A/N: Jimc centric for obvious reasons

~Three Days Later || 9:03~

Jimin grumbles to himself as he fixes his appearance. He looks like a Captain alright. Another day, another interview. He enjoys the spotlight (sometimes), but not today. He's in a horrible mood to say the least, then again, how can he not be? Jimin sighs, placing both his hands on the sink and gazing into the mirror. Jimin looks tired. Unbelievably tired. He hasn't been sleeping at all, so it makes sense. He looks tired even for someone running off of little to no sleep.

He makes sure he has everything really fast. Himself, check. His uniform, check. His phone, check. His comm... wait, where's his comm? He has his phone, so it's not that important, but it's still something he should have. Jimin feels both his tiny wrists, noticing that it's missing. He panics, searching the bathroom. Jimin could have sworn he brought it in with him, but he can't find it anywhere.

"Fuck this isn't good, I need it," he whispers to himself.

His crew normally communicates using comms, not phones. Not everyone has phones. Jungkook, him, Anya, Sapphire, and Y/N are the only five who do. He doesn't think the rest of the crew will be bothering him today, but still. Better to be safe than sorry, right? He keeps searching, kneeling and checking the floor. He watches his step, making sure it's no where to be seen before he stands and groans, giving up. Jimin turns his head towards the door.

"Hey honey, have you seen my comm?"

He waits a moment, then goes still. His breath gets caught in his throat, and his heart burns at the sensation. That's right. She's not here. She's gone because of him. Because he couldn't contain his anger for more than a minute. He coughs, feeling tears sting at his eyes. He really fucked up. Beyond a shadow of a doubt. Jimin's called her and apologized, but it's not enough. She deserves an in-person apology. He wishes he could find her to do so, but she's not at the mansion. Where is she?

Baby comes rushing into the room, peeking up at Jimin with curiosity in her eyes. "Alright Baby, let's get you outside." He guides the puppy downstairs, opening the door for her to run around. While she does, he gives her food and fresh water. Funnily enough, his comm is on the kitchen counter. He picks it up and grunts, strapping it around his wrist. He gets an idea and stares at the device. His idea probably won't work, but it's worth a try.

He changes the frequency, letting out a deep breath and turning it on. "I know you don't want to talk to me, but you deserve to hear an apology face to face. I'm glad you're okay. I hope you know that that's all I want." He lets out a breath. "Remember when you told me the crew should be my top priority? Gosh, that was so long ago. We were really a new couple then. But even then I told you that you're my number one priority. Y/N, that still holds true today. You will always be my number one priority."

He sniffles, shaking his head. "You're the love of my life. I mean that. These past few days without you... I just... I'm so fucking lost. I can't think straight, I can't even fucking see straight. I'm so sorry, honey." He forces himself to stop, closing his eyes. How can he even get his thoughts into words and emotions? He barely knows what he's feeling right now. It's a mix of sorrow, anger at himself, and anxiety. He's not even sure anymore. How can he be sure? Jimin's a mess.

Jimin takes a few moments, then sadly smiles. There's three words that can get it across perfectly. "I miss you," he whispers, his tears falling. The words hang in the air for a few moments. Jimin can't even smell anything at this point. His vision feels bland, his fingers struggling to find anything to hold. Mostly because they want to hold her. His baby. "I love you, baby," he adds, rubbing his fingers against his temple.

There's a few more seconds of silence, so Jimin gives up. "I have to go bring our pup in. She's been good. She definitely misses you though. Not as much as me, but yeah. I promise I'm not neglecting her. Make sure you're taking care of yourself, okay? I have a bit of a busy day again, but I won't let my anger get to me like last time. I'll find other ways to take it out. Maybe by calmly talking about it."

He looks down at the counter, shaking his head. "I'm so sorry. I can't say it enough. Fuck, I miss you. I miss everything about you. I miss seeing those eyes first thing in the morning, I miss calling out 'Jagi' and hearing your cute little giggle, I miss our late night cuddles, I miss our nights together on the balcony with Baby watching us." He smiles at the thought, then sniffles again. "I love you, Jagiya. Never forget that. I'll scream it if you want me to." He waits for another moment, wanting her to reply desperately. But, of course, no response comes. "I love you," he repeats before turning off his comm. He runs his hands through his hair, groaning.

