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Masquerade II: Welcome to Burlesque & Balls. PART 7. [BTS x Reader fic]

With a mask, you could be whoever you want to be. You could be someone completely different, or you could be unabashedly yourself.

**DISCLAIMER: Since this is the second saga of MASQUERADE, there will be SPOILERS! So if you haven’t already, it is HIGHLY RECOMMENDED that you read Masquerade first before this for context and for better understanding, plus you won’t spoil the ending of that story for yourself. ;) **

Link to previous story here: MASQUERADE

Summary: Being the receptionist of Club Masquerade and working as a barista wasn’t quite enough to make your ends meet comfortably, so when a new place opens up nearby that’s looking for attractive females to perform in a neo-Burlesque club, you jumped at the chance for a new job and a chance to do something more than sitting behind a desk or counter. But just like your financial status, your love life wasn’t all too great either. When it seemed like all hope was lost, fate had other plans for you. Unexpected suitors waltzed into your life in various ways, and unbeknownst to each of them, you play the field, hoping to overcome your fears and finally find Mr. Right among them…

     But it seems you’re not the only one keeping secrets.    

Link to Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8

Club Au, Masquerade Ball Au, Burlesque Au

Taehyung x Reader x Jimin

Fluff & Smut

Originally posted by booptae

Originally posted by sugutie

           You shoved Jimin off the seat and grabbed your dress underneath him, covering yourself hurriedly.

           "WHAT THE FUCK PARK JIMIN?!“ You screamed.

           He jolted awake from being thrown onto the floor of his car.

           "What the fuck Y/N? I was slee–” Then he spotted you, trying to hide your bare body while staring at him in utter horror.

           Then it hit him.

           "Oh shit.“ he breathed as he realized his mask had been removed. "Ummm…”

           "For fuck’s sake cover your dick up!“ You chucked him his boxers and massaged your temples. "Oh my god. What is happening?”

           You were dizzy. Then something lit up in your mind and you burst out into laughter. Jimin stared at you worriedly as he pulled his boxers on.


           "This is a joke, right?” You pointed, amused. “You’re pulling my leg. Good one, Chims.”

           Jimin scratched the back of his head, trying to figure out the best way to explain things. But you caught the way he was shying away from answering and you realized there had been no way he could’ve snuck into ANOTHER person’s car while you were lying on his chest all night.

           This was in no way a prank.

           "OH MY GOD.“

           The true realization hit you and you hurriedly started smacking Jimin.

           "WHAT. THE. FUCK. WHAT THE HELL!”

           Jimin winced from the sting of your hands.

           "Y/N, calm down!“

           He grabbed your wrists to stop you and you both stared at each other. You were trying to catch your breath from your rampage, and he was observing the way the sun reflected off of your features and his breathing stopped for a few seconds. Neither of you moved or broke the eye contact for a few seconds, both lost in your own thoughts and seeing each other in a new light.

           Jimin let go of your wrists first and turned around.

           "Get dressed.” He softly stated.

           Blushing, you hurried to throw on your dress and cursed yourself for not bringing underwear now.

           "Is this…the first time or have you been …the whole time?“ You mumbled, looking down at your hands. You wanted to hear that he had been neither, but that was only wishful thinking at this point.

           "Okay, Y/N. Listen to me.” He breathed and reached out for you, but you shrunk into the seat, away from him.

           "ANSWER THE FUCKING QUESTION JIMIN.“ You snapped.

           "It’s been me the whole time but you have to let me explain.” he gushed out and you shut your eyes, overwhelmed. You weren’t sure whether you wanted to cry, laugh, or punch him in the face. You couldn’t believe this was happening.

           He touched your knee gently, and it triggered your anger immediately, truly letting the lies from the beginning sink into your mind. You swatted his hand away and yelled.

           "No! The last time I listened to you, you told me to FUCK you. Oh my gosh! I can’t believe this happened. I can’t believe I let you TRICK me.“

           Jimin grabbed your hands. "Y/N. There’s a good reason. Hear me out.”

           "I don’t give a damn about your reason, Jimin. I trusted you this whole time and this is what you do? You treat me like every other one of your easy conquests?“

           "Y/N please.” Jimin frowned and squeezed your hands desperately. “You weren’t like that for me…”

           You pried your hands out of his, enraged. This was beyond unforgiveable. You felt foolish and toyed with, and to think it had been your own best friend who did this. It was unbelievably painful. He knew everything. You told him everything. And he had been playing you the entire time.

           "No, Jimin. Don’t talk to me. I can’t believe you! Just…just stay the fuck out of my life.“ You threw your coat on and stormed out of the car.

           "Damn it.” Jimin cursed as he slammed his fist against his car door angrily.  

           "Hoseok.“ Silver stormed into Hoseok’s house work room, her arms crossed.

           "Yes, my love.” Hoseok spun in his chair and smiled sweetly.

           "When were you going to tell me that Jimin was fucking Maroon mask?“ Silver snapped as she held up her phone, and Hoseok froze in his seat, proving his guilt.

           Silver scoffed. "So you did know the whole time. I can’t believe you! You condoned this and HID it from me??”

           "Silver – it’s not like…“ Hoseok stood up.

           "No, Hoseok.” Silver shook his head. “I’m infuriated at you. You sided with Jimin and you both hurt your best friend, who has been nothing but understanding to both of your fuckery. I’m spending the rest of this holiday in my own apartment.”

           "No, Silver, don’t be like this.“ Hoseok whined and followed her as she fumingly threw her clothes back into her bag. "Honey.”

           "Don’t ‘honey’ me. You kept something BIG like this from me. Every time I told you about the stories Y/N told me, you sat there pretending you didn’t know it was Jimin this whole time.“ Silver looked at him, exasperated. "If I feel this betrayed and I wasn’t even directly involved, can’t you imagine how Y/N is feeling?”

           Hoseok breathed. “I’m sorry. Truly. But Jimin told me it was only that once–”

           "No Hoseok.“ Silver frowned. "Y/N just told me they fucked two more times, including yesterday, and that’s when she found out it was Jimin. You need to figure out what to do about this.”

           "I really didn’t know about the other times. I swear.“ Hoseok breathed. "But I’ll try to work things out with Jimin. Do you really have to go?”

           "I’m mad at you Jung Hoseok, yes. And I also need to comfort my friend right now.“ Silver kissed him shortly. "I get why you did it but I don’t like how you hid it from me.”

           "I’m sorry.“ Hoseok caressed her cheek.

           "You’re in the dog house indefinitely.” Silver squinted and pointed at her boyfriend. “And because you clearly like Jimin better than me, I’m not telling you anything about Y/N as of this moment.”

