series summary ↣ all jimin wanted to do was get his career back. but thanks to his bosses, he’s tasting wedding cakes instead of training for a comeback. but, with you by his side, he might be enjoying it more than he cares to admit.
pairing ↣ lawyer!reader x solo artist!pjm (ft. ot6)
genre ↣ arranged marriage au, fallen idol au｜fluff, angst, smut
chapter warnings ↣nsfw(18+) but also a sickEning amount of fluff, unprotected penetrative sex (contraception is used), not a lot of foreplay but it’s all very soft, hints of dom!jimin but still v soft, a bit of cum play and cum tasting, creampie, some fingering, some mild dirty talk, praise kink, jimin says get consent or perish, it’s all supposed to be just sweet n cute, mild alcohol consumption, language
chapter notes ↣ the chapter title is taken from the lifehouse song! this one is mostly just fluff and smut (finally). i’m sorry it’s so long idk what happened! hope you guys like it anyways! xx
Before moving to Seoul, you had been particular about researching everything about the city, down to every last, seemingly insignificant detail. In anticipation of every situation you could possibly face in the unfamiliar metropolis—you had packed meticulously, making sure to include appropriate clothing, countless Seoul-living reference books, and comfort items you knew you would miss from home.
Upon arriving, you had been completely confident that there was nothing in Seoul that could surprise you. You knew what weather to expect, how to navigate between any two points within the city limits, where to go for the best barbecue.
But the universe was hell-bent on proving you wrong, it seemed.
Because you certainly had not been prepared for the events of the past week. Not the cheeky cuddles on the couch, not the endearing texting throughout the day, and definitely not the shy, lingering kisses before work.
Neither of you dared to ask the question of what it all meant, too insecure in your blossoming feelings to risk destroying everything with the terrifying reality that the two of you were due to get married in less than a month. The circumstances weren’t exactly conducive to a budding relationship, and you both knew this would only serve as complications in the grand scheme of things.
But when it was only the two of you, just stolen glances and lingering touches intimately shared, it was all too easy to pretend that none of those problems were real. Jimin seemed dead-set on proving to you that your leap of faith would be worth it, and you selfishly couldn’t stop yourself from indulging.
