𝑀𝓎 𝒮𝓁𝓎𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓃 (My Slytherin) || •PJM• ✔️

Courtyard

Jimin steps into the empty courtyard with a frown. He's thinking of his parents again: everything that happened. He sits down on the stone of the fountain, glancing around. No one's here as normal. No one's ever here this late on Friday nights. They're all partying in their common rooms or sleeping with each other. This is what happens when young adults are put together - they party, make out, and have lots of sex. Jimin's having a lot of that thanks to one girl. The girl he really likes.

He softly smiles while thinking of her, opening his sketchbook. She's the distraction he needs right now. His parents shouldn't be anywhere in his mind - only her. Jimin continues his portrait of her. It's different from the doodles he's made of her in his notebook. This is much different. It's an actual picture he's taking a lot of time with. He has the basic face and eye shape, now he's working on her lips. Those perfect lips he loves to kiss. Those lips he wants to kiss right now.

Jimin's left in silence for several minutes, then, a single figure walks onto the sidewalk outside. He doesn't think anything of it, but he eventually has to look up seeing as the person stops in front of him. When he averts his eyes from his paper to the figure, his jaw drops. Y/n. Her beautiful form stands there, her lips pursed, her hair slightly wet. She must've just showered. Without him? How rude.

"Uh, hi," he starts, closing his book so she doesn't see the drawing.

"Hi. I was looking for you, Tae said you always come out here to draw on Friday's."

He nods, "Yeah um... I'm a little busy."

Her eyes fill with a bit of disappointment, she even looks crestfallen. "Oh... right. Okay. I'll come back later." God dammit Jimin you're such an idiot, just admit that you like her already. Yell it. Scream that you're falling in love with her.

When she goes to leave, he slips his sketchbook into his bag on the ground and storms over to her, spinning her around. She jolts and meets his eyes. "What the hell are you-" He kisses her to shut her up. Jimin has no idea how to do a confession or how to express his feelings. The best he can do is show her. He hopes this kiss screams 'I love you', but based on the way she's kissing back gently, she doesn't seem to pick up on the passion he's putting into this.

Jimin picks her by the thighs and takes her to the nearest bench, him sitting down so she can sit on his lap. He teases her lips with his, making out with her under the night sky, the fountains gently letting water pour from them. Their lips smacking together and the water are the only two sounds in the whole area. He smirks and pulls back, grabbing her lower lip with his teeth and gazing at her while he plays with it.

When he drops her lip, he gives her a lustful look, "I missed you."

She appears conflicted for a split moment, then she returns his look, "I missed you too."

Just like that, they're making out again. The heavy make out gets steamier by the second, their hands clawing at each other's clothes and pulling. Jimin's robes end up on the ground, Jimin guiding her covered entrance to grind down on him. He groans when she takes the hint and decides to go faster. God damn she's so good at this. His boner is starting to get obnoxious - he needs a relief and he needs it now.

Jimin heaves and reluctantly backs away from their kiss. She places a hand on his cheek before he can do anything else. Their eyes meet, and Jimin's heart stops. The moonlight is shining perfectly down on her. Her eyes are glistening, her lips swollen from him biting on them so much, her skin illuminated by the bright light above them. His eyes widen while he observes the art that is Y/n L/n, his hands subconsciously holding her hips a little bit harder as if scared of letting her go.