           Hoseok sighed, accepting her anger. “Will you at least tell me about yourself then? I wanna know you’re safe and eating well.”

           Silver smiled, “Of course. You’d miss me too much if I didn’t.”

           Hoseok chuckled and spread out his arms. Silver embraced him and he kissed the top of her head.

           "I’m so sorry. I love you sooo much.“ he squeezed her tightly.

           "I love you too.” She muffled into his chest then pulled away, tapping his chest. “But now I need to go. Remember, I’m still mad at you though, so reflect on your sins.”

           Hoseok clutched his chest dramatically and nodded. “I will.”

           Then he grinned and waved, “Go, and be there for her.”

           After Silver left, Hoseok picked up his phone and proceeded to call Jimin.

           A few minutes later, Jimin was at his doorstep, disheveled and weary.

           "Hey.“ he sluggishly greeted.

           "Damn bro…what happened?” Hoseok frowned, not used to seeing his well-kept friend in such a state.

           "Well, I seriously fucked up.“ Jimin covered his face with his hands. "I’m pretty sure you’ve heard or you wouldn’t have called me.”

           "Yeah…“ Hoseok pulled a chair beside his friend. "I’m in the dog house 'cause I kept it from my girlfriend.”

           "Sorry dude.“

           "Jimin…” Hoseok breathed. “Why exactly did you continue?”

           Jimin lifted his head from his hands and glanced up at his best friend.

           "Would I be a dick if I said I’m not really sure?“

           Hoseok exhaled. "Yes, you would be. But you’ve never really thought about your actions before doing them…but Jimin, this is Y/N. Not just some random person that you could disappear from.”

           "I know.“ Jimin combed his hands through his hair. "I need to make this right.”

           Hoseok nodded and patted his friend’s back, knowing that he didn’t need to press any further for now.

           "Want some of my food for old time’s sake?“ he grinned.

           Jimin chuckled and nodded gratefully.

           Someone rang your bell in a happy tune and you wondered if it was Silver, since she had said she was going to come over and comfort you. You propped a towel over your hair, having just finished showering and opened the door, ready to welcome your dear friend. But you gasped when unexpectedly in front of you was none other than Kim Taehyung.

           "Surprise! I came home earlier!” he cheered. “Happy New Year!!”

           Your heart soared then deflated. You were happy Tae was back, but you also knew that you had to come clean with what had happened.

           "Aren’t I getting a hug?“ he grinned and you laughed as he pulled you into an embrace. "Oh man. I missed you so much ~ I never knew it sucked so much to have bad reception and wi-fi.”

           You closed your eyes and melted into his chest, taking in his familiar, comfortable scent. Tae smiled.

           "I got you all presents from Daegu!“ he giggled as he waltzed to your kitchen giddily. "I got one for you, Hoseok, Silver, and Jimin!”

           Your heart dropped at the mention of Jimin’s name but you tried to fake a smile. Tae was unpacking his little bag as he decorated your kitchen table with little snow globes he had gotten, recounting stories about how he found and bought them. But you weren’t listening, you were just watching him talk and laugh, happy that he was in front of you and that he had come back when you needed him the most.

           You walked over and wrapped your arms around him from behind, resting your face onto his back, hiding your frown. You were disappointed in yourself and you knew that you had to change; you wanted to change for Tae. You knew you could trust him wholeheartedly and right now, you weren’t sure who to believe anymore. But you believed in him.

           "Hey.“ he covered your hands with his. "What happened?”

           He tried to turn around but your hands gripped him tightly, preventing him from seeing you. You started crying at his question, letting out your frustrations.

           Over Jimin. Over yourself. Over the mess of your life.

           Why had you been so easily deceived? Why hadn’t you changed over the years? Even when you vowed never to trust so easily, you were hurt again. Why had you spent all those years never getting too attached, only to still end up being toyed with?

           You were ashamed and infuriated. You were vulnerable.

           And on top of that, you felt like you didn’t deserve the man in front of you at all.

           He was a refreshing ball of sunshine, an angel, while you were tainted and torn. Tae frowned as he heard you sniffling.

           "I missed you.“ You cried as he swiped his thumb gently over the back of your hand.

           "Did you see Maroon?” he asked, without a hint of anger or suspicion.

           You nodded.

           "Did he hurt you?“

           Your heart clenched at his genuine concern.

           "No…but…” You wept and you finally admitted. “Maroon was Jimin all along.”

           You felt him tense, and you dreaded his reaction.

           "When did you know?“ he whispered.

           "I just found out and Tae, it hurts. I’m so stupid.”

           Tae turned around and knelt down so he could look up and see your face clearly. Reaching out, he wiped your tears as they kept streaming down.

           "You’re not stupid.“

           "No I am. This always happens to me. People think I’m easy and then I get hurt.” You sobbed. “I just didn’t think Jimin…out of all people… I’m so sorry…”

           "Shhhh…“ Tae cooed softly. "I don’t think you’re stupid. I think Jimin is the stupid one.”

           "What?“ You looked at Tae through your tears.

           Tae smiled. "Jimin’s stupid. If I had been your friend for as long as he has, I would’ve snatched you up and never let you go.”

           You chuckled, “Jimin doesn’t do relationships.”

           "That’s why he’s stupid.“ Tae grinned. "You’re worth keeping. And the fact that he had to hide behind a mask to get with you is just sad.”

           "You’re not mad at me…?“ You sniffled.

           "I told you to try us both out didn’t I? Why would I be mad that you listened to me?” Tae giggled.

           "Seriously. What planet did you come from?“ You smiled gratefully, tears still in your eyes.

           Tae laughed. "You know people ask me that a lot.”

           You chuckled.

           "Y/N.“ Tae grabbed your hands as he stayed on his knees. "You know what I realized when I went away?”

           "What?“ You blinked.

           "I was also afraid to start something serious.” he smiled. “Because it’s such a risk. Will we stay together? Will we break up? No one has the answer. And I may be a happy-go-lucky guy, but I’m careful with my heart.”

           You nodded for him to continue.

           "But I realized that I want to take that risk…with you.“

           Your heart was ramming into your chest.


           Tae chuckled, “I know this is sudden, and I know that you’ve never been in a serious committed relationship before. So I’m not expecting an answer yet…I want you to really give it some good thought.”

            You inhaled sharply at his next statement.

           "Y/N, I’m going to be selfish from now on. I want you all to myself…so will you be my girlfriend?“

           Your mouth opened but you couldn’t answer. Taehyung grinned and stood up, planting a kiss on your forehead.

