bts smut

Jimin's Birthday

Tonight is very quiet and still outside, a mysterious aesthetic which makes me crave the outdoors. And so when I suggested it, Jimin was more than willing to accept my offer to walk home tonight.

Our hands dangle between us loosely, fingers knotted at the knuckles. I can just feel the cool curve of the jade ring on his pinky against my skin, a gift which today more than others I notice he toys with subconsciously. His only present.

October 13th. Today's date.

Shamelessly clad in my best dress and his best suit that we wore to dinner, we have seven blocks more until we arrive home. The only noise other than our footsteps is the distant rumble of a car which is no doubt Jimin's body guards following us a few blocks back to ensure our safety, a needless gesture given the popularity of BTS.

The next time we reach a street corner, we both stop even though there's not a car in sight of the intersection. Jimin turns to me just slightly, the pull of a smile at the corner of his mouth. In the absence of streetlights, the only illumination on his face comes from the moon, casting us both in a pale light which makes his expression seem ethereal.

His eyes are sparkling and his hair is perfectly styled in that side-parted way he'd worn since the day. I find myself craving the moment we get back to the room when I can run my fingers through the stiff locks, to disturb the perfection enough so that the messiness makes him mine. The thought startles me and I smile back briefly before tugging him forward into the street.

"With your eagerness, I might assume that there is another surprise waiting at home," he says, the first time either of us has spoken since leaving the restaurant.

I look over my shoulder at him, then turn around completely and pause in the middle of the street, catching him by surprise. I step so close to him that with the added height of my heels, we're almost eye-to-eye. His breath catches as I slide my other hand around the back of his neck, under the collar of his jacket.

"If I could line up the entire world for you," I whisper, "I would. Every treasure this planet holds, here and elsewhere. I would find it. For you."

"You don't make it hard for me to believe that you would," he says somewhat unsteadily.

"You don't make it hard for me to want to," I immediately counter.

His eyes wander across my face, tracing me with his gaze. I can almost feel the tickle of his lips against my skin as he wets his lower lip. For the second time tonight, my stomach stirs in anticipation.

"Amazing," he whispers at last, dropping my hand to weave his fingers through the hair close to my scalp.

"Hmm?" I breathe, transfixed.

"I don't deserve you," is all he says, but before I can protest, his lips crash down to mine.

Immediately, both of our bodies draw closer, hands grabbing and torsos pressing. Our noses clash briefly as he bends to get closer and his teeth poke my lip as he smiles timidly against my mouth a second later. I kiss his bottom lip, then his top, and by the time Jimin regains his composure, he kisses me back zealously.

We both hear the tires squealing before the blaring honk comes a second later, and Jimin jumps to the curb and grabs me to the sidewalk before a car comes speeding past. For a moment the shock silences me, but then I fall against Jimin with a laugh of spent nervousness. His own chest rumbles for a moment, stroking my back, then he gives my hand a gentle tug forward and, both our hearts racing, we continue homeward.

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The elevator ride upstairs is the longest I have experienced. Had the wall behind us not been composed entirely of glass, the knot in my stomach could have already begun to unravel. With soldiers guarding downstairs, we stand a respective foot away from each other, both pretending to ignore the thickness of excitement in the atmosphere. His hands are clasped in front of him and he quietly spins the ring on his pinky, noiseless and absentminded. When the elevator nears the ninth floor, I step forward in anticipation of exiting. Jimin must note my eagerness, but he says nothing and follows at a normal pace once I dart from the open doors. The door to our bedroom at the capitol is to the far left on a floor that is otherwise vacant. Jimin must sense my anticipation, but he doesn't speak and just follows me to our door, pausing while I deactivate the lock with my thumbprint.