearing beneath the material of his sweater, which looks cuddly and comfortable. You even notice his small pinky finger, causing you to think he’s even way cuter than you previously thought so. He’s not that tall but his height is just perfect – for you, but that’s beside the point. 

“Are you popular?” Jokingly, you wiggle your brows at him causing him to slightly chuckle at you. 

“Hmm, I don’t know. They didn't fire me yet, so I think I’m good.” He shrugs with a grin, adoring his thick lips and you have to look away from the sight, when you feel something jumping in your chest. Fuck, this guy has a talent. 

Pulling and unlocking your phone with your fingertips, it opens to your messages with Jiyoo, which she still doesn’t responds to. 

to: jiyoo

what the fuck jiyoo

is this some prank?

a tour guide really????

Sighing, you close the conversation knowing she still probably keeps her phone turned off, just in case you would go livid and call her until she picks up. “What is the website?” You ask, waiting for his answer as you sip from your banana milkshake. 

“Adaywithoppa.” Jimin answers, watching you as you type it into your search bar and clicks on the website, since it’s the first thing to show.

“Am I suppose to call you Oppa?” You ask, wiggling your brows again with a grin, cringing how it sounds from your mouth. For all you know, he could be younger than you. 

“You can, if you want to.” He says, shrugging his shoulders not really voicing his own opinion. You get it that he’s doing his job, which is satisfy your time and tour spent with him. You would like to know his opinion about it. Does he like being called like that? You want to know, but he’s not here for you to get to know him as if this was date or friend meeting. 

You don’t respond, adverting your eyes back to your phone instead. You’re welcomed with modern minimalistic website and nice picture with some Asian guy who’s holding a tour flyer with a map on it. “BOOK NOW” is shown with a few points saying bookings must be made at least forty-eight hours in advance. There is couple of different sales and discounts as you scroll down, a pictures of guys following right after. 

Alex. 

Lucas. 

Minho. 

Daniel. 

Namjoon. 

All of them has their name and picture below it, showing their faces. Those guys are cute and you know they must be picking them up because of their looks. As sad as it sounds, it’s true. They wouldn’t employee someone not as attractive for people. After all, girls wants cute and hot guy to guide them around Seoul. All of them has some small bio, followed with description of their personality, interests and their favourite places. As you continue with scrolling down, trying to find someone, you find him. 

It’s the picture Jiyoo sent you, claiming it’s her ‘friend’ but you already know it was bullshit. Grinning, you show Jimin your phone screen causing him to shrink in his seat with goofy grin, probably embarrassed. Going back to his page, you start to read it. 

>>L A N G U A G E<<

Korean ∙ Japanese ∙ English

You’re surprised by the amount of languages he speak, and for some reason you find it interesting – attractive, even. Moving to another part of his page, your eyes stay glued to your phone not noticing Jimin’s eyes watching you. 

‘Hello, my name is Jimin :) Welcome to my page & Seoul. I’ve been living in Seoul for more than five years. Currently I’m studying at one of the universities in Seoul. I’m here to guide you to the unknown places for foreigners, which locals usually visit. We will have fun, I promise. Hopefully, I get to see you!’ 

It’s brief and cute, showing some of the Jimin’s cute personality, although, you don’t know him but you can tell he wrote it. Although it’s short and brief, it’s still enough to let you have an idea of who he is.

>>P E R S O N A L I T Y<<

friendly ∙ open-minded ∙ warmhearted

>>I N T E R E S T S<<

Socialising ∙ Music ∙ Dance ∙ Animals 

>>P L A C E S<<

Gangnam ∙ Han River ∙ Itaewon 

Swiping right, you look at a few pictures of Jimin. The first one is on a boat, where he wears blue swimming shorts with a white t-shirt. The next one is him at some restaurant, wearing a black turtleneck with silver earrings in his left ear. He looks freaking good, but you don’t let it show on your face. Moving to the third one, it’s him wearing a Mickey-hat, probably at Disneyland you guess, considering all the lights and carousel behind him. He grins so widely, that his eyes are crinkled showing his teeth in full display. 

Moving to ‘GO OUT WITH JIMIN’, you’re quick to realise it’s price list. 

Customising [2 hours 30 mins]

Make your own traveling with Jimin. If you want to have your own journey with him, contact us now. ₩116 687,00

“What?! 116 687,00 won?!” You screech so loudly, that you shift on your spot uncomfortable when customers in the coffee show you’re in, gives you a weird glances. “She really payed that much?” You huff out, not believing your friend paid so much just so you could spent your time with some stranger. 

“There are some cheaper options.” Jimin answers lightly and he is right. They aren’t much cheaper, but you guess it depends on the time you want to spent with him and the journey you’ll choose. There is plenty to choose from as Han River walk and picnic, Gangnam exploring, visiting Lotte Tower and many more. It’s very flexible for foreigners and you like the idea of it. 

At the end of the Jimin’s page, there is ‘Messages’ written on it. People who probably used his services has written their reviews on him. 

‘He was so friendly and made me feel like we’ve known each other for so long’ 

‘If I ever come back to Seoul, I’ll definitely choose Jimin again :)’ 

‘Thank you Jimin for nice day spent with you’ 

‘Y’all you have to choose Jimin if you are ever considering this, trust me you won’t regret it!!!!’ 

‘He is so beautiful inside and out, wow I think I’m in love lol’ 

It goes on and on, leaving his page with hundreds of messages. Positive messages recommending and praising him. 

“Wow, you’re so popular...” You tell him, locking and putting your phone away, focusing on Jimin’s warm eyes and pink cheeks. “Those girls love you.” 

“Ah, no!” He exclaims, shaking his hands in disagreement before he covers his mouth with stretched hand and palm, giggling. Again, it sounds like sweet melody coming from him and you’re not sure if you ever heard nicer laugh before. 

“Are there any rules on what you can and can’t do?” You ask, once he calms down and you watch him with a slight smile playing on your lips. You’re growing more curious every second about this, finding it rather interesting than weird. 

“Conversation and getting know each other is fine, I mean, you can’t really do this without talking. Holding hands and hugging is fine, but there is no kissing allowed. Also, we can’t give our phone numbers to our customers, they’re only allowed to know our public social media, if we have any and are fine with giving it away.” He explains, using his sweet tone reminding you of hones, for some reason. 

“Are you fine with holding hands and hugging with strangers?” You ask with slightly widened eyes, plopping your chin on your palm. 

“Yeah, I don’t really mind it. I think after almost three hours you get to know that person a little bit more, so it’s not that weird. At least not anymore. We are here to give you a great time and it’s not like holding hands and hugging is too much. Kissing and... activities like that are strictly prohibited.” He answers politely with a shrug, while you nod in understanding. 

“Have you experienced some trouble? Like some girl would try to kiss you?” You ask him, praying you’re not crossing any line with this. “You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.” You add quickly, but he only smiles at you. 

“No, it’s fine,” He assures you with yet another smile, calming you down a bit. “Yes, it happened a few times.” He answers, surprising you. 

Of course, Jimin is attractive and all but you didn’t think someone would actually do it since it’s against rules. Jimin mentioned you earlier that once you violate the rules, you’re prohibited from using their services forever. 

“What? It did?” You almost screech, imaging the whole unpleasant experience it must've been for Jimin. “What did you do?”

“Usually, I would pull away just in time, reminding them of rules. It’s never in my intention to be rude, so I try to do it as politely as I can.” 

“Aren’t you suppose to report it to your company?” You ask him, causing him to nod. 

“Yes. We need to report everything that violets the rules, so they can prohibit those people from coming back. The company really cares about out safety as much as they can.” 

“So, you reported those girls?” You ask him, making sure. You expect him to nod, but he seems freeze in his spot before he shifts uncomfortably. 

“Not every time.” He admits. 

“Jimin!” You exclaim with opened mouth and furrowed brows. Why didn’t he report them? It can get dangerous, you don’t know what desperate women could do. Not mentioning he actually has to report everything. He basically risks his job for women who can’t follow rules nicely.

“They are lonely. They can get the feeling that I’m their friend or something. I kind of understand it, that’s why I try to explain that to them as nicely as I can. They’re not bad people, Y/N.” He says, his brows raised slightly.

“Have you ever reported someone?” You ask him, causing him to nod.

“Yeah, you can think about this whatever you want, but I wouldn’t let it go if I knew I was in some danger. Those women were quick to apologise and never repeated it again.” 

“They come back?” You ask, your mouth falling open. It just confirms your previous assumptions that he’s very popular. You’re not surprised. You’ve spent the last twenty minutes with him and you already got a feeling he’s in the stage of being your friend, which is ridiculous and you know you’ll never meet him again after this. 

“They do.” He chuckles little bit at that. 

“And about those women you reported?” 

“They actually kissed me.” He answers with shrug and you feel sorry for him immediately. It must be awful being touched and kissed by strangers and without your permission. As much as lonely they can get, you don’t kiss someone without their permission. Not when it’s against the rules and that person is practically a stranger for you. 

“I’m so sorry, Jimin.” You pout slightly, without realising causing Jimin to smile sweetly at you. 