           "I told you to give it some thought first, silly. I don’t want to rush you and I’m not going anywhere.”

           He grabbed the largest snow globe on the table, and placed it into your hands.

           "I know you don’t like sleeping in the dark so it lights up.“ he giggled as he pressed a button on it. "Annnd –”

           He turned a knob and the inside of the globe began rotating as a lullaby played. “Ta-dah! It’s a musical snow globe night light!”

           You smiled, wondering how on Earth you had gotten so lucky that your path had crossed with Kim Taehyung’s.

           "I love it, Tae.“ You stated genuinely.

           He beamed, ecstatic that his present was a success. Suddenly, your doorbell rang and you remembered.

           "Oh Silver and I were going to have a girl’s day today… I’m so sorry!” You gushed, embarrassed. “You can stay if you want…”

           Tae chuckled and shook his head. “No worries. I came without a proper notice anyway.”

           "I’m sorry.“

           "Not at all.” Tae picked up his other snow globes. “I’m going to deliver this to the guys. I also brought my pets back so I have to drop them off my apartment first so I can’t stay long here.”

           He sweetly kissed you, and you both went to the door. Silver wore an astonished expression at finding Taehyung beside you.

           "Here! I got you a present!“ Tae greeted and handed her a carefully wrapped, smaller snow globe.

           "Oh I’m sorry! I didn’t know –” Silver started.

           "No, no. I came to surprise her and my mission was accomplished. I was just about to head out.“ Taehyung laughed. "Is Hoseok home?”

           "Yeah…he should be…“ Silver eyed you, trying to get a feel of what was happening.

           "Okay perfect. I’ll shoot him a text.”

           "You can totally just head over without letting him know.“ Silver’s lips curled up mischievously and you furrowed your brow.

           "Really? You sure?”

           "Yeah, totally.“ Silver waved her hand. "He loves surprises.”

           You stared at Silver, amused, knowing full-well that Hoseok actually didn’t like surprises, especially unexpected visitors. But you kept quiet.

           "Perfect, then I’ll head over after stopping by my place.“ Tae kissed your cheek. "I’ll call you later.”

           "Thanks for the present!“ Silver called out and Tae waved in return.

           Silver smirked as she stepped foot inside your house, well aware that she had sent Tae to where Jimin was.

           "Hey, get the door Jimin.” Hoseok called out as he was expertly shaking up the pan. “I’m expecting some packages and those might be it.”

           "Mhm.“ Jimin popped popcorn into his mouth and made his way to the door.

           He almost shut the door hurriedly out of instinct when he found Tae grinning brightly at Hoseok’s doorstep.

           "Oh Jimin!” Tae greeted. “Perfect! You’re here too! Happy New Year!”

           Jimin squinted at him skeptically while Tae blinked at him innocently, wondering his guilt was causing him to hallucinate now.

           "Can…I come in?“ Tae smiled, amused at his hesitancy.

           "Oh right.” Jimin flinched, finally convinced he was the real deal, and stepped back. “Please.”

           Tae giggled as he shook off his shoes nonchalantly. “Thanks. I came by cause I had presents for you and Hoseok!”

           "Who was it Jimin?“ Hoseok bellowed.

           "It’s meee!” Tae popped out from the hallway and Hoseok screamed, spazzing out in shock.

           "Holy crap, Tae!“

           Tae giggled. "I meant to surprise you, but I guess scaring you is funny too.”

           Hoseok glanced over worriedly at Jimin then to Tae, as if they were going to start brawling at any second, but Tae seemed relaxed and Jimin gestured for Hoseok to calm down, amused.

           "What’re you doing here?“ Hoseok breathed, sweating unconsciously.

           "I was at Y/N’s– ”

           Jimin tensed up.

           "And well, they’re having a girl’s day so I figured I’d come have a guy’s day with you! I’m glad Jimin’s here too, so it’ll be like a true bros night!“ Tae cheered then clapped. "Oh and I bought you guys presents from Daegu! I wanted to deliver them.”

           He pulled out his bag and took out some customized shot glasses.

           "I asked Y/N what you guys liked, so yeah.“

           Jimin smiled as he studied the glass fondly, swiping his thumbing across the red mask that was embellished at the center. It had music notes, a dancing figure as well as his signature work glasses. He chuckled then spotted Taehyung staring at him intently, as if waiting to hear from him.

           "Thanks, Tae. It suits me.”

           Tae grinned, “No problem! Y/N said you two drink often in your own houses so I figured they’d be put to good use.”

           "Yeah, no. This is perfect. Thanks a bunch, Tae.“ Hoseok laughed. "I made some food. Have you eaten?”

           "Nah, I went straight to Y/N’s house. I couldn’t wait to see her, you know?“

           "How was she?” Jimin blurted, before realizing what was coming out of his mouth.

           Tae glanced at him knowingly. “She’s good.”

           Jimin flinched at the sharpness of his words and then he realized that it was possible that Tae knew.

           But why then, was he here? Did he come to confront him? Did he actually know? Or was he just being paranoid?

           Then Tae turned and grinned at Hoseok happily, “I’d love some food.”

           "Coming right up!“

           While Hoseok was busy preparing their plates, Jimin and Tae were left awkwardly in silence in front of each other at the kitchen table. Jimin avoided eye contact and looked everywhere but at Tae, afraid of getting exposed– if he wasn’t already. Tae, on the other hand, hummed happily as he scrolled through his phone.

           "Umm…want a drink?” Jimin offered, breaking the insanely tense silence.

           "Sure.“ Tae smiled.

           "Alcohol?” Jimin questioned.

           Tae laughed, “Please. I’ve been dying for a drink.”

           Jimin’s lips curled up. “You and me both, dude.”

           "Oh right.“ Tae giggled as he pulled out a deck of cards. "How about we make things interesting?”

           Jimin’s eyes glistened with a hint of mischief. “You’re on, Kim Taehyung.”

           Your phone buzzed while you and Silver were laughing and sipping your wine glasses, lounging on your couch. Curiously, you opened up Tae’s message and burst out laughing as you found yourself staring at a triumphant selfie of himself with a plastered Hoseok and Jimin in the background.

           Tae: They didn’t expect me to be skilled at cards… and I didn’t expect them to be such light weights ;) hehehe

           Then another picture arrived– this time Taehyung had drawn on their unconscious faces with Sharpies.

           Tae: The real fools heehee ~

           You grinned widely, your body feeling completely lighter from earlier. Silver nudged you with her foot playfully.

           "I know that face. That’s Tae isn’t it?“

           You nodded and showed her the pictures. "I think he hussled your boyfriend then drew on his face.”