"What the fuck am I doing?"

~9:08~

Seulgi stares at the comm in shock, amazed at what Jimin just said. Y/N is in the bathroom, giving herself a pep talk in the mirror. After listening to that whole confession, Y/N needs to go talk to him. Y/N didn't hear what Jimin said, but if she did, she'd go running. That much is obvious. Y/N has been so down in the dumps. All Seulgi can do is watch and try to hug it better. Nothing ever works anymore. Y/N needs Jimin. She doesn't realize it, but this fight is over.

"Hey babes? You done in there?" Seulgi asks.

"In a sec, I just want to drown in my misery for another few seconds." Well, at least she's honest. Seulgi bites her lower lip. Should she tell Y/N about the comm? She wasn't kidding: if Y/N heard Jimin's words, she'd be on her way to see him. One thing's for sure, Jimin loves Y/N. Jimin loves her more than anything. If he didn't, he wouldn't be so persistent.

Honestly, it pains Seulgi to see him trying so hard. From what Seulgi has heard from Hoseok, Jimin has been hanging out at the mansion a bit. He's been playing pool and arcade games with the boys to try and take his mind off things. He's hiding their issues from everyone who isn't Hoseok and Jungkook, but everyone is suspicious despite how hard Jimin tries to blow it off. Eventually the truth will come out. Sooner rather than later. Seulgi lets out a small sigh, shaking her head as Y/N strolls back into the room.

"Did you need something, Seul? It's still pretty early if you wanted to get breakfast or something. I might have a coupon laying around somewhere." Seulgi watches the girl move to her dresser, opening it and looking for new clothes to wear. She's wearing Jimin's hoodie right now. Of course she is. She's been wearing it every night to sleep. She looks so cute all cuddled up in her man's clothes, but she'd look cuter cuddled up next to the man himself. God, how are these two so stupid?

"Y/N." The girl freezes. "You need to talk to him."

She takes a moment to compose herself before replying. "I will," is all she says.

"When?" Seulgi asks.

Y/N finally turns around, leaning against the dresser. "Soon. I promise."

"Y/N, I can't stand seeing this anymore. He loves you, he's clearly in a bad place right now. He hates himself for what he did. Why are you still staying away? It's been a while now babes, why aren't you talking to him?" Seulgi honestly can't figure out the answer. Y/N misses him more than anything, so why stay away?

Y/N bites her lower lip for a moment. "I'm scared."

Well no shit. "I know babes, I know-"

"No, not of my feelings." Okay, that's a little unexpected. "I'm scared that things will change between us. Before this fight, everything was perfect. I loved every second. I'm not saying I won't after we patch things up, but what if this happens again? What if I cause it next time? I'm scared of myself. I feel like such a hypocrite. I know that if I were in his shoes, I'd want nothing more than to hear his voice again. Gosh, it's been so long since I've even heard his voice. It's so painful. And..." Seulgi leans forward, Y/N holding back tears. "When he was yelling at me, I thought of my father a-and it triggered something I thought I was past..."

"Oh my God, babes, come here." She does. She sits down next to Seulgi, but doesn't quite meet her eyes. "You know I love you, right?"

"Of course, I love you too, Seul."

Seulgi can't help but smile at that. "I can't imagine what you went through on Ganymede, and I won't pretend to. I just hope you know that Jimin loves you more than anything. He's proving that more and more every day. I know you're scared, but you love this man, right?" Seul asks.

"Are you serious? I love this man so much that I forgot the rest of the world."

"Then there's nothing to be scared of. The only one who can battle your demons is you, but Jimin will help you. Go to him." Y/N is about to protest, but Seulgi doesn't let her. "Relationships change. You and I both have enough experience with them to know that. It's okay to be scared, but please don't be scared enough to make him suffer any longer. At this point, I'm surprised he doesn't think you've broken up with him. Or better yet: thinks you're dead. If you ignored me for this long, I'd think you died."

"Really Seul?"

"Really!"

