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Did you miss me? (P1: PG-13)

Genre: Romance & drama

Warning: smut-ish, swearing etc.

Synopsis: in which two best friends are in love but, they don't admit it. until, something happens. 

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You and Jimin haven't spoken for the last four months since, he left for tour and during that time it's been unbearable. You desire to have him, to feel his skin against yours. To count his heartbeats, almost close enough to hear his blood pumping like a drum. You bought fought over something as stupid as jealously. You both had feelings for one another, but won't speak so. It all started when Jimin began speaking to Ariel a female dancer that has been and still is on tour with the boys. Jimin would always speak about Ariel being the perfect girl and that he soon would ask her out. Hearing him talk about another girl broke you into pieces so, you reached your breaking point and cracked.

four months ago:

You and Jimin were at his apartment laying down on the floor and bundled up with blankets & pillows. Having the best of laughs until, he embarked on speaking about Ariel.

"she's everything I've ever wanted. I mean she's an amazing dancer. beautiful, smart, adventurous, an-", you cut him off standing straight up, heading to the kitchen.

"Alright, alright I've heard enough! Shut the fuck up already", Jimin glanced at you in pure disbelief. His whole demeanor shifted down into a confused expression. He followed you into the kitchen. "I'm sorr-".

"Of course you are", you cut him off again, rolling your eyes all at once. If Jimin hated anything, it was being cut off in the middle of speaking, especially if he's in the middle of apologizing.

"Are you on your period or something? Cause you don't have to be such a bitch, if you didn't want me to talk about Ariel you should've just said so", jimin stated angrily at your rudeness. This set you off like a alarm when there's a fire. "No, I'm not on my fucking period you fucktard", you spit back with fire.

"WELL IT SURE SEEMS LIKE IT! OVER EMOTIONAL BRAT!!", you and Jimin began throwing insults at one another. Calling each other endless amounts of names never once caring for one another feelings.

"I don't know why the fuck you are behaving like this. Ever since, I have been hanging out with Ariel, you get like this", you didn't want to confess. You have been in love with Jimin for the past year and you don't loath Ariel. You envy her and wish Jimin talked about you the same way he spoke about her. "No, I haven't"

"Yes you have"

"No, I haven't"

"Yes you have"

"Whatever, I'm leaving", you started to take a hold of your belongings. Until, Jimin snatched your wrist refusing to let you leave. "No, you can't run away like you always do!"

"Yes, I can. Watch me!", Jimin loved how sassy you can be, your smart mouth was his favorite aspects of you, but not at this moment. "Maybe Jungkook would be better company than you Park Jimin!", he felt his blood tingle at the thought of you going over to Jungkook's. He hated you hanging out with other men that wasn't him. It was like you knew this would leave him more pissed off than ever. Jimin wanted to demand you, command you not to leave, not to see any other man, but himself. That was too late cause you were out the door. Not daring to turn back.

The memory strained on you like a stained white dress. You spent these last few months listening to sad music, wondering how he was doing. If he missed you just as much as you missed him. You were playing, sleeping at last on your vinyl record about to change the tune, however you heard the doorbell ring. Checking the peak hole, solely to find Jimin standing outside seeking out for you. Your whole frame tensed, running your palms along your face. Looking into the small mirror on the side to see if you looked decently okay. With a weak grip you opened the door slightly, sticking your head out; meeting his chocolate brown ones. He looked older and more mature. You noticed he dyed his hair an orange reddish color and he looked irresistible, almost to pure to be true.

"Hey", you broke the silence.

"May I come in?", you didn't know what to say. You wanted him, yet you feared another argument. Nevertheless, you couldn't resist the angel right in front of you. "Okay", the word barely coming out. Opening the door to its full, allowing Jimin to enter your apartment. He glanced around the room, noticing how you remodeled the place since, he's last been here. "I see you changed the place", you simply nodded, not able to focus due to your lack of concentration. You both stayed silent for what seemed like years. Leaning against the wall, and him in the middle of the living room, searching for something to stare at, to make the situation less awkward. "Why didn't you call?", you remarked. Jimin has never been a man of words, so he couldn't tell you why. All he knew was he missed you and he felt nothing, but emptiness for the past four months.

"I- I... I wanted to okay".

"But why didn't you?"

"Cause I was scared that you would reject my calls", he admitted.

"Even if I was angry with you! I wouldn't do that Jimin! You left without a goodbye! You didn't once message me or call me. That hurt and I couldn't stop thinking about our stupid fight for the past four months. You stupid boy!", You exclaimed.

"And you don't think I wanted to! I wanted to believe me, but knowing you! Urghh! you can be difficult as fuck!", he shouted back with equal force, walking closer to you within the words he said. "Me difficult!", you yelled, stepping back, forgetting that you can't.

"Yes! You acted insane like always! I didn't know what the hell was going on with you that day", JImin said letting out everything. "I can say the same with you! Always forbidding me from hanging out with other men, specifically Jungkook. What the fuck has that poor done to you nothing!", Jimin changed from enraged to possess. "Cause you're not allowed to hang out with any guy, but me and only me!".

"See there you go with your possessive bullshit. you don't own me Jimin", he was fairly close to you, close enough for someone to past between the two of you. "I don't care. You can't speak with him. that's that!", Jimin didn't have a fair reason, he did not need one. He would make it his mission to make sure no man would speak to you even if, it meant he couldn't have you. "You narcissistic, self-righteous, possessive, son of a-", but you didn't finish your sentence for he had you shoved and pressed roughly against the wall. Jimin could no longer control himself, he's had to remain self-aware for the past year and now he can't stop. Seeing you wearing his t-shirt and meeting your thighs formed dirty thoughts, he was turned on every time you cursed at him. Loving how livid you looked at the moment. Enough to touch you and not touch you sweetly.

"I dare you to finish that sentence princess", the word princess rolling off his tongue sent shivers down your spine. You gulped, staring into jimin's lustful eyes, his hands in between your face. His legs on guard to make sure you don't escape him. "Say it!", you couldn't let him win.

"Say it!", still nothing.

"Say it", realization hit you.

"No!", this made Jimin smirk and you can see an idea popping in his eyes, you put on your best "brave face". "Baby girl, so brave yet so, weak", he can't know how much you want him right now.

"I'm not weak!", your hands tempted to shove him away, but, he was too strong for you. "Jimin move!", you keep on fighting, not letting Jimin have his victory.

"I don't think so princess. You've been very bad lately", Jesus fuck he has never spoken to you that way. You couldn't help, but love it. Jimin's left hand left the wall as he commenced to trail his fingers from my face to my thighs. Rubbing smoothly between my thighs creating friction. He stayed in my thigh area, letting his hands go higher and higher to my entrance. Jimin came in closer, not letting a single ounce of space between you both. He leaned into your ear nibbling the end of it. "(Y/N-NAME) I missed you", he said so sexy and sweet at the same time.

"Did you miss me?"

to be determined...