Short Stories of BTS x reader, plus ships
More of Jimin stories as he's my bias😋
Irregular updates, as I get some ideas I'll post stories
Mostly short stories, may have parts continuing
🥉in You never walk alone Awards
Summary: I was always afraid of catching feelings for someone. But he made me so crazy for his touch, being so sinfully addictive.
Why am I so into him?
Should I stop?
Hell no!
We tend go for the forbidden fruit, don't we? _______________________________
*Warning: Contains smut*
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Your pov:
I sat there amidst the group of strangers we call family. I prefer to call them strangers as they aren't anyone's. It's an obligation for me to be with them under this same roof. I am forced to be here in this palatial house, hundreds of miles away from my home, every year, for this damn get-together. I simply hate this day when we gather for sweet talks, only to stab each other's backs later.
A while later I got tired of their gossips, so I excused myself to go out and breathe some fresh air.
There was a place in this palace full of fake people, I loved to visit. Sliding the door to the backyard garden, which looked so beautiful under the moonlight, I took a seat on the white bench gazing at the moon which shone brightly, in spite of the darkness surrounding it. A gush of cool breeze flew by as I rubbed my exposed arms, it felt chilly out here. I smiled hearing footsteps behind me as a warm jacket landed on my shoulders, I chuckled knowing it's owner.
"Reum what are you doing out here all alone. Let's go in, it's so cold outside" he whined rubbing his palms, blowing hot air from his puckered lips. I chuckled at the pouting boy in front of me, wish I could kiss that adorable pout. Don't blame me, they looked so kissable!
"Jimin it's okay, I'm fine" I smiled assuring him as he slowly patted my head.
Amidst these strangers Jimin was the only one who cared for me. He was my Uncle's adopted son, which anyone could make out. My uncle was a grumpy old man with an oversized tummy hanging in front of him.
What to say about Jimin, his looks were ethereal! Those crimson eyes made him look so mysterious, his cute button nose and those pink plump and juicy lips, one could devour. That sharp jawline could cut through you or your heart;)
He changed his hair color so often, getting bored of it. The last time we met, his hair had all possible colors, like a rainbow and he wore yellow glares with a silverish-grey suit.
He never dressed to impress, but everyone fell head over heels for his looks. No matter what he wears, he owns every look. He oozes hotness even in the simplest looks, like today he wore a white see-through tee paired with tight black leather pants which outlined his sexy booty perfectly. His purple bangs fell on the black goggles which covered his crimson eyes. He smiled looking at me as his skin glowed under the moonlight, flawless as ever.