Y/N shyly smiles, looking down and fiddling with her fingers. "Seriously babes, are you going to let this poor man suffer any longer?"

"No, I shouldn't. But, one last day?" Seulgi groans. "You can kick my ass if I don't do it tomorrow, but I want one last day to process everything."

"Everything I said?"

Y/N nods in response. "I want to make sure I'm mentally ready to handle him and my past. The last thing we need is for me to blow up at him or start breaking down crying."

"Well, I can't argue with that." Seulgi takes a moment, then sighs. "You've already forgiven him, haven't you?" Y/N doesn't reply. She doesn't have to: the silence tells Seul all she needs to know. The two go quiet, looking down at the ground practically in-sync. There's a lot on Y/N's mind for good reason. Seulgi can't help but compare their situation to her relationship. If Hoseok made a mistake like this, would Seulgi have the same reaction as Y/N? Would she be less harsh? More? Only time will tell, but every relationship is different. Their fights will probably be over who gets to eat the last slice of pizza. Or at least, that's what Seulgi hopes they fight over.

"Is breakfast still an option?" Seulgi asks.

Y/N chuckles, wrapping an arm around her best friend. "On me?"

"Oh no, you're in emotional distress. It's only fair if I take some of that away."

"We're literally rich, we wouldn't feel it in our bank accounts."

"Exactly why you should let me pay," Seul says, nudging Y/N with her elbow.

"Yeah yeah, fine. I'll let you spoil me just this once."

"As long as you agree to talk to him tomorrow!"

Y/N giggles. "I love you, sis. You know that?" Seulgi sighs, closing her eyes and giving Y/N a squeeze.

"I love you too, babes. I love you too."

~22:44~

Hoseok curls up next to Baby, watching Jimin grab a bowl of popcorn. "Lots of salt?" Hoseok asks.

"Saltier than your girlfriend."

"I'm telling her you said that."

Jimin fakes a look of fear. "That woman is scary when she's angry, please don't."

"She's hot when she's angry, excuse you."

"She's your girlfriend, not min-" Jimin chokes, shaking his head and pretending he didn't just think about Y/N.

Hoseok mentally groans but physically offers his Captain a small smile. This whole fight is going on too long. He should talk to her, Y/N should man up and talk to Jimin. This is getting frustrating for the entire crew. Seulgi has been staying with Y/N. That's fine, but now Hoseok is starting to miss his girl.

Hoseok watches as Jimin comes over with the bowl, plopping down next to Hobi on the couch and placing the popcorn on the small table in front of them. "What do you want to watch?" Jimin asks, picking up the remote.

"Not horror."

"Horror it is."

"Park Jimi-"

"I'm joking, I'm joking," Jimin says with a snort. "I don't want to scare Baby." The puppy looks up, smiling at her father. "Come here, darling." The puppy crawls over Hoseok, making him pout.

"What am I, chopped liver?"

"Do you want me to answer that?" Jimin asks as he grabs Baby's small form. "Come here Baby, daddy wants cuddles," he murmurs, holding the dog against his chest. Hoseok would be lying if he said his heart isn't melting right now. Jimin and Baby have the cutest relationship ever. Okay, maybe not over Taehyung and Jungkook, but over all the other relationships. Yes, a puppy and a twenty-five year old man have a cuter relationship than even Hoseok and Seulgi. Even cuter than Y/N and Jimin themselves. Baby and Jimin are so cute. Hoseok hates how cute it is. It's physically impossible to stay mad at Jimin when he's looking at Baby with so much love.

Baby licks his cheek, making the man laugh. "Gosh, you're so cute," Jimin mutters, booping her nose. For a split second, Hoseok is jealous of a damn dog. After walking in on Jimin and Y/N, nothing has been the same. He hasn't been able to see Jimin in the same light. He's not gay for Jimin, but that doesn't mean he can't find him attractive. Cause God damn Jimin is good with his hips. If he looks good, Hoseok can only imagine how Y/N feels. Hoseok shakes himself out of his thoughts. Good job Hoseok, think about the Captain's sex skills while in a relationship. Smooth Jung, smooth.

