#bts park jimin
Pairing: OT7 x M!reader
Genre: Angst, Fluff
A/n: Wow, a once in awhile post? Maybe I’ll continue, it depends if I get inspired to write again!! Anyway enjoy!!!
Summary: Be careful who you love and be careful of others feelings, because in this world each heartbreak chips away at your emotions until you feel empty. (In other words, another AU similar to Hanahaki but not)
Prologue
The (h/c) haired man looked blankly outside the window, feeling numb and empty. There was no joy or sadness watching the birds fly in the beautiful sky as sunset, that he used to love so much, turned to night. There was nothing, and he wished he could hate it. But he couldn’t, right now he was just an emotionless doll waiting for a doctor to fix him and the man only wished he listened to his mom when she said to be careful. He laid down and closed his eyes to remember what brought him to the cold white room of a hospital.
The world was both lovely and cruel as humanity evolved where feelings and empathy mattered more than anything. People were more considerate on who they truly loved as they learned that each heartbreak will take away emotions from the person who has been hurt. Luckily, it wasn’t something small like unrequited crushes or small fights with a friend/lover or something unavoidable like death taking away a loved one. No, when someone you love and hold dear betrays you or crushes your heart and trust is when your heart is chipped, the more important they are in your life, the bigger the chip. Of course, the world has found a way around a feeling empty forever. If it’s a couple of chips then simple therapy and medicine will help heal you with time but for more severe cases and those who are completely empty, there is a procedure performed where doctors will piece and fix the broken heart but at the cost of the memories of those who broke it. May it be parents, lovers, best friends, anyone who hurt the person will be forgotten.
(Y/n) learned to be careful from his mother as his father left them when he turned 5 and saw his mom become less caring, not completely but her love became less apparent. While his father was never there enough for (Y/n)’s heart to chip, his mother suffered greatly, she got better after a few years but she had told him to make sure that the person he chose to love was true and to never hurt them like his father did to her.
He knew to be careful who he gave his heart to but then in college he met someone who made his heart beat fast, Kim Seokjin, an acting major who was slightly older than the other. They hit it off when they were paired up for a scene in an acting class, and were often teasing each other and trying to get the other to break character in class. On one of their practice days, Seokjin took the other back to his dorm to practice where he met his 6 bandmates. The 6 were enamoured by the scene they performed and cheered for their hyungs. After that, the (h/c) male often visited the dorms to hang out and cheer on his new friends as they trained and debuted.
(Y/n) found that hangouts were either loud and exciting as a whole or small group or a quiet one on one with a member. Of course, the male was never with one member for too long as another would join soon after, pouting (mostly the maknae line) and wanting attention. This escalated to a day where they all fought for (Y/n)’s attention and while the other found it flattering, it got tiring dealing with the same squabbling and confronted them about it. It led to the band looking away and turning red from embarrassment as they sputtered excuses. (Y/n) expressed his concerns of him not wanting to ruin their band if they’re going to fight because of him and he’s willing to leave them alone if he’s causing them too much trouble. They quickly went to him and tackled him to the ground in a group hug, yelling not to leave and saying it’s because they all were trying to court him and see who he would choose.
It was (Y/n)’s turn to flush red and let out a small “oh”. He then started to laugh, much to the others confusion and hurt. (Y/n) apologized and quickly explained that he didn’t realize that they were actually flirting with them and felt stupid(to which all of them denied and said he’s amazing). He admitted to having crushes on all of them but didn’t want to choose and hoped they would rather be friends rather than someone getting hurt if he chose only one. They all cooed at his sweetness and shared a look and nodded.
They said they’re willing to share if the other will have all of them and (Y/n)’s eyes widened as he asked if they were sure. The boys answered him with kisses making him laugh and kiss them back with the same enthusiasm. They were the happiest men in the world. This was it, this was love, it was all theirs to cherish and to hold.
Until… The love slowly disappeared.
Genre: Angst/Fluff
Pairing: Park Jimin x Male Reader
A young man sat on his bed, curled in on himself as he looked at pictures of a happier time on his phone. Pictures of him and his loved one, the man who made him the happiest, who helped him when everything seemed to go wrong and comforted him when he cried. But now, that man was gone. No one can wipe away his tears, tell him that he’s perfect in every way and silence his insecurities, the same ones that in the end drove the man away.