“I told you that I’m thinking about my safety.” He reminds you with cheeky grin and you jokingly roll your eyes at him, causing him to laugh again. 

Reaching out for the raspberry cupcake he bought you, the two milkshakes as well, since he insisted on paying, you take a bite. The soft texture of dough is melting on your tongue and you roll your eyes in delight, causing Jimin to chuckle. 

“You wanna taste it?” You ask with full mouth, quickly covering it with your hand even though you think he caught a glimpse of the cupcake in your mouth. 

He surprises you when he nods, causing you to hold the bitten cupcake to him. What surprises you even more is, when he doesn’t take it and instead bites into it as you’re holding it. His eyes flickers to you as his thick lips are wrapped around the small piece of cream and dough. Your breath catches in your throat, causing you to swallow it right after. He pulls away, licking the remained cream on his lips while his eyes are burrowing into yours. You watch his tongue swiping against his pinkish lips before he leans back, giving you an innocent smile. 

What. The. Fuck. Was. That. Your mind is racing just from the simple act. Is he aware of what he has done? 

“Tell me something about you, Y/N...” He speaks up, cutting off your wild thoughts.

“What do you wanna know?” You ask him before you take another bite of the cupcake. Your eyes taking a glance onto the spot Jimin bit into for a brief moment, before you look elsewhere. 

“Anything you’re willing to share.” He says, plopping his elbows onto the table, leaning towards you closer. You’re still in safe distance but you can't help but notice the small freckles on his cheeks and dewy skin. 

“I’m boring.” You answer with a shrug, not really knowing what you should tell him about yourself. You’re not interesting and he might think you’re boring. You’re sure he had much better company, the women before you were probably attractive and talkative. Probably had a great sense of humour as well. 

“I’m sure that’s not true,” He is quick to respond with a shake of his head, eyes slightly furrowing. “Come on, it can be anything.” 

Sighing, you look at him in defeat knowing you would feel awful for declining him, since he shared a few informations with you. Informations which aren’t just basic to tell. 

“I’m twenty-three and I graduated last year,” You begin, seeing the corners of his lips twitch. “What?” You ask nonchalantly, thinking he already finds you boring and regretting asking you to tell him something about you. 

“I’m twenty-five.” He says. Oh, so he is older than you. 

“You’re still in college, right?” You check with him, causing him to nod. Wasn’t he supposed to graduate before you? Well, it depends at what age he entered university. As if he can read your mind, or simply just sees you thinking, he speaks up.

“I had to take a year off, because my mom got sick. I took care for her.” He tells you, surprising you. Your eyes widen and mouth gapes open at the new information. Is he always this opened about his personal life? 

“I’m so sorry to hear that.” You tell him sadly, pouting slightly at him.

“You don’t have to feel sorry, she’s fine now.” He smiles, touched by your empathy. 

You smile back, glad to hear his mom isn’t sick anymore even though you don’t know her. You don’t know Jimin at all as well, but it still caused you to breathe in relief from his information about his mother’s health. 

When you swallow the last bite of the cupcake, your milkshake glasses empty, you sigh in content as you thank Jimin again for paying all of it. He assures you It’s fine and not a big deal as he did previously before he speaks up again. 

“Come on, I have something to show you.” He says, standing up as you do the same.

You don’t feel even a hint of nervousness as in the beginning, excitement replacing it instead as you both walk out of the coffee shop, telling him something about you because once again, he tells you to do it.

“That’s so unfair!” You exclaim, laughing as Jimin scores another point, throwing the basketball ball into the cage smoothly without touching its construction or web. 

He turns around with amused smirk, obviously proud at his another win. “It’s fair, I wasn’t cheating.” He tells you with grin which you rolled your eyes at, before you grin at him again. 

You’re surprised how easy is to hang out with Jimin. You were pleasingly surprised how open he really is. Someone would have thought that he wouldn't share too much of his personal life, but he already told you he is from Busan and came to Seoul to attend one of the universities. But you’re still slightly worried that he shared so much information with you, causing you to wonder if he tells it to everyone. It’s not very safe, but you appreciate it nevertheless. Another thing you were quick to notice is, that he is very attentive. When you were talking about yourself, as he asked, he listened to carefully every word you have said. He nodded along even the most boring thing you probably told him, smiling at you and asking you more questions. He looked really invested in whatever you have told him. Maybe it’s all an act, and he’s just doing his job. But the more time you spend with him, you doubt it. 

That guy even showed you the right way to the bus station, so you wouldn’t get lost again. 

“So, Y/N, do you have a boyfriend?” 

You almost choke on your coke, once you both sit down to rest a bit. “Does it look like I have one?” You mutter, adverting your eyes to him before you look away quickly. 

“I don’t know, that’s why I am asking.” He shrugs, answering your question with easy and soft tone. 

“No, I don’t,” You answer, as if it isn’t obvious. If you had a boyfriend, Jiyoo wouldn't probably book you a freaking tour guide. You’re so lonely, isn’t is obvious? Can’t he see how awkward you were in his presence? Luckily, you’re not as awkward as you were in the beginning but that’s only because of Jimin’s personality. “What about you?” You ask him, looking up at him once again. 

You’re guessing he probably has someone. How can he not? He has all the good qualities, at least that’s what you think from the hour spent with him. He could be totally different person in his personal life – you still have this on your mind. You’re not a person who easily trusts someone, so naturally, you’ve doubts. But would be his someone comfortable with him doing this job?

“No,” He lowly chuckles, looking down to his plastic cup of coke, before looking back at you. There is a question in your eyes which he probably sees, when he even explains himself. “I don’t really have time to have a girlfriend.” 

You don’t know what possesses you, but you feel the rush of joy when he says that and disappointment right after. Fuck, are you getting soft for him? You’ve never felt about anyone like this – at least not about anyone you know for one hour. This is dangerous game to play, not when you heard his terrific stories about women violating the rules and his personal space. 

You spent at the game arcade a good hour, ending with Jimin paying for all of it. Again. He told you they all pay, something he forgot to mention the first time. 

You’re sad to hear, that your little adventure to Jimin is coming to an end, when you notice it’s the last hour you’re able to spend with him. When you see the time, you can’t but bite your lip to prevent a small pout appear on your lips. You notice Jiyoo’s message and your sadness is replaced with annoyance, although, you’re not angry at her. 

from: jiyoo

okayyy, you're not home so I guess you are still with him???? 

I'm sorry but I think you needed this

also jimin is cute isn't he 

You don’t admit it, but you’re thankful for this. It’s nice to spend your time in Jimin’s presence, causing you to think that you should spend more time outside rather than staying in home, wrapped in your blanket while watching k-dramas. That’s still what you will do anyway, but you’re already thinking about balancing it with healthy amount of time being outside. 

“Are you sad, Y/N?” Jimin asks, once there is silence filling the air between you, while you take walk alongside of Han River. There are a lot of couples sitting on the benches, hugging and cuddling each other. You scrunch your nose at the big amount of PDA, causing Jimin to laugh at you once he notices it. 

“Ah, no,” You shake your head, lying straight through you teeth. You would be pathetic if you would tell him that you’re indeed, sad. “This is just nice. I don’t get to have such a fun day too often, if ever to be honest. I’m too busy...” You trail off, not wanting to continue about how pathetic your life really is. 

“You should still relax,” Jimin says softly, his brows lightly furrowed as he stares at the river.  “When was the last time you got drunk? Or just relaxed and did something nice for yourself?” He asks, adverting his eyes on you again. 

“Hmm, last night.” You tell him, causing him to raise his brows in surprise. 

“Really? What did you do?” He asks, once again – the interest in his voice present. 

“I ate some junk food and watched Netflix.” You shrug, causing him to snort. 

“That’s not what I meant.” 

“I don’t get drunk at home. It makes me feel lonely and like an alcoholic.” You tell him honestly, remembering the last time you were home alone, Jiyoo visiting her parents that time. Thinking it would be a great idea to open one soju bottle, but then you opened another and another. You even lost count of how many bottles you drunk, the only thing you remember how you were a crying mess. 

Avoiding Jimin eyes, you still look at him to find him staring at you. And there it is – a look of pity adoring his handsome face. 

“Let’s go for a drink.” He says suddenly, causing you to stop as you gape at him. 

“But you’re not suppose to–” Remembering one of the rules, Jimin cuts you off.

“Doesn’t matter, come on.” He doesn't let you protest, grabbing your wrist with his warm hand. It feels nice and soft against your skin, causing you to blush.

He doesn't let go of your hand until you both stand in front of some bar lightened up with purplish colour. Sitting down, he asks you what you want and when you give him a shrug, still look of surprise visible on your face, he orders soju. 

“Are you hungry?” He asks, checking his phone before he puts it back to his pocket.

Maybe you would be, if your stomach wouldn’t be so shrunken. There is nervousness, excitement and curiousness washing over you every few seconds, an awful mix to even let you think about food. So with a soft smile, you shake your hand and bow to waitress who brings you soju. 

“Can’t you get in trouble for doing this?” You ask, once you take the second shot. Jimin acts like this is not weird at all, like it’s totally not against the rules. But somehow, he ignores it until you ask him straightforwardly. 