"Everything okay?" Jimin asks, peeking at his crewmate with concern. Classic Jimin. Has a million problems, a shattered heart, and is barely holding himself together, but he still cares. He cares about everyone around him. No wonder why everyone respects him so much. Hoseok is one of those people.

"I'm okay, I should be the one asking you that."

Jimin frowns. "What do you mean?"

"Jimin, you don't have to hide it around me. I know you've been pretending everything's fine when the others check on you, but this is me you're talking to. Me. Jungkook and I should be the last people you hide it around."

Jimin's eyes instantly fill with tears. Baby rushes into action, cuddling her head against his neck as he sniffles. "Thank you Baby, I love you." He turns to Hoseok. "I miss her."

"I know."

"I don't know what else to do."

"Have you tried talking to Seulgi? I can easily call her and get her to talk to you."

"But... I don't know. I don't want to force anything on Y/N. I think I've done enough, don't you think?"

"Jimin, people make mistakes."

Jimin seems unconvinced. "I made a bad one."

"And you will again, and Y/N will too. You two have an unbreakable bond. I know you guys will work out," Hoseok says, keeping his tone as delicate as possible.

"I just feel so bad. These past few days have been everyone giving me advice and I feel like such a prick."

"You're literally our Captain. You have quite literally saved our lives and countless other lives. Jimin?" He hums. "You're allowed to have days where you're vulnerable. You're allowed to have days where you're not our Captain, but a human being with emotions." Jimin bites his lower lip, looking down, so Hoseok presses harder. "It doesn't matter that you're a guy. It doesn't matter that you're our Captain. What matters is you're going through pain right now, and I hate seeing that. You're my friend, Jimin. One of my closest ones."

"Even over Yoongi?" Jimin asks with puppy eyes.

"Okay, don't push it." Jimin cracks a smile at that but doesn't reply. "Don't feel ashamed of your emotions. I mean that. You should never feel ashamed. You can't help the way you feel." Jimin opens his mouth to reply, pure awe in his eyes. He can't seem to find the right words though. Hoseok softly smiles. "You don't have to say anything. Just focus on yourself. Here, why don't we watch something stupid?"

Jimin grabs the remote and turns on the TV. "I don't think they have mirrors on TV, but I can try and find one."

Hoseok laughs. "You're something else, Jimin. I'll give you that." Hoseok's comm dings before Jimin can reply. He looks at it in confusion, then brings it to his lips. "Hoseok here."

"Hey sunshine, you went over Jimin's house today, right?" Seul's voice asks.

"He's right next to me, why?"

"Oh thank God. Jimin?"

"Y-Yeah?" Jimin asks in a stammer, keeping his eyes on Baby.

"Can you and Y/N make the fuck up already? I heard what you said to her earlier. She wasn't around, but I was. She's absolutely miserable, but it's not because of your fight. It's because she's away from you. She probably won't admit it, but I can see it."

"I appreciate the sentiment, Seul, but it's probably because of the fight."

"She wears your hoodie to sleep every night. Explain that."

Jimin goes still, his breath getting caught in his throat. "S-She... she does?" he asks in a whisper.

"She keeps the sleeves right against her nose so she can remind herself what you smell like. She cuddles with it and whispers your name in her sleep. She misses you more than anything. Make up. Please."

Jimin stays still, unsure of what to say for a few moments. "I- um, where do I even find her?"

"She went to the Otsiningo Park. She probably won't be back all night. Find her and take her home, okay? I'll pack her stuff, I want her gone by tomorrow."

"Eager to get rid of her huh?" Hoseok teases.

"I love her with all my heart, and that's exactly why I'm doing this. I can't stand seeing her so sad. I want to see that precious smile again." Jimin stands at her words, placing Baby next to Hoseok and balling his hands into fists at his sides.

"Hoseok, I'm going to bring her back here, so..."

"I'll go back home," Hoseok says.

"Thank you, Hobi."

"Anytime, Capt. Do me a favor?" Jimin hums. "Make sure you and her are smiling tomorrow morning."