           "That’s okay. They both deserved it and more, if you ask me.“ Silver shrugged. "Tell Tae that I left some clothes there. Put it on them. I want some blackmail pictures to quell my anger.”

           You two cracked up and high fived each other.

           Taehyung always knew exactly what to do and say to make you feel better. You stared at the pictures, focusing on Jimin’s peaceful face as your heart sank at the dilemma you were now faced with.

           What was going to happen between you two now though? And what was your response to Tae’s question?

           "Hey.“ Jimin greeted you cautiously.

           You were both back to work so as always, he came to buy coffee from the cafe you worked at.

           "How can I help you?” You stated like you would to any customer, trying to remain as unemotional as possible, despite your heart hammering inside your chest.

           It was the first time either of you were seeing each other after…well after sleeping together.

           "The usual please. And make whatever you want for yourself.“ Jimin smiled gently and handed you his card.

           "So three coffees.” You repeated curtly, not taking his bait.

           He exhaled as you returned his card. “Y/N, can we talk?”

           "No.“ You gestured for your trainee to take over the register and you disappeared to the back to make some orders, wanting to avoid being pulled into a conversation with Jimin within earshot of other customers.

           "Y/N, come on.” he exhaled.

           "I distinctly told you to stay out of my life, Jimin. You’re not doing it.“ You hissed.

           "You know I never listen to you and come on, we’ve been in each other’s lives for so long. Don’t say that.”

           "Oh, well maybe you should’ve thought about our many years of friendship before you decided to bone me.“ You jabbed through gritted teeth.

           "Mr. Park!” a familiar voice greeted and Jimin exhaled, exasperated.

           This wasn’t the time for pleasantries and interruptions. You rolled your eyes and went about your business as he turned and smiled at his co-worker.

           "Good morning!“

           "I got here a bit earlier than you.” the woman giggled. “I was sitting over there.”

           "Ahh…“ Jimin nodded, not knowing how he should even respond to that. His eyes peripherally were watching to make sure you didn’t escape through the back door.

           "Here’s your coffee Miss.” You smiled, feigning kindness. “And please kindly tell your office that Mr. Park is officially single and available from now on.”

           Her eyes widened and Jimin groaned.

           "Y/N, don’t do this. We need to talk.“

           "Oh I’m sorry…I seem to be interrupting.” the woman was flustered.

           "No. The discussion is over.“ You stated firmly.

           "No, it’s not. Do you mind forgetting about what she said?” Jimin tenderly touched the woman’s arm and she practically melted at the slight touch.

           "Yes, of course. I’ll be on my way.“ she bowed and scurried out of the shop.

           You exhaled and angrily wrote on his coffee cup in giant, bold letters: "GO FUCK YOURSELF”.

           "Your coffees, Mr. Park.“ You glared at him as you shoved his order at him.

           "There’s a spill over here!” a customer called out.

           "I’m on it!“ You called to your co-workers and they returned to their tasks. Wanting to avoid Jimin, you grabbed a mop and bucket and hurried to your customers. But of course, he followed you regardless.

           "Y/N. Please, hear me out.” he begged. “There’s a really funny story behind all this.”

           You quickly cleaned the mess and brought the supplies back into the closet, where you finally let yourself answer him.

           "Yes, cause it’s HILARIOUS that you stuck your dick into my vagina multiple times. I’m sure I’ll be DYING of laughter.“ You snapped and began walking away.

           "I don’t know why you’re so upset, Y/N. I didn’t FORCE you to do anything. You mistook ME in the first place.”

           You spun around hastily, and he stumbled back in surprise. “Are you serious Jimin? How hard was it to take off your mask and say to me at the first ball 'It’s me! Surprise! What the hell happened to meeting V? Here’s a drink.’”

           "You were very forward and I was weak for your charms, I confess.“ Jimin admitted lightly.

           You were getting more heated with every passing minute. There was no hint of remorse in his voice. What exactly did he come here for?

           "You’re not here to apologize. You’re here to justify yourself and I don’t want to hear any of it.”

           "But I don’t understand why you’re so worked up about this, Y/N. It’s not like you wanted to DATE Maroon mask. It’s not like I dragged you to the Ball to have sex with me! Why’re you so mad about the whole thing?“

           You exhaled and stared at him, exhausted. "Please leave Jimin. We’re just going to go in circles and I don’t have time for your fuck boy bullshit right now.”

           "Y/N.“ he frowned.

           You gave a nod to some of your bigger male co-workers who were giving you a questioning look and they came to escort Jimin out of the cafe. Jimin spotted a big smirk on your trainee’s face as he was kicked out. The trainee took a piece of something out of your hair and made you laugh.

           He balled his hands up, annoyed.

           That asshole.  

           And although you made it clear you wanted him to leave you alone, Jimin attempted to talk to you during work at the Club and then swung by Burlesque for the next few days. But you continued pretending he was invisible.

           It was childish, you know. But you just didn’t have time to sort through your own emotions. You knew you were angry and you knew you just wanted him to stop bothering you for a bit. Everything was still fresh.

            You didn’t want to see him because it reminded you of the dreams, the kissing, the roaming hands, the sex. And you wanted to erase those memories. You wanted him to remain a masked stranger. It was better that way.

           Everyday, Tae watched curiously as Jimin followed you into Burlesque, only to be blocked from heading backstage. You would walk in with your head held high and you would greet everyone as if you didn’t have a man tailing you closely. Tae would smile amiably at Jimin and sometimes, Jimin would wave and walk out the door, disheartened. Other times, he would sit at a table and watch your show. Tae would observe silently and tend to him without a word about the obvious fighting happening between you two.

           Jimin wondered why Tae hadn’t confronted him. He was certain you had been honest him, but the guy never once got mad at him or even mentioned it. Tae treated him exactly the same, as if he didn’t know Jimin had slept with you or as if he didn’t realize you two weren’t on speaking terms at the moment. Jimin knew Tae wasn’t stupid, but if the roles were reversed, he was sure he would’ve thrown a punch or two out there.

           But then again, he was grateful that there was no violence for his own sake. He just wished he knew what was going on inside both of yours and Tae’s heads. You and him had gotten into arguments and fights before. Jimin had gotten your cold shoulder plenty of times, but this was the longest you had gone without talking to him. And it was the first time he didn’t quite understand why you were upset.

           Tae, on the other hand, simply just didn’t want to interfere. It was between you and Jimin, and although he knew what was happening, it wasn’t his place to insert himself. After all, you hadn’t answered his question yet, so at the moment you weren’t anybody’s, you weren’t his to protect.