“Why do you care so much?” It doesn’t come as bitter from his mouth, instead he grins at you. 

“I’m not worth the trouble, Jimin.” You tell him honestly, watching him gulp the third shot. He licks soju off his lips as he brushes his fingers through his hair, showing you his forehead for a brief moment. He sure does look cute and hot with his current hairstyle, you can’t imagine him having a different one where he shows his forehead.

“Come on, drink up. I’m one shot ahead of you.” He says instead, ignoring you for the first time. 

“Are you trying to get me drunk?” You ask him, narrowing your eyes at him. He chuckles, but it doesn’t come as sweetly as previously, a low sound leaving his lips. 

“No, I’m trying to get you relax. It’s up to you how many shots it will have to take to let you loosen up.” He says mischievously, causing you to roll your eyes but you still grin at him, taking the third shot.

It’s not until the, whatever shot you’re about to take since you lost count, you notice the time. 

“Shit, our time is already up.” You tell him, causing Jimin to look across the table to the time on your phone. 

Yeah, your time ended like three hours ago. Jimin thinks and giggles at you causing you to look at him. Jimin’s cheeks are flushed and they resembles to you as well. You’re both tipsy but not that drunk. 

“Don’t worry about it.” He waves his hand at you, motioning for you to let it go but you frown instead. 

“But–”

“Y/N, stop thinking about it. I’m spending some time with you, in my free time because I want to.” He says, your breath hitching in your throat.

“Are you doing this with all the girls?” You ask him, frowning at him again. This time he frowns at you, not liking the way it sounded from your mouth. 

“No, I don’t.” He answers simply but doesn’t give you any explanation. 

You don’t know how to feel about it. Should you be happy that he’s spending his free time with you? The time he’s not getting paid anymore? Because once those words left past his lips, your heart picked up its pace and you panicked. So you took another shot right after, your nose scrunched at the taste. 

“Okay, I think you’ve had enough.” He tells you, once he notices the grimace you just made.

“You wanted me to relax!” You exclaim, reaching for the bottle and what’s left in there, but Jimin snatches it just in time. 

“But you’re relaxed.” He says, drinking it instead as you glare at him. He only laughs at your expression, causing you to do the same. You can’t be angry nor annoyed with him. 

When he pays for all of it, causing you to have a small argument about who’s paying, which of course Jimin won, you walk out of the bar to be met with cold air and rain. You hug yourself almost immediately as he does the same, the goosebumps rising on his neck. 

“Fuck.” Jimin curses for the first time that he’s been with you, eyeing the rain. You’ve the same reaction as him, not even surprised by his sudden curse. There is no way you both have an umbrella and you both will be drenched in rain when you step out from under the roof. 

“My place is near, I’ll call you a cab there.” He says, thinking out loudly. You ignore the way you heart jumps at the ‘my place’, meaning he’s inviting you over. 

“I can call a cab right now.” You tell him anyway, already pulling out your phone but Jimin grabs your wrist, stopping you. 

“It’s cold. You’ll warm yourself a bit and then you can go home. I wouldn’t want you to be sick. It was my idea to go to the bar, so please, let me take care of you.” He says, his eyes sparkling in the daylight and sighing, you know he won. 

The idea of you coming to his place seems inappropriate but you can’t help, but nod at him as he gives you a winning grin. 

It probably wasn’t Jimin’s best and smartest idea to run to his place without any umbrella, causing the both of you to be wet by the rain, dripping on your clothes wetting your hair as well. You don’t notice Jimin’s place too much, too occupied by taking off your shoes. But once you do, you’re surprised how tidy it all looks. It’s small, one of the smaller apartments, but it still looks welcoming. 

“I’ll make us some tea,” Jimin says, taking off his sweatshirt as you’re watching him, revealing his white t-shirt which rides up, giving you a glimpse of his slightly tan skin and v-line. Gulping, you look away, noticing a small frame laying on the small commode in the entrance. He’s hugging older woman, who smiles widely and after a few seconds studying that picture you assume, it’s his mother. “Are you wet too much?” He asks, his tone innocent and you feel guilty when you start coughing, thinking about something else. 

He seems to catch on you quickly, his lips stretching to a huge grin as he shakes his head at you. “Y-yes, but it’s fine.” You wave him off, not wanting to be even bigger burden than you already are. 

But of course, Jimin has some other plans. “Nonsense, I’ll give you some clothes you can change yourself into. You’ll get sick if you will stay in those drenched clothes, come on.”

He’s right and you feel uncomfortable in those clothes ever since the first drops fell on you. Your clothes are sticking to your skin, causing you to uncomfortable shift on your spot every now and then. That’s why you don’t protest, simply trailing behind Jimin. 

A fresh smell of mint is present in his apartment, probably caused by the round diffuser in the corner of his living room. He leads you to his bedroom, which is small, pretty similar to yours with size. His double bed is taking almost all the space in his room, causing only his wardrobe fit in his room. There is nothing too much to notice, other than some clothes hung on the end of the bed and simple lamp on his nightstand. 

“Sorry, it’s a mess in here. Didn’t think I would have someone over.” He apologises as he opens his wardrobe and starts pulling out some clothes for you to wear. 

“I thought you live in dorms.” You think out loud, wandering your eyes to his window. A nice view of buildings can be seen but other than that, it’s nothing special but still nicer than your view. 

“They pay me well, so I thought about living on my own.” He explains, handing you some of his clothes. 

“Thank you,” You smile, taking it from him. “Aren’t you lonely alone?” You ask him. 

Jiyoo is annoying you most of the time, but you can’t imagine living alone. At least not this moment. It’s nice having someone home, someone you can always talk to and knock on their door, knowing they’re just in the other room. And Jimin sees like a very social person, that’s why you’re surprised by him living alone. 

“Funny for you to mention that, because yes, I get lonely. But luckily, I have this job so I get to spent some time with my clients, also I hang out with my friends a lot and if not, I’m usually studying.” He answers with so much ease, causing you to be slightly jealous about how well he manages the loneliness. 

“Can I ask you something?” You ask him, looking at him through your lashes as he nods. “Why did you invite me over? And why did you spent your free time with me? You could've just left after those two and half hours.” You ask him what’s been bothering you ever since he proposed those drinks. 

He chuckles and looks down for a second, before giving you all of his attention. “I saw how lonely you are.” You’re surprised when he says it so straightforwardly, causing you to feel embarrassed. He noticed it even though he didn’t know you? He still doesn’t, but he could catch a glimpse of your personality.

“So, it’s just because you feel sorry for me?” You frown, crossing your arms over your chest watching his eyes widen but you don’t budge. You actually feel offended by that, although, you know he’s right. You are lonely. And he showed you today, that you don’t have to be. All you have to do is to go out whenever Jiyoo asks you, and find new friends. But it doesn’t change the fact that you mostly feel offended, because he’s doing this because he pities you. You don’t want anyone to feel pity about you.

“No!” Jimin says immediately, his eyes still widened as he dryly swallows. “That’s not why, I swear! I think you reminded me of me, when I get home and there’s no one. It’s just me and I get lonely too much sometimes. And I actually like your personality.” He says, smiling little bit at the end.

You snort at that jokingly, but still feeling satisfied with his answer – that is, if he’s telling the truth. But the more you see the warmth and kindness in his eyes, you start to have the feeling that he’s telling you the truth. “Thank you.” You almost whisper, your smile disappearing and honesty filling your face instead.

He smiles, so georgeously, that you bite the inside of your cheek to prevent to react in some other way. “Now go to change or you’ll get sick.” He says, shooing you with his hands and you laugh, while he shows you the bathroom you can change in.

It’s small and minimalistic, but still clean which is slightly weird for a guy. But you don’t want to have some stereotypical thoughts, so you just settle in with the thought that Jimin is neat and orderly. When you are done, Jimin is already changed waiting for you on his small sofa with two cups of what seems like a tea.

“Sit down.” He says, but instead of coming it like an order, it sounds sweet and pleading. So you do, plopping yourself next to him, your knees almost brushing because his sofa is small, suitable for only two people.

Reaching for the tea, you tell him soft ‘thank you’ which he only smiles at, grabbing his own. The smell of mint fills your nose once again, but this time it’s coming from the tea. Blowing some air into it to make it not so hot, you take a careful sip from it, moaning at the taste of it. It’s minty but he added a sugar into it, making it taste fresh and sweet. It constantly warms you up. Sitting down on his sofa, staring at the small frames of him and his family, Jimin sitting next to you, the guy your friend booked for you to give you a tour of Seoul – it’s almost unbelievable what happened today. It’s ridiculous you’re at his place right now, but you feel excited about it although, you shouldn’t. A chuckle leaves your mouth while Jimin gazes at you with the question in his eyes.

“Isn’t this just so weird and funny at the same time?” You ask him, chuckling once again once you look at him. The guy who has his picture on the website, the picture you admired – and hundreds of girls – is now sitting next to you. Not only that, but he even took you to his home and borrowed you his clothes, which feels softly against your skin and the smell reminds you of flowers, caused by his fabric softener.