So the one left behind cried in their once shared room, muttering one small phrase, “(Y/n) come back, please? I’m sorry.” Over and over.
He looked over the half empty room, devoid of most his ex lovers things.
Their last fight was one of the worst, all because he accused his love of cheating with his band member, while (Y/n) tried to explain that wasn’t the case, the demons in his head made him scream at the innocent man. He yelled, poking at all his lover’s own insecurities and scenarios that (Y/n) did that were fabricated in his head. The other looked hurt as he screamed for him to leave and never show his unfaithful face to him again and did just as he told. He packed most of his necessities and quite a few clothes before taking his leave without a single goodbye but with hesitance waiting for his lover to call out for him, to hold him back in his arms but he slacked his shoulders when he realised that the other was too in his head to try.
The memory haunted him but before the lonely male could break down and cry about his mistakes, his phone rang, without looking at it he answered immediately, hoping it was the person he lost.
“Jiminie-hyung? It’s me, Taehyung, we’re worried about you since you haven’t been to practice in a couple of weeks.” The voice said, disappointing the crying man.
“Yeah Tae. I’m fine, just under the weather. I have to go.” He muttered before hanging up, despite the protests on the other end.
Tears started to stream down his face again, Jimin couldn’t help but start sobbing again as the silence got to him again. He laid his head down on (Y/n)’s pillow and snuggled into it, smelling the shampoo and scent he missed so much. There he cried himself to sleep, praying for his lover to come back.
When he woke up an arm was wrapped around his waist and a soft snoring was heard behind him. Jimin quickly sat up and brought a hand to the waking male’s face. He let out a sob of relief when he felt the warmth he longed for the past few days. The other smiled softly at him, sitting up and wrapping his arms around the crying man.
Jimin cling to him like he was going to disappear and cried out, “You came back! You came back. I’m sorry for what I said-“ He rambled.
(Y/n) let him, while running a hand through his lover’s hair. After a few minutes he shushed him and quietly said, “It’s okay. I’m here now, my Mochi. I missed you, I couldn’t go anywhere because you are my home. While you said things that hurt me, I love you so much and I’m sorry I left you here to your demons when I know they torture you.”
Jimin sobbed saying it wasn’t his fault, but the other shushed him and laid them both back down. (Y/n) hugged him tighter, repeating that he’ll never leave again, and that he loved Jimin forever and more. Soon enough, they fell asleep once more, in each other’s arms, with small smiles and dried tears.
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Group: BTS
Member: Park Jimin
Type: Multi-part series 1/?,fluff, smut, Bad Boy! Jimin
A/N: Please note that this will be multiple parts and that some of them will contain smut and sensitive language.
|| Once you enter my territory, you’re mine ||
Deep down, we all have a dark, mysterious side, which is just waiting to be uncovered by us.
We all want to make bad decisions, at least once, just to see where they’ll take us in the end, even if they’ll end up haunting us. It’s the thrill to rebel, to not follow rules, which makes it exciting to step out your comfort zone and discover the person you’ve always envied to be.
To me, it’s always been the complete opposite. I’ve always wanted this ‘dark side’ to stay buried deep inside of me, so that no one will ever reach it.
Unraveling this ‘mysterious’ and I guess, maybe ‘charming’ side of mine, terrifies me so much, that just the thought of stepping out of the norm, makes me want to step directly back into it.
When my eyes fell asleep, I’ve always dreamed of dating bad guys, the ones that make the wrong decisions seem so right, break your heart a dozen times and make it seem as if nothing in the world is wrong. Dreamed of sneaking out late at night on weekdays, with the innocent intend of watching over-rated Netflix shows with the High School womanizer and end up making out heavily and missing the entire movie.
But these dreams will never be anything more than my deepest desires until one day, I finally have the guts to step out of my norm.
Look at me.
I stretched the thought across the wide hallway to the lockers on the other side. Or more specifically, to the boy standing in front of those lockers.
He was cursing as he spun a lock dial back and forth, every so often tugging on the latch and then throwing his head back when it refused to budge. I liked the way his muscles moved under his shirt when he tensed up to try again.
“Thirty-two, thirteen…no, thirteen, thirty two…shit!”
