Don't Leave Me | PJM AMBW ✓

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"jimin" you throw your head back on a moan as the older spills his warm seed inside you, his mouth letting out a whimper like groan. you were the same aswell, mouth hung open and body shook from the orgasm.

he brings his face down as he rides his high out and places small kisses from your neck to your jaw, to your lips, back and forth.

he then pulls back, nothing but adoration in his eyes, "you're so beautiful," he murmurs.

pulling your hands up to your face, you feel your nose scrunch from such compliment. when you do, jimin pulls them down, a scowl on his face, but it was clear that it was purely playful.

"am i wrong?"

you shrug in respond and he shakes his head, a grin on his lips. "well as long as i'm able to tell you that you're beautiful and you don't deny it then i'm fine." he smiles then goes back to peppering kisses on you like the small convo never happened.

he pulls out slowly making you wince from the empityness and lays beside you, pulling you to the inside of him.

"i like your hair." he compliments, looking down at the parted boxes with knotless braids hanging out of them.

"where'd you get them done? we don't usually have, you know,-" he stops, thinking of the correct word to say that wouldn't come off as offensive.

"african american beauty shops?" you ask, laughing a bit as you turn your head up at him.

"yeah, yeah that." he nods. his hand goes to caress your shoulder and you feel yourself fall deep into a sleep that you didn't expect to take you.

"jimin!"

jimin jolts, damn near head butting jungkook right in the face but stops himself, hand on his chest and breathing heavily. "what? what happened?"

"it's your turn to record hyung." jungkook laughs. he had been watching jimin from afar for awhile now, watching as the blonde haired boy hummed with his eyes close, lips in a smirk even in his sleep.

"what were you dreaming about?"

"none of your business, sorry kookie." jimin stands walking past jungkook, his earring dangling against his neck as he took long strides to the booth. it was only the vocal line in today, the rappers having to record separately.

jimin reaches the booth, and smiles at the producer in front of him as he walks in. he pulls his phone out, the lyrics spreading on the notes app, which they had all shared with eachother when they were done.

"ready?"

jimin nods, a thumb going up to gesture to start. he looks down at the phone skimming through the words. when the music finally starts jimin breathes in and lets the words flow out.

"that uninterested face of yours, the bored tip of your toes; please, look at me now, oh" as he sing his lips were pursed, eyes narrowed as he thought about no one other than you.

"put your phone down, don't even think of turning your head away; let me know your type.you can pick and choose me, yeah, oh"

jimins feet and shoulders moved slightly as he took the beat into depth. his tongue pushed out the vowels so easily while his high pitched voice sounded way too wonderful.

"mix the colors in the palette, pick your filter. which me do you want? the one to change your world, i'm your filter — overlay me in your heart." he sung.

that's all jimin wanted you to do. even if he were to never say it, that's all he wanted. he knew he was a different man now since you had been with him four years ago, and he just hoped that this him was enough.

he hadn't even made a move other than the 'friend date' and he hoped that — that was a good enough sign to let you know that he wanted you back. he didn't want to move fast, considering minji was so used to you being alone and jimin had just came back into her life again.

he wanted to take things slow, and if it needed to be even slower then he would take as much time as you needed.

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"jihoon" you smile at him, as he pulled you in for a quick hug. you hadn't seen him in a while, due to him training for such a long time. but since they had a break, you were able to see him.

when you both pull away you find yourself on you tippy toes placing a kiss on one of his make up free cheeks. when you finally get down you pull him in the door, a smile on the both of your faces.

"you have black hair now."

he sits on the couch, legs spread open as his jean jacket swallowed him. "yeah, we record some things next week so this is fresh." he gestures to his head, and adds a wink.

"what have you been up to?" he asks, looking around as you plopped next to him. he brings his arm around your head and pulls you to his chest, making you sigh.

you and him were close with skinship, you never really had a problem with it and neither did he. even though nari pointed out multiple times that he was the clingy type and often seemed like your boyfriend from afar, you never noticed it. you were just friends.

"nothing much." you shrug. you look at the top of the stairs, waiting to see if your three year old would pop her head out, even though you put her down for a nap about thirty minutes ago.

mothers instinct was that she'd be up in a while.

"i've been hanging with nari... and uh jimin quite a lot." a smile slipped on your face as you spoke.

you felt jihoons chest rise up and down and then he spoke, "ah jimin-ssi, your ex, right?"

"yes,"

"you guys are back together?" he asks. he wanted to stop himself, he had no right to be asking you such things, and if he continued to ask he know he'd be going further.

"no!" you squeak, shooting up. you look at jihoon as his eyebrows snapped together in confusion then you sighed shaking your head.

"i mean, no, uh we're not."

"ah, okay then. just asking." he shrugs. "more cuddles?" he asks, and you laugh shoving yourself back into his hold.

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i never had a faceclaim for jihoon cause i usually don't do that, but park jihoon came in mind so this is who i imagine but everyone has their preferences.