“What do you mean?” He asks, cocking his head at you once he puts down the tea. He turns to you, comfortably laying against his plushy sofa. It’s small but very comfortable and your ass feels like in heaven.

“Well, just look at how this day turned out.” You say, his eyes crinkling as he laughs at that. He knows what you’re talking about and he nods, agreeing with you.

“Actually, I like how it turned out.” He speaks up after a moment of silence, his eyes settling on you. Your whole body shivers once he looks so honest and serious as he says it.

“You are?” It’s pathetic to ask, but you still do with a little voice looking at him with your doe eyes and lips half opened. You wish you could read Jimin’s thoughts, but he’s very opened, reacting straight away with a gentle smile.

He doesn’t say anything, his eyes wandering on your face and although, you do feel slightly nervous under his intense gaze, you don’t budge and instead do the same to him. You watch him opening his mouth, teeth nibbling on his plump bottom lip before he licks them, just like he did when he took a bite from the cupcake he bought you. Dryly swallowing, you watch the movement not able to look away. The corners of his mouth curls upwards in faint smirk, an act of confidence when he sees your observant eyes. His hair is parted in the middle, showing you a different vibe than when you met him. He looks almost devilish, the cute boy you saw hidden somewhere under it. 

“Y/N,” He drawls, looking at you through his hooded eyes shifting from your eyes to your lips. You blink at him as you feel your heart somewhere in your throat, wondering what is he thinking of. Why is he looking at you like that? He has a weird look on his face, almost as pleading you for something. He watches you with hunger but he stays put, not moving an inch closer to you. “Can I kiss you?” He asks so softly, that your heart melts before you hear your heart drumming in your ears. 

“W-what?” You’re dumbass. You always knew it but you can’t help but ask him, not believing your own ears. He surely didn’t say that. Jimin doesn’t react with chuckle like he usually does, instead he leaves his eyes fixed on you.

“Can I kiss you?” If he feels self-conscious, he doesn’t let it show as he is confidently staring at you. 

Jimin wants to kiss you? This surely isn’t real. You never got the vibe that he sees you more than just a woman that her friend booked him. And he was the same to you, even though you weren’t the one wanting his services. Yes, he caught your eyes immediately and his plushy lips, gosh, you wanted to kiss them from the first moment. It’s that one detail on his face that catches everyone’s attention and you wonder how they taste like. Are they soft as they look? Shakily, you take a breath straightening yourself. 

“Yes.” You answer, regretting it as soon as it leaves your mouth when Jimin doesn’t move. You thought he would launch at you, taking the chance and kiss you quickly.

But you’re proved wrong when he takes his time, his hand lightly touching your cheek, moving to your cheekbone before he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. He cups your face with his one hand, scooting closer to you as he brushes his thumb against your skin. “Come here.” He mumbles softly.

You move your body into action right after his words, maybe too eagerly but you can’t help it. You scoot closer to him, so close that he grabs you by your hips and puts you on his lap, causing you to yelp in surprise. 

“Is this fine?” He asks, shifting on his spot to make himself and you more comfortable. Biting your lip to prevent a whimper coming out of your mouth, when your crotches brush against each other, you look at him causing him to suck in breath. 

“Yes,” You nod, hastily wrapping your arms around his neck. “Is this okay?” You ask him this time, wishing you could be confident. Unfortunately, it’s been a long time since you were this close to another man. More accurately, two years. 

Two years ago, you got your heart broken by a dumbass that thought you’re boring and that he wants someone who can enjoy themselves more. He didn’t say that when he fucked you and you had to fake your orgasm. Your relationship became unnatural and fake. Rather than being heartbroken because of your long relationship, you were more hurt by the insults. He disappointed you because you never thought he would be able to say such a hurtful things to you. 

“I’m going to kiss you right now.” Jimin cuts off your unwanted thoughts by cupping your face into his both arms. Fortunately for you, your awful unappreciative ex is long forgotten when Jimin gives you a smile.

You’re so close to him that you can smell his fabric softener mixed with his faint cologne, suddenly making it feel like the best scent in the whole world. He smells nice, that’s a good thing. 

“Kiss me, Jimin.” You whisper, causing him to smile widely showing you his white teeth before he dives in. Before you can proper register his closed eyes, you do the same as you feel the softest touch of his lips. 

He kisses your lips a few times, a faint smell of soju on his tongue, before he pulls away. Opening your eyes, you’re met with his shining eyes and warm smile. You blink feeling your lips tingle and you push the urge to touch them away. You wouldn’t even have time to when he dives again, this time moving your lips against him, putting more pressure. Your fingers tangle into the back of his head, grabbing his hair as your hold on him tightens. Your skin feels hot, just from the single making out but you can’t make yourself stop and neither does Jimin, when he grabs your thighs, gripping them tightly in his hands. A moan slips out of your mouth, right into his mouth and you hear him chuckle against your lips. You kiss for a few seconds before you both pull away, having to catch a breath.

And again, when you open your eyes you’re met with Jimin’s subtle eyes and smiles. His thumb graces over your bottom lip, which is swollen by all the kissing. You don’t know what takes over you, but you dive to kiss him first, wanting to feel his lips against. No one ever kissed you this good and your mind is clouded with the urge to feel him again. 

“I think we should stop.” Jimin says smoothly, causing you to stop and gape at him embarrassingly. Fuck, maybe he thinks you’re an awful kisser. Or he didn’t like it so he just wants to stop. 

“O-oh, okay,” You mumble, obviously embarrassed and caught off guard by his rejection. “Um, I should call the cap.” You tell him without looking at him, even though you feel his eyes set on you. Wanting to get off from his lap, and save yourself from the embarrassment, you’re surprised when his arms hug your waist holding you tightly not letting you go. 

“Y/N.. It’s not like I don’t want to kiss you because, shit, I really want to.” He tells you with saddened gaze after seeing your reaction. You’re like an open book for him, which is funny, because he met you just couple of hours ago. And maybe you’re just easy to read. 

“No, it’s okay.. I got it.” You don’t but you want to leave and forget that this ever happened. Not when you feel so freaking embarrassed for wanting to kiss him again. One time you’re finally confident to do the first move, you’re rejected which hurts your ego more than you’re willing to admit. 

Jimin doesn’t let you go, holding you even tighter when you squirm in his lap and he bites his lip. “I can’t kiss you again because I can’t promise you what would happen after.” He says and you frown, cocking your head at him in confusion. What the hell is he aiming at? 

When he sees your oblivious face, he looks away for a moment before he bucks his groin into yours causing you to gasp. Your panties already stick to your heat, ever since he kissed you and grabbed you tightly. Maybe that’s why you initiated the kiss again, your body filled with lust causing you to feel more confident than usual. And when you feel the slight tent in his sweatpants that he changed himself into, the realisation hits your face. Because you’re not the only one who feels the lust. 

“Are you hard?” You ask just in case you got this all wrong. 

“I’m getting there.” He chuckles, massaging your hips with his fingers.

“I want to kiss you.” You’ve no idea where this shameless is coming from, but you don’t mind it. 

“I want to kiss you too.” He tells you truthfully. 

“Then kiss me. What are you waiting for?” You chuckle, not understanding why he is holding back. 

You can feel the darkened gaze as you say those words but it disappears when he looks away with sigh. “Y/N, I don’t think...” He trails off, not being able to continue. 

This causes you to frown at him and you grow irritated with him because he was the one who kissed you. He was the one who wanted to touch and kiss you. Why is he suddenly backing off? Because he thinks he won’t be able to stop?

And that’s exactly what he tells you, not easing your deep frown.

“I don’t want you to stop.” You tell him confidently, eyes boring into his showing him your other side. 

“I don’t want you to regret this..” He says, the concern evident on his voice as he still keeps touching you, his fingers moving against your hips in comfort way. 

“I won’t.” It comes right after you hear him, causing him to grin as he lightly shakes his head at your eagerness. 

It takes him three seconds to kiss you again, this time with much more rush and intensity, hands on your hips gripping them so tight that it starts to hurt but you don’t mind. He bites into your lower lip, pulling it slightly before kissing you so hungrily that you barely catch a breath between his kisses. Gripping his shoulders, you mindlessly buck your hips into his, feeling the small tent in his sweatpants. He sighs into your lips, before trailing kisses down your cheek, chin and then neck. You shamelessly moan while Jimin brings out your wild side you never thought you have. He makes you feel so many new emotions and you’re scared but eager to feel more at the same time. When he comes back to kissing your abused lips, this time he involves his tongue and you welcome him, kissing him back as much as you can while grinding your hips into his. He groans, his length visibly hardening as you can feel it and you shamelessly curse a low ‘fuck’. 

“I think I’m gonna cum in my pants.” He says breathlessly, this time you’re the one who kisses his neck, sucking his skin there. You feel proud – proud to know that you’re having that effect on him.

Jimin probably doesn’t know, but your panties are sticking to your heat, the wetness between your legs becoming uncomfortable and arousing at the same time. You’re caught off guard when you're being lifted in the air, Jimin holding you tightly in his arms, not struggling with your weight at all. It surprises you because despite of his height, which isn't actually that short, he is quite strong. It looks like he is working out and takes care of himself well. 