~23:04~

The sky looks rather lonely tonight, or maybe that's just you. You sigh, peeking up at the clouds. Looks like it's about to rain. You should probably head back soon, but at the same time, you like the atmosphere. Peace and quiet. It's what you need right now. You're in the park: it's empty this time of night. Honestly it might even be closed. You didn't think parks could close, but you wouldn't be surprised if there's some restrictions due to the war.

You like how no one has been around in the past hour. It's been nice. The night sky is honestly very comforting despite everything these past few days has entailed. You haven't talked to Jimin yet, mostly since you need some space. Time away was exactly what you needed. You're much calmer now, even ready to talk again. Not until tomorrow, but still. What he did wasn't really that bad. It's not like he screamed or got into your face, he just called you annoying and raised his voice. Granted, that hurt, but still. It's not as bad as your first fight, you'd say. Your last fight was gosh, a while ago. Back on Ganymede. Maybe that's why this one is so shocking. Maybe you needed an excuse to get space.

You groan, resting your face in your hands as a single droplet of rain hits your shoulder. Looks like your time is up, you need to get moving. You hate yourself right now. You and your thoughts. Why can't you just talk to him? Why is it so hard? You doubt you'll get an answer, but oh well. Another sigh passes your lips, this time convincing you to stand. The sidewalk feels heavier than usual, the cool air brushing down the road.

More rain hits your clothes, making you shiver and decide to move away. The streetlights feel colorless as you stroll down the concrete, refusing to look back. The stars definitely aren't out tonight, not that that's a big deal. For once, the sky isn't really your concern. Your mind is. What's going on up there right now? What are you even doing? Not even the peaceful environment can stop your rapid heart.

The rain falls faster, making you grunt and grit your teeth. You didn't bring a jacket. It slipped your mind. You didn't think you'd need one on a nice night like this, but the rain had other plans. Checking the weather also slipped your mind (nice one Y/N). So, you trek down the sidewalk, shivering and holding your arms close to yourself. You slow down, leaning against the nearest streetlight and glancing around.

There really is no one around, huh? You find it slightly strange. Well yeah, it's raining, but you know of a few people who would still love walking in the park at night. Your eyes get soft, sadness filling your expression. Jimin is one of those people; you and him talked about doing this as a date late at night. Never happened. It will eventually, but for now, it hasn't. You really need to talk to him, but you're scared. You're not strong enough yet. You need another day.

However, it seems like the universe has other plans seeing as to your right, a male figure comes into view. You gulp, looking over and seeing the unmistakable face of Park Jimin. He stops and notices you, him only about twenty feet away. Your breath gets caught in your throat. Why is the world so against you today? You pretend you didn't see him and push off, sauntering away.

"Y/N! Wait!" he calls after you, making you mentally groan. Do you really want to? No. Do you have much choice? Also no.

So, you halt your movements, sighing and turning around. He pants, slowing to a stop a few feet away. He still gives you the space you need, but you can tell he's missed you. Just based off his posture he seems almost devastated. Broken. Lost. It breaks your heart, but you have to stay strong.

"Y/N," he whispers, his voice barely heard over the rain. He notices your frail form and takes off his hoodie. "H-Here, you're cold."

"No thanks," you mumble. It's the first thing you've said to him in days, which makes him take a step back.

"Can you say that again?" he asks.

Although surprised, you comply. "No thanks," you say, louder. He lets out a breath, softly smiling, but it quickly falls back into a frown.

The two of you stand there, you looking down and him holding his hoodie. "Please take it," he says.

"No."

"I know you're pissed at me, but please. Don't catch a cold." You peek up and meet his pleading glance. After a moment of thinking, you decide to take it. You grab his black hoodie and throw it on. It smells like him, and you'd be lying if you said you didn't miss it. In fact, this is exactly what you needed. You thought you were so unhappy because of what he said, but it was actually the opposite. You were so unhappy because you missed him. You're still a little mad, but you can't deny that just his scent can make you feel better.

"Thank you," you say, letting out a warm sigh.

He takes a cautious step forward. You allow it. "Y/N, I am so, so sorry. About everything. Ignoring you, blowing off your good deeds, but most importantly, I'm sorry for what I said."

You nod. "Okay."

"I... okay? Y/N, if you want to slap me go for it. I deserve it. I was an ass."

