Silence °°°Jimin OneShot 21+ °°°

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WARNING:

If you do not like bad use of language then you should NOT read this fanfic, and this fanfic is detailed and a little rough. Buuuut if you don't mind these things then all I have to say is hope you like!!

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Jimin: "Baby I already told you I'm sorry...how much longer are you gonna keep up with the silent treatment?"

You saw Jimin's face appear in the reflection of your mirror as you sat down at your vanity, calmly brushing your hair and removing your earrings- completely ignoring his entire existence.

Jimin: "Y/N..." he whispered in your ear as his eyes glimmered with devilish infatuation before pressing his plumb lips along your neck line. To which you shooed him away, standing up abruptly and almost knocking him to the floor as you began walking into the bathroom to change into your pyjamas. Jimin flopped down on to the bed in frustration, ready to tear his hair out after a full, painstaking 4 hours of being ignored by his girlfriend.

A few hours ago, Jimin had promised to meet you at your apartment for a nice, quiet and romantic meal, that you spent the best part of your Sunday preparing for. You'd gone through all the effort simply because you and Jimin had hardly spent any time together the past 2 months- so it was important to you. However- the clock ticked by and the food was turning stone cold, so you gave up all hope of Jimin coming. Just after you angrily scraped the food into the trash can and blew out all the candles on the table, you heard a knock at your door that turned out to be a very out of breathe and apologetic Jimin.

Jimin: "I had to stay longer than usual and I completely forgot about our plans...I'm so sorry babe- but I'm here now...Y/N?"

He had to repeat the same apology over and over again, but truth be told; you were just to fed up to even dignify him with anything other than silence. You were quite surprised that he hadn't yet left, but you'd never given Jimin any type of silent treatment before; so it was turning out to be a learning curve for both of you. You returned to the bedroom in one of Jimin's old, oversized sweaters on you- your typical nigh-time attire. To find him laying on top of you bed; shirtless lokking like was ready to snuggels up to you as he often did. The sight of him being angelic always turned you weak at the knees, but you knew you had to keep up your ironclad act of being angry at him; or else the whole ordeal would have been completely pointless.

Y/N: " I hope you don't think you're sleeping beside me tonight- there is a perfectly good couch down in the living room." [you said coldly] not even looking in his direction as you closed your curtains, knowing that his eyes where burning into the back of your head. You expected him to protest in response. But all you heard was the gentle hum of your television in the background as you felt unknown tension rise and fill the entire room.

Y/N: "Jimin, are you liste-" you turn around to scold him even more, only you were met by him standing right behind you- his eyes filled with a certain kind of darkness that you'd never seen before. Jimin was usually the soft, loving type of person; but this was strange, foreign- yet exciting for you as you felt your skin heat up being in such close proximity to him.

Jimin: "If you wanna give me the silent treatment, that's fine Y/N~ " he spoke in a, velvety rich tone that made shivers form across your neck and arms as he ghosted his palm over your upper arm, gliding his fingers over you shoulder before tangling them with your hair.

Jimin: "But you can do other things with your mouth, other than speaking."

The next thing you knew, Jimin was pulling you by your hair to your knees before you clocked eyes with the prominent bulge in his boxers. You knew that you were being overly harsh with your silent treatment, but you didn't know your lack of affections towards him affected him that greatly. As you sat on your knees, waiting to see what his next move was, you couldn't let a small smirk creep it's way on to your face at how riled up and and aroused you had gotten him.