“Where are we going?” You ask breathlessly, your arms secured around his neck fearing he might drop you, although his hold on you is tight and strong. Even you know he wouldn't drop you, at least not intentionally. 

“I’m not gonna fuck you on my sofa.” He chuckles, your heat clenching at the dirty words. 

He struggles with opening the door while still holding you, but he manages to open it after all, causing you to giggle at that which he only playfully rolls his eyes.

The fresh smell of his sheet is filling his bedroom, as he carefully places you on his bed. He is quick to crawl to you before he hovers you, showering you with his sweet and intense kisses all over your face, trailing down your jaw, neck and then ending at the collarbones. You arch your back, wanting to feel him more. Although, his kisses are nice, you need more. This is not enough to satisfy the lust in the pit of your stomach and Jimin probably feels the same, when you look down noticing his pretty much hard length. 

“So impatient...” He mumbles against your skin and you annoyingly groan at him. He’s teasing you, you’re of that when you hear a smirk in his voice. 

“Jimin, please,” You plead him, looking into his dark eyes, sparkling with mischief and lust. 

“Please what?” He smirks, holding himself at the sides of your head, causing the mattress to dip. 

“Are you seriously doing that?” You grumble, causing him to laugh while he slightly throws his head back. 

“Hmmm... what?” He hums, fingers gracing over your exposed collarbones and your breath hitch at the feeling of the soft touch.

“Jimin,” You speak up, while he hums letting you know he’s listening but still carries on with slowly tracing your skin. “Fuck me.” 

His eyes find yours, the smirk disappearing from his lips and lust overtakes his features. He is sure his cock just twitched and he growls, before he kisses you hungrily. Moaning into his lips, you feel his hands under your t-shirt, or more like Jimin’s which he borrowed you, gripping and touching your skin there.

“Can I take it off?” He asks, fingers fidgeting with the hem of his shirt which you’re wearing and you eagerly nod, already taking it off by yourself. He chuckles, the sound so beautiful that you chuckle as well before his eyes snap at your chest.

He is met with your black lace bra, pushing up your breasts perfectly. Biting his lips, he questions you, glancing between you and the bra. You nod, giving him permission to take it off as well and he is quick to move, his hands skilfully taking it off without struggle. You raise your brow at him and he only shrugs with a grin, not commenting it. Once he takes your bra, he holds himself not to stare at your naked and exposed breasts, but he is a man with current hard on which is almost uncomfortable so naturally, he does look and his breath hitches. He has seen breasts, a nice ones. And maybe it’s because he liked you from the very beginning, finding you attractive, but he thinks you’ve the most beautiful breasts. The perfect size with hardened nipples which only turns him on even more, his cock twitching the proof of it. But he doesn’t say that to you, scared that you would find his thoughts weird and probably running away. But he doesn’t know that there is anything that would lead you to run away. Not when the most beautiful man is hovering over you, staring with you so much hunger and lust that you’ve never felt this way. You’ve never seen anyone wanting you this much. 

Before you can think about how perfect Jimin is and all the incredible emotions he makes you feel, you hear him latching onto your right nipple, tongue circling around the sensitive bud causing you to gasp. He grabs your other unoccupied breast, moulding it into his palm. He starts to suck your nipple, your his bucking up again but this time he doesn’t let you, pressing his one hand on your bone hip to pull you down. He does the same to your other breast, causing you to whimper every now and then under his touch, your heat clenching as you feel more spilling out. When Jimin pecks your two breasts, he pulls away with his lips being more swollen than usually, with satisfied smirk. You’re panting watching Jimin with hooded eyes. Fuck, you almost came just from his mouth on your breasts. 

“Can I continue?” He asks, his fingers playing with the hem of his sweatpants that you’re wearing. Gulping, you eagerly nod not trusting your voice. However, Jimin isn’t satisfied with that and he leans down to peck your lips, but he doesn’t pull away, his lips inches from yours. “Tell me.” His breath fans your mouth, causing you to bite into your lower lip.

Letting go, you lick your lips while Jimin eyes the movement. “Please, continue.” You whisper while Jimin smiles, hooking his fingers under the hem of sweatpants and pulling them down, surprising you when he pulls down your panties as well. You weren’t expecting that and you let out a yelp of surprise.

But the first thing that comes to your mind isn’t about how nervous you might be. This is first time Jimin sees you down there. What if he thinks he you’re not pretty down there? What if you stink down there or he simply doesn’t find your smell pleasing? But even that isn’t the first thing to occur your mind. It’s – thank god I shaved this morning. You snort at your thoughts causing to Jimin look up, gazing at you questioningly. 

“Continue.” You tell him instead, trying to hide your smile. He frowns in confusion but chuckles after, not questioning you. Instead, he spreads your legs and you self-consciously go to close them but Jimin doesn’t have any of it. He stops you before you can close them, glancing at you with warm eyes. 

“Do you trust me?” He asks, the question catching you off guard. And the lust behind his eyes disappear for a moment, kindness and caring replacing it. 

“Of course I do,” You tell him softly. “I just... it’s been a while since I, you know, have been intimate with someone and...” You trail off finding it difficult to find the right words to properly explain yourself. 

“Hey, I get it. I haven’t been with anyone in months.” He admits, causing your eyes to widen. That’s not possible. There is no way he isn’t having sex with anyone. Just look at him. He is perfect inside and out. 

“You’re lying.” You mutter. 

“I am not,” He says, frowning at you. He doesn’t like the fact you think he is lying. “You don’t trust me?” He asks, sounding so small suddenly. The confident and cocky Jimin leaving for a moment. 

“It’s not like I don’t trust me,” You speak up, trying to defend yourself when you see the hurt on his face. “It’s just hard to believe.”

“What is hard to believe? That I’m not having sex with anyone?” He almost chuckles at that, but the frown is still present on his features. 

“Yeah, isn’t is obvious?” You ask but he only cocks his head, not really understanding you. It’s funny in a weird way, because he sits between your legs, your wet cunt on display in front of him and here he is, having a conversation with you. “Jimin look at you. You’re attractive, not only outside but inside as well. Women must be swooning over you.”

“They do,” He admits, grinning at that almost proudly but you know it’s all an act, a joke from his side when there is nothing just gentle smile on his lips. “But that doesn’t mean I’m using that to my profit.” He points out and you start to feel like an idiot. 

“Fuck, I know, I didn’t mean it like that. I just thought... you know what I’m trying to say.” Sighing, you frustratedly hide your face into your palms.

A gentle touch pulls away your hands, Jimin’s eyes meeting yours. They’re so soft and nice, not a single hint of frown in them. 

“Y/N, I could say the same thing about you,” He speaks up, releasing a sigh. You’re the one who is confused right now and before you can question it, he continues. “You’re so beautiful, but not only that. You’re funny and so interesting to listen to and just spend the time with. I’ve never felt like this about anyone. That’s why I invited you here, not because I wanted to have a sex with you. Don’t get me wrong, I do want that because look at you. You’re gorgeous. But I invited you because I wasn’t ready to let you go and not to see you anymore. I wanted to spent more time with you, even if it meant us sitting awkwardly next to each other and having nothing to talk about. But that wouldn’t be the case, because we clicked off almost immediately. So, I’m the one who is surprised you don’t have anyone.” 

You’re blushing throughout the whole time he talks, your heart hammering so fast and loud that you’re scared he might be hearing it. “Are you serious?” You ask him quietly.

“Dead serious,” He looks straight into your eyes, keeping his gaze fixed on you to let you know, that he really is serious.”I wouldn’t lie to you.” 

Your heart warms at that, natural smile appearing on your lips before you can properly register it. He strokes your knees, moving down your thighs slowly opening your legs more. He doesn’t look between them, his eyes solely focused on you as he waits for your permission, and when you nod while biting your lip, he drops his eyes with almost too much difficulty. Your glistening heat is still on full display to him and his mouth drops open before he leans down to lay comfortably between your legs. Plopping yourself on your elbows you look down at him, his mop of hair right in the middle, making you torn between finding it incredibly arousing or ridiculously funny. 

“What are you doing?” You ask him instead, even though you have an idea what he is about to do. And he answers you with licking a long stripe against your cunt, collecting your wetness and ending at your clit, which he pecks as soon as he swallows your wetness. You gasp, your elbows not being able to hold you anymore and your back collides with his soft mattress. 

He doesn’t stop, nor you want him to. Not when he repeats the whole process a few times before he basically makes out with your cunt. Dirty sounds of slurping and kissing fills his small bedroom, causing you to blush. You hope there aren’t too thin walls but not that you care when he starts to flicker his tongue over your clit, making you to see stars. Your fingers naturally sink into his dark hair as you pull them harshly when he enters you with his tongue. 

“Jimin... fuck,” You moan out shamelessly, all the shame and shyness you had before is long gone. He makes you like you know him for a long time and you completely forget the fact that you just me him today. You don’t know whether that’s good or the actual opposite, because you should feel ashamed. But you don’t and your thoughts are forgotten yet again, when he starts suck and fucking your glistening hole with much pressure. 