           Finally, Jimin put his foot down and cornered you before you could lock up the Club completely.

           "Okay. Stop avoiding me and let’s talk it all out. Yell at me. Beat me. I don’t care.” he blocked the door, preventing you from escaping. “Just do something instead of ignoring me.”

           "Jimin.“ You exhaled. You wanted to avoid this confrontation…because well, frankly, you weren’t sure what to do with it.

           You wanted to sweep it under the rug and let some time pass, but Jimin was incessant and perseverant. You knew it meant nothing to either of you, but it still was awkward and you felt that you had had no choice regarding the whole situation. You were trying to cope with the reality that he had seen more of you than you ever wanted him to and vice versa.

           But would pretending it never happened make things go back to how they were between the two of you? How was this going to be fixed?

           You had no solution. You were still muddled and overwhelmed by it all. You hadn’t had much time to sift through your delicate thoughts.

           He breathed, "Don’t tell me that wasn’t fucking great. Everything that we did.”

           "Jimin, I don’t know why that matters.“ You crossed your arms.

           "Just forgive me, okay?” he pleaded.

           You exhaled. You knew Jimin really wasn’t going understand why you were so angry unless you told him upfront.

           "I’m not mad that we had sex Jimin.“

           "You’re not?” he raised an eyebrow.

           "I’m mad that you LIED to me.“ You groaned. "How can you be so dense? I wanted you to at least figure THAT out on your own, but I still had to tell you that.”

           "Well I’m sorry. Among all talents, being a mind reader is not one of them.“ Jimin snapped and stepped forward. "And in MY defense, you came to ME during New Year’s. I said nothing about finding Maroon mask. I stopped lying and I respected your decision when you said you wanted to work things out with Tae.”

           "But why did you even start this whole thing, Jimin? WHY were you even at the ball that first time? WHY did you approach me?“ You pointed out in a matter-of-fact tone. It may have come out confident, but these were the questions gnawing at you. You toyed with the possibilities, but every answer you imagined him saying either didn’t seem right or scared you.

           "Well it’s not like you’d say 'hell yeah!’ if I said 'Hey by the way, you make me feel kind of funny and I need to get over it by sleeping with you once!’” he argued.

           You stared at him hesitantly, contemplating on the scenario. He had stumped you. It would be dishonest to say you didn’t understand and empathize with what he felt, but what was your answer? If the roles were reversed, would you have done the same thing? If you knew he was under the mask, would things have panned out similarly?

           He daringly stepped even closer when you remained silent. For some reason, your hesitancy filled him with curiosity and hope.

           "…Would you have?“ he questioned, his heart racing.

           You glanced up at him worriedly while he looked at you expectantly. Would you have? You waved your hands, trying to swat away the question and all of your thoughts. "Ah, I don’t know Jimin.”

           "No, tell me honestly.“ he grabbed your hands and you were captured in his grip. "If I had said that to you up front, would you have slept with me?”

           You shook your head, trying not to act flustered. “P-probably not Jimin… I don’t know.”

           "If I said I wanted to sleep with you again, without the masks. Would you want to?“

           You tried to calm down your racing heart. What was he saying?!

           "N-no…Jimin. I’m happy with whatever I have with Tae.”

           "Is that why you still sought out Maroon mask?“ he jabbed firmly and leaned down, as if sensing the uncertainty in your quivering eyes. "Are you REALLY happy?”

           After a few seconds of staring at each other, you huffed and pulled your arms out of his grasp, avoiding his gaze.

           "You… are a certified asshole.“ You defiantly stated and threw the keys at him. "You close up.”

           Hurriedly, you waltzed out of the Club, flustered, your heart hammering incessantly inside your chest.

           Secretly, you knew you weren’t mad at him as much as you were infuriated at yourself. How could you not recognize him in the first place? No matter the disguise.

           As the Stephen King quote goes, “Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me. Fool me three times, shame on both of us.”

           And you knew Jimin had a point. You had come looking for him on New Year’s. You wanted to put all the blame on him, but it was because deep down you knew you were as guilty.

           What were you going to do?

           The next day, you found yourself being more conscious about your appearance before entering the Club. Since you chucked your keys at Jimin, you knew he had to come early to open up. He was carrying boxes into the closet when you walked in. Immediately, the air thickened as you caught sight of each other.

           His sleeves were rolled up to expose his tensed forearms and he wore all black, knowing it was your weakness. But you too knew that your outfit was one of his favorites on you.

           This was no longer the cold shoulder, it was the Cold war.

           You were both testing each other, trying to prove and disprove his point, trying to see if there were remnant flames between you two without the deception of the masks.

           From that day on, he never came by your desk. He didn’t speak to you or follow you to your other job. He still grabbed coffee, but he didn’t chat, instead choosing to be preoccupied with his phone while you tended to the next customers at the register. You two would steal glances at each other from afar. Your outfits and actions became a bit bolder, trying to see if he would react or tease you again, but he didn’t. He also was a bit more openly frisky with customers when he came to pick them up or walk them out, knowing your desk was right in front of the door. He tried to see if you would roll your eyes or make a snarky comment, but you didn’t give him that satisfaction.

           So your stalemate continued.

           Taehyung came by often to visit and that was when you forgot about your little spat with Jimin for a bit. Tae would sit on your lap and recount the animals he had taken care of during the first half of the day or any funny stories he had seen or heard from the internet or other people. When he didn’t work at the animal hospital in the mornings, he always stopped by your cafe to take you out to lunch. You felt a bit bad that you hadn’t given him an answer yet, but you were seriously giving it thought. You didn’t want to rush into it, because you knew he deserved your wholehearted, genuine answer.

           But every time you were sure you wanted to say yes, the thought of your past “relationships” terrified you. Every time you were about to say yes, rejection of your true self haunted you. Taehyung was so sweet and so loving, seemingly so flawless, and that was a bit frightening to you, who had so many flaws. Would he continue to see you in a good light?

           On top of that, whatever was happening between you and Jimin remained unresolved. You were determined to clear all loose ends of your past before accepting a future with Taehyung.

           After a few more days of flaunting and taunting, the tension between you and Jimin was truly becoming palpable. The question Jimin had asked you still lingered in your thoughts, and Tae’s was also up in the air, unanswered.

           You knew what the right answer was to Jimin’s question, but why couldn’t you say it? Was the right answer your honest answer? And what about Tae? Were you ready for that next step with him? Did you want that?

           Finally, after days of pondering and agonizing over the two boys’ questions, you finally came to a decision. You grabbed your bag and hopped into your car, your heart beating wildly. This was your solution. This was the answer.