"Yes, you were."

He gives you a sad smile. "Please tell me you were taking care of yourself."

You're shocked by this to say the least. He's not mad that you left? He's more worried about your health? Why? "You're not mad I left?" you can't help but ask.

"What? Baby, I literally called you clingy and annoying. I'm amazed you didn't block my number and break up with me." You smile despite yourself, looking at the dirt and kicking at it. The rain comes down harder, making it difficult to hear, but neither of you care at the moment. "I can't apologize enough. I promise you I'm going to work on my anger. I've said it once, and I shouldn't have to say it again, but you're my girl, not my punching bag." You nod, taking in his words. You've punished him enough. "I'm so sorry, Jagi. I never meant to hurt you. Just that day... Baekhyun leaving, the interviewer asking me those stupid ass questions? I let it consume me, and I took it out on you. That's so unfair to you."

You stare at him and sigh. "I'm so sorry you had to go through that. You shouldn't have had to. And I get it, Min. I do. It just shocked me. It's been a while since we've fought, and it scared me thinking that I was gonna lose you. I thought you were changing, that you..." You trail off, not wanting to say the words.

"That I what?" he asks, pain in his tone.

"That you didn't love me anymore," you murmur, tears burning at your eyes.

"Oh baby girl," he whispers, bringing you into a hug. You accept it, missing his warmth so badly. "Y/N, I will never, ever stop loving you. Ever," he says, kissing the top of your head. "I can promise that."

"What? Promise? Min, that's a big-"

"I know. I know it is." He pulls back, holding your left hand. He brings it up to his lips, kissing the promise ring. "I promised you I'd marry you, and now I'm promising that I'll never stop loving you. I want to promise because it's true. We've been through hell and back together quite literally. Losing you? Just these past few days without you has been the worst. How would I last the rest of my life?" The rain hits your body more and more, making you frown. "I love you," he whispers, kissing your hand.

"I love you too. And Min?" He hums. "I forgive you, and I'm sorry about everything you've had to go through. I haven't been a good girlfriend. You've been suffering and I didn't even notice. I'm so sorry."

"It's my fault for bottling it up until it exploded. I couldn't even handle interviews. Don't apologize for my weakness."

"Mimi," you whisper. "You're not weak. You're far from weak. You're the strongest guy I know, and whenever you want to talk about something you're struggling with, don't hesitate. Don't let it build up inside you again. I love you too much to let you beat yourself up over this. I'm sorry about everything. You may have said harsh words, but they would've never happened if I paid attention."

He softly smiles. "Baby, don't blame yourself for my mistakes, okay?"

Although you want to protest, you find yourself nodding and sighing. "I can't wait to go home."

"Wait, you're coming home?"

"Of course I am. Do you know how much I missed cuddles?"

He engulfs you in his arms, making you laugh and hug him back. What he said was fucked up, but he seems to really hate himself for saying it. What kind of person would you be if you didn't forgive him for making a mistake? You made the same one literally in your first fight. Saying he wanted to blow up Kepler because he was jealous. Yeah, ouch. That was just as bad as this. That was a low blow. He forgave you for that, so it's only fair you forgive him for this.

He pulls away, giving you a small smile. He clearly wants to kiss you, maybe even make out with you, but he doesn't make a move. You can read it in his expression how badly he's missed you and your touch. "I really am sorry," he murmurs.

"Min?" He nods. "I know." His eyes fill with relief at that, and together, the two of you walk away. The rain still pours, soaking you, but you don't care. You can't see anything that's how hard it comes down. Jimin doesn't seem to mind. In fact, he seems happy. Hmm, wonder why. You smile to yourself. However, after only a few seconds, you bump into what you can only assume is a streetlight.

You yelp, tripping and almost falling. Jimin grabs your arm, and you whip around. Your chest hits his, causing you to let out a breath. He stares at you, the rain no longer bothering you either. You meet his beautiful eyes, your breathing in-sync. Your fingers can feel his pulse speeding up at your proximity. He has shock written all over his face, surprised by your closeness after days of being touch starved. So, you make the first move.

You kiss him.