You feel the familiar yet unknown knot in the pit of your stomach, knowing he’s bringing you to your edge. And you’re ready to take everything he has to give and when you start bucking your hips into his mouth, thighs clasped around his head while chanting his name, you’re taken aback when he pulls away.

He sits down, his whole chin and lips wet from your arousal but you can’t feel any embarrassment, not when he looks like a fucking God. “W-wha... I was close!” You stutter and end up with exclaiming frustratedly, the fire in you slowly fizzling out. 

But Jimin doesn’t feel sorry, not even when he sees your dark eyes watching him to wipe your wetness from his face with the back of his hand. “I want you to cum around my cock.” 

Gasping, you’re caught off guard by his dirty tongue, surprising you that the sweet boy you’ve spent you day with is absolute devil between the sheets. He brings different aura and light into the room. Not letting his words to affect you that much, you close your mouth and playful smirk appears instead.

“Then what are you waiting for?” You ask, stretching your legs more so he can look at the mess between your legs. A mess which is all for him and he knows it, that’s why he growls before he takes off his shirt. 

Abs. It’s the first thing you notice way before he even takes the shirt over his head. Your little assumption about him working out was right and his body is nice. Way nicer for a girl like you. But you don’t let your self-conscious to get involved, not when Jimin is looking you that way. Like he wants to destroy you. A deep v-line disappears in his sweatpants, where his huge bulge is hidden behind the material. Sitting down, you want to be the one who takes him out of those, you’re met with his slightly surprised face and you motion for him to lay on your previous spot. And eventually he does, but not before he stares at you for a few seconds. 

Slowly, you palm his knees seeing his muscular thighs clenching under his sweatpants, moving up to them. They’re firm under your hold, clenching and unclenching every now and then. You watch him carefully, waiting for any reaction from him but other than occasional thighs shifting he doesn’t react too much. He’s holding himself back or you’re just doing a shitty job of making him feel good. So you decide to palm his firm bulge. It’s bigger than your palm and you have to move your hand more to touch all of it.

“Don’t tease.” He breaths out, finally reacting somehow. Looking up under your lashes he curses under your breath, seeing your eyes more darker from this angle. He is frowning and you smirk at that. He is frustrated.

But you feel playful tonight, the pleasing tingle between your legs appearing again, so you continue, ignoring him. Deciding not to wait, since you’re too eager and horny, you hook your fingers under his sweatpants and boxers at the same time like he did. His length springs free and as much as you want to admire him, you feel his eyes on you, so you decide to take the clothes off him first. And when you throw it somewhere behind you, you focus on his naked body sprawled in front of you. You’re both naked, admiring each other as you finally take a proper look at his manhood. You don’t have much to compare it with, other than you ex which you don’t really want to think about, and some porn you saw few months ago, but you know he has a good cock. He isn’t extremely long, just in the right size in a perfect curved angled, his head glistening with pre-cum. His girth seems to be thicker than average and it only confirms, when your hand doesn’t wrap around it fully.

Jimin gasps, mostly surprised by your sudden move and touch, his head thrown back with mouth opened, as you stroke him. “Shit, you’re quick.” He breathes out making you chuckle, a proudness washing over you. 

“Are you complaining?” You ask, a hint of confidence in your voice as you’re watching him while he has his eyes shut, enjoying your stroking. You never thought you could be so shameless, but here you are. 

“N-no, I’m just surprised.” He says with his usual light and innocent tone, his whole persona shifting back to the Jimin you met. Where is the devil you just saw a few minutes ago? 

“I am full of surprises.” You hum, causing his eyes to snap open as you lean down, tongue circling over his head, tasting him for the first time. It’s bitter and little bit salty, but it’s not that bad. Not too bad for you to pull away with disgusted face. 

“Fuck,” Another curse leaves his mouth as he keeps his eyes opened, looking straight at you. “I can’t wait to find them out.” He says shamelessly, his jaw prominent as the dark look in his eyes is back and it causes you to blush. Hoping he didn't see that, you take his head into your mouth, sucking it like a lollipop. Man, it’s been a long time since you’ve given a handjob, not talking about a blowjob but you probably do well, when Jimin curses again. 

It makes you proud and confident, seeing him falling apart in front of you, a weird feeling of dominance washing over you. So you decide to take another step, trying to take him into your mouth more. It’s difficult because he is thick, your jaw already hurting from the way you’re stretching as you slowly try to take him into your mouth. You can’t take all of him, when it becomes too much and your eyes sting with tears, a gag reflex coming. Before it can, you slide your mouth up before continuing right down, not letting yourself to take too much. As much as you would love to, you’re not ready to choke yourself on his cock. Jimin’s fingers find your hair just like your found his, when he was the one between your legs, causing you to moan when he pulls them. Groaning, he tries to lay down no to buck his hips up as you feel his cock twitch inside of your mouth. 

Continuing with your movements, your head bobbing so fast that you don’t even catch a breath, Jimin’s curses in form on your name resounding between his nonchalant wall colours. 

“Stop, stop, stop, fucking stop.” He tells you suddenly, pushing your head away, but still does it gently not to hurt you. 

You wipe the spit with your palm, wiping it into your naked thigh, Jimin whimpering at the sight. “What?” You ask him, seeing him breathing heavily as he lays back down, his hair sprawled across his beige sheets. His cock is still standing upward, screaming for attention and you’re very close to give it to him. 

“I almost came.” He mumbles, not looking at you and you almost have a difficulty to properly hear him, but you do, your lips stretching into a triumphant grin. He almost came? You’re that good? You can’t wait to tell Jiyoo. There is a silence between the two of you, his chest heaving as you are watching him but then it clicks. He is embarrassed as he hides the rosy cheeks from you and you can’t help but giggle. He frowns, finally looking at you. 

“Jimin, I almost came too. If you didn’t pull away, I would have cum.” You tell him through your giggles and Jimin can’t help but the slightest smile appears on his lips. 

He wants to tell you the reason he is embarrassed. It’s because he never felt something so intense and this hot towards anyone. No one made him cum just from a five minutes handjob and blowjob. He feels like he’s fifteen again and it embarrasses him. But when he sees nothing but relatability in you as you giggle, not making a big deal out of it, he doesn’t want to ruin it by talking this out. So instead, he sits down, pulling you by your hips closer to him. There is a sweat creating on both of your skins, but none of you care. You have to feel each other. And that’s exactly what you do when Jimin turns you around in swift motion, your back hitting his mattress again.

“I want to fuck you so so bad,” He almost whimpers into your neck, sucking your skin there while you throw your head back in ecstasy. Your nipples are perched up, rubbing against his chest, while his free hand grazes over the curve of your ass. “But I need to ask you – do you really want this?” He asks, pulling away with almost painful look. 

His caring and humble personality should warm your heart, and it does, but the hunger you feel for him is much stronger at the moment, your denied orgasm irritating you and making you even more eager. 

“Yes, yes, yes. Please Jimin, just fuck me.” You never beg. At least that’s what you thought, thinking about it as some kind of humiliation but you don’t care, putting all your previous opinions away.

“Fuck, okay.” He says, reaching for the nightstand beside his bed, with one leg on the floor while the other one stays on the mattress, causing it to dip under his weight. He rummages through the nightstand, the sound of things slamming against each other can be heard, but it doesn’t look like Jimin cares. You finally hear him shutting the drawer, a box of condoms in his hands. 

Raising your brows at him, you look at him causing him to sheepishly nod. “I have them just in case, I haven’t used them.” He answers, opening the box up. 

He is right. It’s a new box of condoms, unused, a foil protecting the box ends up somewhere on the floor while you watch him pulling out a condom. He’s quick to put it on as he makes himself comfortable between your legs.

“Is this okay?” He’s asking you about the position. Missionary position must seem boring but you want to see Jimin when he finally fucks you, and you’re sure he wants the same, so you nod pushing your hips up to emphasise your need. 

Chuckling, he breathes out a relaxed breath as you feel the tip of his cock nudging your sensitive clit. Whimpering, you grab his forearms which are beside your hips. He collects your wetness with the tip of his cock, trying to lubricate it for easer entering. And once he finally slowly pushes in, you bite your lip to prevent it from another whimper escaping your mouth. Your witness is helping him slide in easily, but you still feel the burn since it’s been a while you’ve been stretched this much. As Jimin slowly pushes in, inch by inch, he carefully eyes you in case he would hurt you, despite the long need to close his eyes and enjoy your tightness around him. 

Fuck, he feels like he is going to burst now. 

He fills you to the brim, his brows scrunching mimicking yours, as he waits. He stays there, letting you adjust as you slowly breath in and out. Nodding you nudge his arms, letting him know it’s okay to move. And he does, but not until plopping his hands at the sides of your head, causing you to grab his shoulder. Wrapping your legs around him causes you to feel him brush against your walls in a different way and you gasp. Jimin goes down to kiss you, his lips meeting yours shortly before he slowly pulls out just to push right back in. 

It’s slow and oddly romantic, letting you both adjust of the feeling of each other. You wish there wouldn’t be any plastic between you two, so you could feel him better, but maybe next time. If any next time will be. Not wanting to focus on these thoughts, you rather focus on the way Jimin starts picking up his pace, still eyeing you if you’re fine. When he sees nothing but lust in your eyes and moans spilling from your mouth, he clenches his jaw and starts to bucking his hips in animalistic speed. 

