Jikook smut

Angel baby

On Ao3

Author:oatmilflatte

Summary:It's his wedding night, and Jimin is nervous

Warning:Boypussy

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When Jimin looks in the mirror, he sees wide eyes, flushed cheeks, and plump lips. The candle light that surrounds him basks him in a warm glow, and it makes him look more angelic than he feels. His cheeks are only flushed because of the blush that had been carefully put on his face, his lips are naturally plump but it’s been accentuated with red gloss, and his eyes have been carefully made up with kohl to make them appear bigger.

His slim shoulders are hugged by a white satin robe with intricate blue lining, and underneath it, Jimin can feel goosebumps rise all over his skin. The white, lacy fabric of his lingerie itches a little, but that’s the least of his problems.

It’s his wedding night.

Just about a year ago, Jimin’s mother had sat him down for a serious conversation over a cup of tea. Jimin had had an inkling for what it could be about, but to hear his suspicions being affirmed like that, it came as a shock to his system.

“My dear, you have reached the age of seventeen last week, and you know what this means, right?” His mother had spoken in her soft voice. The wrinkles around her eyes showed her age, but to Jimin they showed her love. His mother was always smiling, except for now.

“I don’t think so, mother,” Jimin had answered. Seventeen could mean lots of things. It could mean higher education, it could mean entering the workforce, it could mean marriage. But Jimin wasn’t interested in that at all, so he didn’t think marriage was relevant. How wrong he had been.

“Well, since you are seventeen now, I deemed it the right moment for you to share your future with you.”

Jimin had nodded, taking a sip from his tea when his mother had dropped the bomb.

“We have found you a fiance.”

The tea went down his windpipe and the tears in his eyes weren’t only from the close call with drowning by oolong tea.

“Mother… what do you mean?”

The look in her eyes showed nothing but pity and pain, and Jimin felt uncomfortable in his own skin.

“Someone from the city has expressed his interest in your hand in marriage, and, I’m sorry my dear, but we couldn’t decline.”

“What do you mean, you couldn’t?” Jimin hadn’t liked the phrasing, and then he understood. His family struggled with money. Once wealthy, it all changed when his father and uncle had a fallout, leaving his uncle with the riches and his father with the mess. If someone was interested in Jimin as a potential partner, they must have offered enough money for his parents to accept.

“Jimin-ah…” his mother had sounded as if she’d already lost him, and in a way, she had. Jimin’s heart broke in a way he had never experienced before. Their acceptance of the situation and the willingness to give up their son for money was such a raw reality to deal with, he wasn’t sure if his heart would ever recover from the deep cut.

Arranged marriages happened often, and Jimin had been to his fair share of weddings in his life. The parties were grand, the ceremonies an abundance of wealth-display. For kids it meant playing tag on the dancefloor, eating grown-up food and falling asleep on chairs or wooden benches. Whenever Jimin went to a wedding, he liked it, but now that it was set to be his own, he didn’t quite know how enthusiastic he was about the whole idea.