           And so, you found yourself knocking on Jimin’s door frantically.

           He opened the door and his eyes widened, not expecting you to appear in front of him, after your evident attempts to create distance.

           "Y/N?“  He scanned you to make sure you were okay.

           "The answer would be yes.” You stated, out of breath, because you practically booked it to his floor, praying he wasn’t currently preoccupied with someone else.


           "You had asked me… whether I wanted to sleep with you again, without the masks.”  You stepped forward boldly and you saw him inhale sharply. “My answer is yes.”

           Jimin stared at you in disbelief. Was he hearing properly?

           "We need to both get this out of our systems and move on, okay?“ You stared at him intently; he was still wearing a dazed expression, but you waited with bated breath for his answer. You prayed that the question was still open and the offer still on the table.

           Jimin nodded, still surprised at what was coming out of your mouth.

           "Just one night.” You stated firmly.

           "Okay.“ Jimin agreed softly.

           "Okay.” You repeated breathlessly.

           You were excited and nervous. Your palms were sweating the entire drive to his place and continued to do so. This was actually happening.

           You and Jimin.

           You reached out slowly, carefully to touch his face. There was no mask to hide behind anymore, for both of you. You were both well aware that this was crossing the line of friendship, the point of no return. There would be no excuses that you hadn’t known that it was Jimin this time. No excuses that it was the influence of alcohol since neither of you had had any.

           He shut his eyes at your touch, truly taking in your soft fingers on his skin. You stepped forward first, passing the line into his house. You were now in his care. You studied his face, the face you had looked at for years. The face you had woken up to a few times. The face that you could usually read so easily.

           You stared into his eyes once they opened again, looking into yours; the eyes that usually were filled with playfulness and mischief was now swimming with worries and curiosity, with wonder, as if he couldn’t believe you were in front of him yet frightened that you would disappear too soon.

           "Are you sure you want this?“ he whispered as you touched his lips.

           You nodded with certainty, now that you were finally in his presence. You both might’ve been destined to come to this point since the beginning, but had been defying the odds for years. Now, your pent up questions had taken form in the worst way possible, in the worst scenario. But maybe it was for the best.

           If you were going spend your last hoorah as a single, unattached, and adventurously sexual woman with someone, you were certain that you wouldn’t want to spend it with anyone else but Park Jimin.

           "Yes. I want this.” You smiled gently.

           He cupped your face and tilted your head up as he leaned down to press his lips on top of yours chastely, as if waiting for you to change your mind or stop him. You swallowed, the uncharacteristically sweet kiss, taking your breath away.

           You stared at him expectantly, waiting for him to make another move, pleading for him to take the burden off of you. It had taken a lot for you to show up at his doorstep and agree, but you needed to clear the air. Now you needed him to meet you halfway. And as if understanding your expression, he smiled.

           "Okay.“ He responded before capturing your lips completely.

           Your bodies merged into each other, hungrily and easily, as you stumbled completely inside his apartment. Jimin shut the door with his free hand while he held you close with the other. You both kissed messily; the lust, the desire was too overwhelming to be careful and skillful. You were both aware of that your time was limited with each other, and you wanted to make the most out of this moment before it became only a memory.

           Your jacket and sweater hurriedly came off and Jimin pressed you against his kitchen counter. You panted as his hands climbed under your shirt. All the while, he nipped at the most sensitive spot on your neck as he traced your stomach gently. Your hand teasingly traced behind his waistband, knowing he was a sucker for it.

           "You know I hate that.” he whispered onto your skin.

           "I know you don’t.“ You smirked and he nibbled your earlobe tauntingly. Your knees buckled. "Fuck.”

           He giggled and jeered. “I know you don’t hate that either.”  

           You bit your lip as his hands cupped your bra. You locked eyes and there was completely tense silence as he pulled down your straps from underneath your shirt. Then his hand glided to your back, not breaking the eye contact, and expertly unclipped your bra with ease. You gasped as the cold air and the fabric of your shirt hit your sensitive nipples. Jimin smirked as his hands traced your body, everywhere but where you really needed him to touch.

           Two could play at this game.

           You pulled his waistband slightly and your hand traveled down his sweatpants. You hissed realizing he wasn’t wearing anything underneath so his cock was freely erect and peeking out from the fabric of his sweats. Taking a finger, you slid it along his inner thigh up to his hip bone sensually and you felt him twitch at the welcomed feeling.

           He scoffed, “You remembered what I told you.”

           You leaned into his ear, “I remember everything.”

           He shivered. Then as if to respond, he tugged at ends of your shirt so that the fabric was rubbing against your nipples and you gasped. You sifted through all the stories you and Jimin shared, trying to recollect all the preferences and turn-ons he had divulged to you from his past conquests.

           Not wanting to lose, you pushed your hand deeper into his pants and gripped his ass. His grin widened as your body had moved closer to do so. You furrowed your brows at his amusement, but he kissed you unexpectedly.

           And the fact that you were making out with him fully hit you. You weren’t Gold Mask and he wasn’t Maroon or Red or Chims…you were just simply yourselves.

           It was weird, but it also wasn’t at the same time.

           You smiled into the kiss as you placed both hands on his ass. He chuckled.

           "I know you’ve wanted to touch those for awhile.“

           "Shut up.” You squeezed his butt and pulled him forward, capturing his lips again.

           His hands roamed up, finally cupping your breasts over the thin barrier of the shirt fabric. But he knew you enjoyed the extra sensation it brought. He thumbed your nipples in slow circles and you started rubbing your thighs together, trying to prevent the growing heat and wetness between them.

           Your hands traveled under Jimin’s shirt, gliding over his deliciously toned abdomen and you tugged at his shirt. Knowingly, he let go of your breasts and allowed you to pull it off of him in one go.

           "I’m impressed.“ he chuckled.

           "I’ve taken off a few shirts in my day.” You jeered smugly.

           He grabbed your waist and pulled you into him. “So have I.”

           Without warning, he threw your shirt off of you and his lips latched onto your sensitive bud. You gasped and threw your head back as a wave of pleasure hit you. He sucked and flicked his tongue hastily. Your chest rising and falling heavily; you arched forward, wanting more of your breast in his mouth.

           "Couch. Now.“ you demanded.

           He hummed and wrapped his arms around your waist, his mouth still working at your boobs. You hooked your legs around him and pressed your chest into his face as he carefully found his way to his couch. You laughed as you warned him that he was about to hit a table or a vase a few times, but you two eventually reached it, unscathed. You pushed him down eagerly and straddled him.

           He smiled as he admired you on top of him, and you could feel a blush growing on your cheeks.