“You’re clenching me so tight,” Jimin groans, not stopping for a second as his eyes keep on locked on you. “You’re taking me so well.” He continues, causing you to clench around him, his face burrying into he crook of your neck.

You feel his hot breath on your skin, your bodies wet from sweat but none of you care, as you wrap your hands around his frame, your nails digging into the skin of his back. It’ll probably leave red marks, but you kind of hope it will. It will be a nice remainder of you for him. You let your hands room his back and even his perky ass, feeling how he is rutting into you with synchronised thrusts. 

“Fuck, Jimin.” You curse as he brushes past your g-spot, causing you to see the stars. You forgot you even have it in the first place. It’s like you’re having your first sex for the first time, just without all the unknowing feelings and uncomfortable burn you feel during the first time having sex. 

“You like my cock?” He asks through his teeth, the dirty words spilling from his mouth. “Tell me.” He urges you. 

“Yes, I like your cock so much.” 

People closer to you, would have never guessed you would say such a dirty words and even you are surprised by your shameless dirty talk. Suddenly, Jimin pulls out, the coming pleasure slowly leaving away, but it happens to fast when Jimin turns you around, your stomach laying against his crumpled sheets. He pulls you by your hips, your ass up as you feel him entering you again. He is fast, impatient to satisfy your both’s needs. He starts to buck his hips roughly into you, causing you to slipping him and he growls, before he grabs you harshly by your ass. You moan out, feeling a slap on your ass right after. You would never guessed Jimin is a spanking type, and neither you thought that about yourself, but you’re getting used to Jimin bringing your unknown desires. 

“I– close.” You manage to stutter, hoping he heard you and he probably did, when he slaps you again before he reaches down between your legs. Finding your clit, he pinches it couple of times and you feel the familiar knot, your ass bucking into his abdomen in desire to reach your end. 

“Come on, cum for me, baby.” 

Baby. 

Your heart twists in a weird way, a butterflies enveloping your body as you let out the biggest moan mixed with groan in a form on Jimin’s name, letting go. Your walls clench around his cock tightly, making it hard for him to fuck you fast. He fucks you through your orgasm, your face pressed into his pillow, probably smudging it from your mascara and make up. You’re getting too sensitive and you whimper, when he stills fucks into you. 

“W-wait, I’m close.” He manages to tell you, his own movements getting sloppy before he lets out a low groan, spilling himself into the condom. It’s the hottest sound you’ve ever heard and you naturally clench around him, causing him to stroke your ass. When he starts softening, he slowly pulls out causing both of you to hiss. 

He kisses you into your hair, before you don’t feel his warmth anymore. Turning yourself on the back, you look at the plain ceiling trying to catch your breath. You haven’t had sex too many times, but you’re sure, this is your best one. Jimin comes back with wetted cloth and familiar warm smile. He is still naked, his length back to its usual size which is still quite big, despite of it being in its natural state. Blushing, you look away when you catch yourself admiring his soft cock. If Jimin noticed it, he doesn’t let it show and crawls to you. He probably went to grab your the wetted cloth and dispose himself of the ruined condom. 

He kisses you, so softly as if it was your first kiss before he gently starts washing you. You blush, but Jimin only gives you a faint smirk and continues to wipe away your cum. So you enjoy his delicate hands and touch, and occasional handsome smile your way before he lays next to you, pulling you to his chest. 

It surprises you, but you welcome it with opened arms, finding it oddly calming and domestic. 

“Is it weird that I feel like I have known you for so long?” You ask quietly, filling the room which reeks of sweat, sex, your perfume and Jimin’s cologne. 

“I feel the same.” Jimin says softly, playing with your hair gently.

You’ve never had one night stand, is it even one night stand? Even when you first saw Jimin, you knew he is perfect, but you never thought you’d have sex with him. And it seems kind of funny and weird to meet him this certain way, because he was only supposed to be your tour guide. A tour guide you never booked and thought you need. The sudden realisation hits you and you pull away, sitting up from Jimin’s touch. But he stills find you, hand slowly caressing your lower back.

“What’s wrong?” He asks sweetly, continuing to caress your naked skin as if he hasn’t worship it enough. 

“Jimin, we broke the rules. You could get fired for this.” You tell him, looking at him while widened eyes while his eyes are focused on your back, before he calmly stares back at you. 

“So I’ll get fired, I don’t really care.” He shrugs and your mouth falls open by his unbothered state.

Doesn’t he need the money to pay the rent and college? He said it himself that this job pays well. Probably way better than some part-time job he could find. 

“But we, you, could get into a lot of troubles.” You point out, surprised by his calm behaviour. This just must babe surely important for him but now he's just acting as if it was nothing. 

“Technically, our meeting ended way before we even got here. I don’t think there's any trouble for the both of us, since we can do with our free time anything. The rules only applies when we’re working,” He shrugs, remaining his calm state. He pulls you by your arm, your body falling next to his as he kisses you into your hair. “And honestly, I don’t fucking care. As long as you let me take you out.” He says and you swear you stopped breathing. 

Did you hear him right? You’re frozen, barely blinking as you slowly look up at him. He bites the inside of his cheek anxiously, waiting for your response. 

“Out? You want to take me out? Like a... like a date?” You don’t want to assume anything, nor want to embarrass youself by asking him that, but you have to be sure you’re both on the same page. 

“Yes,” He answers in a heartbeat, confident with his answer. Your heart picks up its pace that never seemed to left in the first place. “I want to take you on a date. Would you like that?” He asks, suddenly looking so small, waiting for you reaction. 

He looks at you with doe eyes, and you can feel his heart beating against his chest aggressively. He’s nervous. You smile, not wanting him to feel that way. Not when you want to jump from the happiness. “Yes, I would like that very much.” You tell him, his lips stretching into a widest smile you’ve ever seen. He’s  enveloping you in a hug and showering you with many kisses, causing you to giggle from the ticklish feeling. 

“Ew, Jimin you stink.” You push him away, the smell of sweat and sex lingering on his skin. You’re sure you smell just like him. And you like it. 

“Alright, alright. I’m gonna take a shower, you wanna join?” He asks, sitting up while looking at you from behind his shoulder. 

“Hmmm, yeah. Let me just text Jiyoo.” You tell him and he nods, standing up completely shameless about his nudity and you admire his perky ass once more, before he disappears behind his bathroom’s door. 

Standing up yourself and putting on one of his shirts that ended up thrown on the floor, you hide your shivering body. It’s cold without Jimin. Slowly walking to the living room, you find your phone laying on Jimin’s coffee table. As soon as you unlock your phone, Jiyoo’s messages basically jump on you. 

from: jiyoo

where are you

omg you were supposed to be home like four hours ago 

seriously 

where the hell are you I am getting scared

y/n this is not funny

I'm sorry for doing that to you but please text me

I am scared something happened to you

if this is some prank you got me just text me

I am this 👌 close to call the police

to: jiyoo

calm down, I’m okay

Her message comes in a minute, meaning she probably was waiting for your message.

from: jiyoo

thank fucking god

where are you?????

to: jiyoo 

I’m with your friend ;)

You reply with a smirk on your lips, seeing a dots appearing on your screen right away. 

from: jiyoo

my friend?? who are you talking about?

you mean jimin?

y/n????!!!

But you don’t reply, locking your phone with a smirk still present on your face and putting it back onto its previous spot. You hear your phone vibrate with another messages, but you don’t bother to open them wanting Jiyoo to taste her own medicine. You know she’ll investigate you as soon as you come home, but for now, you just focus on one thing. You find the bathroom quickly, hearing the water flowing behind the door enough clue for you to know where it is. Stepping into his already steamed bathroom and already pulling the shirt off you, you step into the shower with Jimin. It’s tiny and you both barely fit there, but you both smile at each other. 

“You know I won’t keep my hands for myself seeing you like this.” He says, chuckling little bit at himself and you do the same. 

Your hands find his hard abs, which clench under your touch. “Who said I want you to keep them for yourself?” You ask with raised brow and Jimin smirks, already backing you into the wall, his body pressed against yours.

A few people rush past me, each one alight with wonder as they bask in the weather. It’s the first official snowfall of winter, and it’s certainly making an impression. This may very well be a record breaking snowfall here in Seoul. 

My phone ringing pulls me from my thoughts and I grin as I see the caller ID. 

“What’s up, Chim?”

Jimin’s boredom is evident in his tone of voice. “Absolutely nothing, that’s why I’m calling you. What’re you up to right now?”

“Just finished up some shopping, I’m heading back to my apartment right now. Want to come over?”

“That could be fun...” There’s a hint of hesitation in his voice. 

“Did you have something else in mind?”

“Well the boys were talking about having a bonfire tonight, they said it’d be really cool with all the snow. I was wondering if you’d want to come with me and then we could leave early if it’s lame.”

“Is this one of those times where you use a lame excuse and blame me for having to leave early?”

“Exactly! You’re so smart.”