He banged his hand on the locker in frustration, then turned to lean against it, blowing a thin strain of hair out of his eye.
Look at me, look at me.
Not that I had any idea what I would do if he did look at me, but I wasn’t exactly practicing my invisibility. I had pushed my grey ski cap back off my face – not far enough to tease out any curls, but far enough that if he looked my way, he might see my eyes.
But he didn’t. Look that is.
His gaze was focused on one end of the hall instead, his eyes narrowed in a laser-like search. I wondered who he was watching for and hoped, beyond reason, that it wasn’t a girl. And then, he disappeared as soon as the bell rang.
Alone in the hallway, I squared my shoulders and lifted my chin.
I’m glad he didn’t look at me.
But the problem, with having only yourself to talk to is you always know when you’re lying.
I rambled over the school’s empty hallways, while everyone was long gone. My footstep echoed in the stretched hallway, that just a few moments ago, was packed with the most different kind of students. When the final bell rang, they suddenly were no longer any different.
All stormed for the exit and aiming for home. Except for him.
Park Jimin.
5’8 with pitch black hair that matched his dark brown eyes perfectly, part of the school’s Hip-Hop dance team, womanizer and what you may call, ‘a bad boy’. Rumor has it that he’s had over twenty girlfriends as of December, with no longer than a week gap between each. But at the beginning of January, he ended it with his twentieth capture and had been single for over two weeks.
Rumors spread across school quickly, some said that he had finally come to his senses, other’s side that he had fallen in love with someone unreachable and the football jogs claimed that he had wandered through the opposite shore because we were no longer able to satisfy his needs.
But no matter how many rumors were spread about him at school and no matter how many parties he went to long after his practice ended, he was always the most dedicated, hardworking person I’ve come to meet.
When I thought I’ve killed enough time and was positive, that he and his team would have been long gone, I made my way to the school’s dance studio. At first, Park Jimin, leader of the Hip-Hop Unit, was the only person allowed keys to the studio but after I’ve showed our principal that I’m worthy of owning my own set of keys, he allowed me to practice after they finish, as long as I clean up after me, and them.
When I arrived at the door’s, I carefully placed my bag down and put my ear against the door to ensure that no music was playing.
When I could’ve sworn that I heard footsteps and beats, I concentrated on the noises more but before I was able to hear them again, they were gone and the door swung open.
I stumbled into the dance studio, directly into his arms.
He held me by my shoulders so that I wouldn’t fall and kept his hands there a little longer. I carefully looked up at him through locks that slipped out of my cap from the abrupt stop and could feel the blood rushing into my cheeks.
“Sorry-,” was the only thing I was able to stutter out before he took his hands off my shoulders and laughed quietly. “We’ve decided to practice a little longer today since they don’t seem to remember the correct choreography,-“his eyes moved down my body slowly, carefully eyeing my attire. “but we’re down for today.”
I nodded, taking a step back so that I could breathe freely without breathing in his strong mixture of sweat and cologne and let him and his pack walk past me.
Once I heard the door shut behind me, I gasped for air, realizing that all the things that could’ve gone wrong at our first interaction, just happened and that I, for certain, would not be his 21stgirlfriend.
Not that I ever thought I was able to be.
He always aimed for the classic High School bitch. Girls that don’t care about anything else but their reputation, hair and nails. Girls he can break up with without them even batting an eye. He didn’t care about the wallflowers of the school and to my luck, I was one of them.
I quickly erased the thought of him out of my head and sat down in front of the mirrors to stretch. For less than two hours, there was nothing standing between me and my confidence.
For the limited time given, I didn’t have to worry about fat shaming, body issues, sweaty strings of hair sticking to my forehead or being a straight A-student. For two hours, I’m at one with the music.
I was ready to go through the choreography to one of my favorite songs when suddenly the doors busted open and Park Jimin stepped in once again.
I stared at him in the mirror, my heart beating rapidly fast. His eyes quickly moved from my behind up my body and met my gaze in the mirror. “I forgot my keys at home. Don’t forget to lock the doors when you finish, okay?” he asked and I nodded hesitantly, smiling at him carefully.
And in that moment, I could’ve sworn that all the things that were said about him were not what he truly was.
Youngmi~