           "Don’t say anything.” You stated, embarrassed.

           "Hey, you’re hott. Don’t be ashamed.“ He laughed.

           You glared at him and he grabbed your arm to pull you down to him, making you forget your remark. You locked lips again, already falling into a languid rhythm, and you rolled your hips forward against him. He groaned into your mouth and you broke the kiss, climbing up so that your nipple was in front of his mouth. Understanding what you wanted, he flicked his tongue out and you moaned.

           "Don’t fucking tease me Jimin.” You growled.

           "I don’t know what you’re talking about.“ Jimin swirled his tongue at an insanely slow pace.

           Impatiently, you shoved your chest down into his mouth and he eagerly sucked you as you panted. Hurriedly, you shifted so he could pleasure the other, your more sensitive one. He sat up and you embraced his head, needing him closer to your chest than he already was. Your hips were already rocking into him with need.

           Fumbling, he unbuttoned your jeans.

           "Seriously? You choose TODAY to not wear a skirt?” he hissed as he struggled to pull them off.

           You laughed as you stood up and pulled off your skinny jeans.

           "Up.“ You commanded.


           "I want to be bottom.“ You stated and he cracked up, standing up and gesturing to the empty couch.

           "Be my guest.”

           You waltzed towards him and latched your mouth onto his neck moles. He gripped your waist as he exhaled in pleasure. Your hands traveled to his waistband and you pulled his sweats down violently, as if you were angry at them for still being on.

           "Condom?“ he breathed.

           "Oh I brought some.” You smirked as you took it out.

           Jimin groaned. “Seriously?”

           "Let’s see how fun you think a glowing dick is.“ You cackled as you kissed all the way down his body, until you fell to your knees.

           "Can you do that thing again?” Jimin requested.

           "Hm?“ You kissed his hip and he whined. It was another one of his weak spots you knew about.

           "Putting the condom in with your mouth.” He breathed. “Cause fuck that was such a turn on.”

           You chuckled. “Like this?”

           You pushed his length into your mouth and he winced at the sudden feeling.

           "Holy fuck. Okay, well maybe you could do a few more of that before you put it on though.“

           You hummed as you bobbed your head into him a few times, until he grabbed your arm and pushed you back onto the couch, knowing you were teasing him.

           "Let me.” You put the condom around your lips and rolled it into him.

           "Geez. Where did you learn that?“

           You smirked as you kissed his hip again before lying on your back. "Do you really care?”

           "Absolutely not.“ he chuckled as he climbed over your body and began giving you a black and blue right above your left breast, right over your heart. You writhed under him as you felt his hardness so close to your core. He traveled down your body, kissing your ribs, your waist, your hips, and your inner thighs as you squirmed. Then he stuck a finger inside of you, making a lewd squelching sound, evidence that you were soaking wet for him.

           "Guess you’re ready for me.” he licked his finger. “But I want another taste.”

           You inhaled sharply as he licked you eagerly. Your body was already on fire from everything before, but you were practically sweating and emanating intense heat. You were sure your face was a shade of red and you could see beads of sweat on Jimin’s forehead too as he ate you out.

           "Get the fuck inside me Jimin.“ You hissed.

           "So impatient.” he chuckled but obeyed.

           He slowly pushed into you and your throat tightened as he filled you up.

           Remembering, you clapped your hands twice and the lights shut. Jimin groaned as his dick lit up and your lower abdomen was faintly glowing as well.

           "No. I’m not doing this.“ Jimin clapped the lights back on as you laughed.

           "No, we should do this.” You clapped.

           "Y/N.“ he growled.

           "Jimin.” You matched his reprimanding tone, mockingly.

           "I am not fucking you with a glow-in-the dark dick.“

           "Too late.” You mused. “I had to put up with your gag gift so you should suffer the consequences.”

           He clapped then hurriedly pounded into you, not leaving you time to argue or shut the lights back off. You gripped at the couch and your hands found his desperately. He intertwined your fingers and gently worked the sensitive part of your neck as he slowed down his pace.

           "I want to see you.“ he whispered into your ear. "So don’t shut the lights.”

           Your heart flipped at his statement and you nodded understandably. He nibbled your earlobe again as you lifted your hip up, needing him deeper inside you. Getting your body language, he pushed in further and you gasped as he found your g-spot.

           "Shit.“ You cursed, not expecting him to find it so soon.

           "Right there?” he breathed and you nodded, your words failing you.

           And he fucked you unhurriedly. Hitting that spot repeatedly and languidly.

           You both were panting heavily and moving to a rhythm of a slow dance with your hips clashing against each others. You clawed down his back as he painted your skin with colors of black and blue while rolling into you continuously.

           And when you came, waves of hot, white pleasure hit you. Your heart was racing audibly and you saw spots on the ceiling as you came down from your high. And after a few more thrusts, he finished too, groaning against your skin. He kissed your shoulder before getting off of you. He chucked the condom into his trash can and fell, exhausted into the adjacent couch.

           "Jimin.“ You called and his eyes wandered to you.


           "Why’re you over there?“

           He chuckled and waltzed back to you, tangling his body around yours. "Wasn’t sure if it’d be weird to cuddle you.”

           "I mean we’re gross and sweaty but I’m down for cuddling.“ You giggled as you buried your face into his chest. You were a bit shy too, so you would rather he was close to you than watching your nakedness from afar. He hugged you tightly and started rubbing your arm softly.  

           "How was it?” You whispered.

           "Fantastic.“ he grinned. "You?”


           Then there was an awkward silence.

           Was this over now?

           You hadn’t thought so far ahead, but it’s not like he was rushing you out. You let your hands roam against his chest, using this opportunity to study the parts of him that were usually hidden closely. He smiled into your hair as you did so. He didn’t want you to slip away so quickly again.

           "Wanna shower?” he mumbled.

           You smiled; your heart was tickled at the thought that he wanted you to stay longer.


           "Okay.” he breathed as he rolled off the couch.

           He outstretched his hand and you grabbed it without hesitation, letting him lead you to the bathroom. You sat on his sink counter as you watched him turn on the water, testing the temperature and letting it heat up a bit. Your eyes raked down his completely bare body; now in the bright lighting of his bathroom, you saw the crevices between his formed muscles and the firmness of his ass. You bit your lip as you checked him out fully.

           He turned to you, and you averted your eyes, which you scolded yourself was very painstakingly obvious.

           "Like what you see?“ he teased as placed his hands on the counter and leaned in front of you.

           You swung your legs innocently.


           "You just checked me out.“ he grinned.

           "I mean, I had nothing else to look at.” You tried to play it off.