Rolling my eyes, I look at the setting sun. “I guess we can go. Just swing by my apartment, I’ll be ready.”

Jimin does just that, his bodyguard showing up at my door about thirty minutes later and leading me down to the car where Hobi and Jimin are sitting in the backseat. Hopping in, I pull my scarf down enough to grin at them.

“What’s up losers.”

Hobi feigns offense. “Are you calling me a loser?!”

“Oh,” I give him a sheepish smile. “Of course not. We all know there’s only one true loser here.” Giving a pointed look at Jimin, he gets up and switches seats so as to sit beside me and elbow me in the ribs.

“Rude. Are you always like this when it snows?”

“Pretty much. So who's going to be at this thing?”

Jimin shrugs. “Most of the other guys, I think Bam Bam said he might drop in? I know for sure that Moonbyul is going, as well as Yeonjun.”

The driver takes us out of the city and toward the location where we’ll have the bonfire. Once we arrive, I can see Yoongi and Jungkook huddling over a fire bit and struggling to make a fire. 

Jimin, ever the entertainer, hops out of the car pulling me with him. “Don’t worry guys, we’ve got it!”

I look at him incredulously. “What do you mean, we?” Laughing as Jimin begins building a little tower of sticks, he waves me over to the fire pit. 

“Don’t tell anyone,” he whispers, “but I brought a lighter. You start rubbing these sticks together and I’ll light them on fire. They’ll think we’re amazing.”

Jimin and I have been good friends for about a year now, and I think we get along so well just because I’m willing to go along with all the strange things he does. We've certainly gotten into a fair share of trouble as a result, but we have so much fun doing stupid things that we can’t be deterred. 

Beginning to furiously rub the twigs together, I hardly even notice Jimin pulling a lighter out of his pocket. He looks around to make sure nobody is paying attention, which nobody is since Bam Bam arrived and is already wreaking havoc. With a flick of this thumb, the lighter ignites and he brings it to the makeshift tower of sticks. 

The wood catches the flame, which is great. 

What isn’t so great is that my scarf also catches fire. 

"Park Jimin!” I shout, stumbling backward. Jimin looks up at me with a confused expression before he drops to the snowy ground. Before I can even think to do anything other than beating at my scarf, I’m hit directly in the face with a snowball. 

A round of gasps go around the small clearing, accompanied by the sound of the flames sputtering out on my scarf. 

Sputtering, I open my eyes to see Jimin standing before me with his hands still outstretched from throwing the snowball. 

“I...” Jimin steps forward, looking like he’s caught between laughing his head off and running for his life. “That could’ve been worse.” 

“We literally just started a fire and you’re saying it could’ve been worse?” I glare at him as he shrugs his shoulders. 

Looking down at my scarf and seeing the singed ends, I let out a dark chuckle. The fire that is starting to burn nicely in the fire pit lights up Jimin’s terrified expression. 

“How long do you thing it will take for ARMY to know you’re missing?” I ask, giving him a sickly sweet smile. 

Jimin doesn’t even bother to answer the question, instead turning and clearing one of the benches that surround the fire pit and running like his life depends on it. 

Satisfied, I sit down and look around until my eyes land on Moonbyul who’s stifling a laugh while holding a bag of marshmallows. I pat the seat beside me. “Let’s roast a s’more, shall we?”

It takes Jimin a while to realize that I’m not even chasing him, and when he returns he’s red in the face and panting. He sees me sitting beside the others, chatting it up with Moonbyul. Glaring, he plops down on the other side. 

I keep fiddling with my scarf, trying to hide the burn part. “Hey,” Jimin takes the scarf and tucks it in to my coat. “I’ll buy you like sixty new scarves.”

Snorting, I shake my head. “No, it’s fine. It was funny.”

“Really?” Jimin looks surprised, although he shouldn’t be. We’ve gotten into enough trouble together that he should know by now that it takes a lot more to get me mad. 

“Really. S’more?”

“Will you roast it for me?”

I roll my eyes even as I begin roasting the marshmallow over the fire for my friend. 

I would be lying if I said that I didn’t feel a little embarrassed. I rarely hang out with this many famous people, most of them I don’t know well enough to joke around with. And now with my scarf burnt, a crease between my brows as I worry about the impression I’ve made, and my back aching from holding this marshmallow over the fire, to say I feel a little insecure is an enormous understatement. 

And don’t get me started on how flawless everybody looks in our small group. The more I look at everyone, the more I sink in on myself. I don’t belong here. 

Almost as though reading my mind, Jimin eases the roasting stick out of my hands and continues the task himself. 

“Psst.”

My eyes don’t leave the fire as I respond. “What?”

“You look pretty.”

A little shocked I look at Jimin who only smiles back at me, reaching up to fix my beanie before turning back to face the fire. 

Some part of me knows that I don’t look extraordinarily pretty right now, but I also know Jimin. 

Jimin is kind. Perhaps the kindest person I’ve ever met. He knows when people are hurting, and he knows how to comfort them. 

He must know that I’m embarrassed. He also knows better than to call me out on it, seeing as that would only add to my embarrassment. So instead he turned it all around, and chose to focus on something else entirely. 

Looking around our small circle comprised of some of the most beautiful people in the world, I sit up a little taller. 

I think I’ll choose to believe him. 

When you heard the door to the apartment shut, you wondered if maybe, just maybe, you were overreacting. But then you remembered how you had spent all yesterday slaving away in the kitchen making macarons for your little brother’s last day of school party, and how Jimin had shamelessly eaten every last one. And then, when you confronted him about it this morning, your eyes swimming in tears, he didn’t even apologize. Instead, he wrapped you in a tight hug, pressed kisses to your face and neck and shoulders, and whined about how he just couldn’t help himself— just like he did every time he upset you.

And usually it worked. Usually, seeing Jimin immediately pout and work his way into your good graces with disgustingly sweet affections caused you to forgive and forget his wrongdoings. Maybe it was the hours of effort you poured into the multi-colored sweets that encouraged you to shrug out of his grip and pout at the edge of your bed. Maybe it was the guaranteed look of disappointment that would settle upon your little brother’s usually smiling face if you showed up to his elementary school without the required homemade treat.

Or maybe— maybe you were bothered by the fact that Jimin never actually apologized for hurting your feelings. Not that he upset you often or anything; your happy memories with Jimin far outweighed the bad. But as you shuffled into the kitchen to hurriedly make cookies, all you could think about was how Jimin dashed out of the apartment without even uttering a simple “sorry.”

You pulled into the school parking lot a little late. But as you raced through the hall, clutching the chocolate chip cookies, you muttered to yourself, “Better late than never, I guess.”

Bracing yourself for your brother’s frustration with your tardiness, you stepped into the classroom with a weak smile. However, you were met with an immediate hug around your waist.

“Y/N! I’m so glad you made it!” You brother stared up at you with sparkling eyes, nearly hitting his head on your container of sweets. “Oh, you brought something too?”

“Yeah, Squirt,” you nodded and ruffled his already messy hair. “What do ya mean—”

He pointed to Jimin, who was engrossed in polite conversation with your brother’s teacher. “Jimin showed up and brought these colorful cake things.” Apparently, your brother had been holding a half-eaten macaron when he hugged you. “He said you were running a little late, but he didn’t say you were bringing extras!” As your brother’s voice raised in excitement, some of his classmates surrounded you and asked to try your cookies. You reacted by placing the container on the desert container. You tapped your brother’s shoulder to distract him briefly from the kid informing him that he was, in fact, the coolest kid in class with the coolest sister. “Enjoy, Squirt.”

And you maneuvered through the kids to stand next to Jimin, who was now standing alone in the corner of the room. “My brother said you brought macarons?”

He had been scrolling through his phone; when your voice suddenly sounded next to him, he jumped, and met your gaze sheepishly. “I— yeah. I didn’t really understand why you were so upset with me this morning. I mean— I know I shouldn’t have eaten your stuff. But then I saw on the calendar that today was your brother’s last day of first grade, and I felt so bad that I ran to Jin’s place and begged him to teach me how to make macarons.”

“And how did Jin react to you showing up at his house so early in the morning?” It was all you could bring yourself to ask, opting to lovingly tease Jimin rather than respond too emotionally around all the first-graders.

“Well, he was still wearing his pajamas.” Jimin laughed at the memory before melting into into a deep blush. “But then he yelled at me for eating the macarons in the first place. Apparently they’re really hard to make, and you must have worked really hard, and then I ate them all and didn’t even apologize.”

You awkwardly averted your gaze as you mumbled, “Yeah, well, you kinda made up for it. My brother was really happy to get a dessert from both of us.”

“About that—” he laughed, “— Jin actually made them all by himself. He just made me stand in the kitchen and rehearse my apology over and over again.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at Jin’s methods. “Oh really? Let me hear it then.”

Jimin dramatically cleared his throat before taking your hands into his own. “I am very, very sorry, Y/N. And from now on, when I upset you, I’ll apologize with words instead of kissing you until you forget that you’re mad at me.”

Dropping your voice to a whisper, you noted, “I mean, you could always do both.” But when Jimin gawked at the statement, you simply said, “Anyway, I forgive you, Chim.”