           His hands traveled up your thighs dangerously, and you inhaled sharply. “Well, I like what I’m seeing.”

           You shivered as he gripped your thighs and spread your legs open.

           "Oh?“ You smirked, feeling delighted at the compliment.

           "And I want more.” Jimin whispered as he kissed you.

           You wrapped your arms around his neck as he settled between your legs. “You can have as much as you want.”

           Jimin bit your bottom lip and you two began fighting with your mouths, not caring that the entire bathroom was now surrounded by steam. The mirrors were fogged up except for the imprint your back had made from being pressed up against it. You two were sweating, as if you were in a sauna, but both of you were addicted to each other’s lips in the heat of the moment.

           "Let’s get in the shower.“ You breathed, trying not to lose yourself completely just yet.

           "Can you get down, shorty?” he teased and you glared at him as you jumped down triumphantly.

           He clapped sarcastically and you shoved him, heading to the shower first. Grabbing your hip, he pulled you back so he could check the water first. Sticking his tongue out, he jumped in first, sliding the glass door shut childishly. You rolled your eyes and joined him, letting the warm water relax your body.

           But it was short-lived because Jimin began pressing kisses down your neck onto your shoulders from behind. You melted into him, leaning your back into his chest, as he massaged your breasts. Then traveling with the droplets of water, his hands slid down and he inserted a finger inside you. You gasped as he dipped his finger in and out as he kissed your neck and shoulders. Throwing your head back into the crook of his neck, you moaned and gripped his other hand tightly, forcing him to be rougher with your breast.

           In no time, he pushed another finger inside you and you were growing needier. You pulled his hand out of you and pushed him against the wall, crashing your lip onto his senselessly. The warm water was rolling down your bodies as you made out and easily, he flipped you around so now he was pressing you against the wall. He cupped your face gently and you rubbed your eyes, the showerhead spraying water into you. Chuckling, he moved you over, away from the direct line of fire and wiped your eyes and cheek, sliding your damp hair out of your face. Carefully, he leaned down and captured your lips. You covered his hands with yours, enjoying the sensation of him cradling your face as he kissed you sweetly. Jimin deepened the kiss and you pulled him forward by his waist, needing him closer to you.

           As the kissing progressed, your lips and hands became more frantic, needy, and heated. Soon, Jimin was holding you up as you clung your legs and arms around him; the water added to the sensation of your bodies flushed together. He bucked into you as you gasped with each thrust. Before reaching his high, he pulled out and you quickly pumped him through his orgasm.

           You giggled as you ended up shampooing and scrubbing down his body while he recuperated. After a short break, he was combing through your hair and returning the favor while shaping your hair into weird shapes and making bubbles with the soap. You two washed up and afterwards, he bundled you up in a towel and carried you to his bed. Although he chucked you at the end, it was still a somewhat romantic gesture. You cracked up as he shuffled around his room naked, carelessly drying his hair by ruffling it with a towel.

           "Mmmm you could probably wear one of my tight boxers. And you love stealing my sweaters anyway …where is your favorite one…“ he hummed as he perused his closet.

           "Well…” You drawled as you unwrapped yourself from the towel and displayed yourself again. “I was thinking about another round.”

           Jimin blinked as he turned to find you tracing your body with your fingers seductively. He threw his head back and laughed, making his way to you.

           "You’re on.“ He bit his lip and climbed on top of you.

           You grinned widely as you placed your hands on his shoulders.

           "But I want top this time.”

           The night lasted long; the sounds of your voices and bodies creating a symphony that reverberated throughout the room, and most probably audibly throughout the entire apartment complex.

           You two exhaled, exhausted. You were already teetering into slumber, mumbling incoherent things as Jimin cleaned you up. He chuckled and made various hums of approval to egg on your nonsensical conversation. When he slipped beside you, he was surprised when you rested your head onto his chest and nuzzled into his arms. He blinked, stunned, but then he realized your breathing had slowed and your body visibly was rising and falling at a steady rhythm. You were already knocked out. He yawned, feeling a wave of tiredness hit him as well. Tightening his embrace around you, he let himself finally recollect the whirlwind that had just passed by. His thoughts crashed into him in the silence.

           Sex truly was different with an emotional connection.

           It was a thousand times more incredible than any of his past experiences.

           And this wasn’t just any emotional connection.

           Jimin stroked your hair gently as he watched you sleep soundly on his chest.

           The more minutes that ticked by with you in his arms, the more the dots began to connect. Why he had been stupid this whole time, why he had been drawn to you without reason.    But there was a reason.

           A reason that he didn’t think would ever in a million years surface inside him.

           He was in love with you.

           It was a strange feeling coming to the realization, but it wasn’t unfamiliar emotion. He had probably been in love with you for a long time now, but had suppressed it out of fear, and simply out of ignorance.

           He was absolutely stunned by his revelation. His heart was hammering so loudly against his chest; he prayed that you wouldn’t wake up from the sound. He kissed the top of your head and gently smoothed circles against your arm. Pulling you closer to him, he wanted to ingrain this moment inside his mind and onto his skin for as long as possible.

            A few hours later, you stirred. It took you a few seconds to figure out where you were and who was beside you, then all the events prior to you falling asleep flashed through your mind. You smiled sadly as you stared at Jimin sleeping peacefully in front of you.

           This was goodbye.

           You carefully slipped out of bed, easily escaping from his limp, slumber-stricken arms. Carefully, you pushed his hair out his face and pressed your lips against his forehead.

           "Thank you Jimin.“  

           You scurried out of the room, gathered your clothes outside, and left the apartment swiftly, without looking back.

           This was your decision.  

           The next day, you showed up at Tae’s apartment, feeling refreshed, light hearted, confident, and ready to take on a whole new world. You were ready to shed your old skin and jump into a new one, one that you would build with Tae beside you.

           You knocked on his door and his beaming face welcomed you. Your heart soared at the delight in his eyes at seeing you in front of him.

           "Y/N! I was just going to go pick you up. Why’re you here?”

           "I just couldn’t wait.“ You giggled.

           "For what?” he tilted his head cutely.

           "I wanted to tell you my answer right away.“

           "Your answer?”

           "My answer is yes, Tae. I would love to be your girlfriend.“


not going to lie, Natsu’s past is really fucked up.

I mean

he found out that he is a demon, e.n.d, and he is ‘dead’ and the most 'evil’ wizard is his brother and creator. o and he was all alone when he went to the future. plus If Zeref dies, he dies and he has to kill Zeref before Zeref kills everyone he knows and loves.

don’t you think that’s more fucked up? Maybe a little worst than Erza.

That’s my opinion at least