He's even more stunned. You don't care about everything that's happened: you need him. You need his lips on yours. With that in mind, you desperately kiss him, his hands gripping your waist while your arms wrap around his neck. He bends your back, his body dominating yours as you kiss in the rain. You form a fast pattern, his hands creeping down to your thighs. You let them, focusing more on attacking his lips.

The kiss is hungry, the two of you needy for more. Jimin grabs your thighs and you jump up as you always love to do. Jimin holds you, you creeping up to try and hover over him. He holds you up higher, allowing you to be above him slightly. You suck on his lips, tasting both him and the water resting on his mouth. He pulls back for a moment, his eyes scanning the area before he grunts and comes back to you. Jimin attacks you again, shoving his tongue into your mouth without any warning.

You only moan as he storms towards something you can't see. Within a few seconds, you feel yourself being laid down on a bench. He crawls over you, barely fitting onto the wooden structure, but he's too preoccupied to care. Jimin doesn't speak; he hovers over you and stares at you and only you. You grab the back of his head and smash his lips back against yours. He lets out a gasp at the contact, allowing you to slip your tongue inside him. His tongue meets yours, the two of you passionately kissing each other and ignoring your surroundings.

He plays with your lower lip, rolling his tongue over it while you use yours to explore his mouth. You trace over every detail, rushed breaths coming out of your nose. Neither of you care about your desperation. He pulls back, sucking in the air around him.

"Can we take this back to our place?" he asks. You'd love to tease him, but you can't. You're too needy. So, you nod rapidly. He smiles, sighing in relief before picking you up again.

The whole way home, his lips barely leave yours.

~23:30~

He bursts through the door, not caring about anyone or anything at the moment. He kicks it closed behind them, pulling back and panting, a single trail of saliva connecting their tongues. She stares right into his eyes, neither of them speaking. He gazes at her, their words being exchanged through their minds. Baby rushes up to them with a bark, and Jimin sighs. He reluctantly lets Y/N go, placing her feet back on the ground.

She kneels and pets Baby. Jimin watches, smiling at them but also impatient. Y/N gives her lots of love, laughing and kissing their cute little puppy. He leans against the door, waiting a full minute before Y/N stands. "I'll get her a treat," she says before heading over to the fridge. She nearly trips on one of Baby's chew toys, but she doesn't even comment or whine. Y/N grabs a small twisty thing that's supposed to be good for Baby, then she makes the dog sit for it. As soon as Baby does, Y/N gives it to her and turns back to Jimin.

He gets the message, crossing the room and entering the kitchen. Baby runs away with her treat, which he's grateful for. He grabs his girl by the thighs and picks her up again, connecting their lips once more. She moans against him, only making his vision worse. Jimin closes his eyes, knowing the path of their house well enough by now. After an entire minute of fumbling and kissing, they make it to their bedroom, Jimin throwing her on the bed.

He takes off her shoes, and she does the same, tossing them away. He jumps on with her, hovering over her and pressing his lips on hers. She claws at his clothes and he takes the hint, kissing her for another few seconds before pulling back and taking his shirt off. "J-Jimin," she whispers as he helps her remove her shirt. He doesn't reply, he merely helps her strip. As soon as she's left in only her bra, he sits up and removes his pants.

She throws the last piece of fabric away just as he pulls down his boxers, eyeing her with hunger in his eyes. She looks at him, breathless, her skin wet from the rain. He licks his swollen lower lip, laying back down on top of her. He wraps an arm around her back, resting his head on her neck as he slips inside her. She moans at the contact, and he closes his eyes. Jimin fucks her like she's been gone for years. He doesn't speak, he doesn't do anything other than focus on his thrusts. Hard but slow, taking the time to feel her pulsing around him.

Her fingernails dig into his back just the way he likes it, making him moan against her skin as he goes back and forth. Her legs wrap around his waist, guiding him in and out, her wetness coating him. The pleasure builds inside him, a pleasure he hasn't felt in way too long. He wants to tell her how much he's missed her; he wants to scream it. He wants to scream how much he loves her and how sorry he is, but he doesn't. Jimin chooses to show it more and more with each thrust.

She clearly feels it, seeing as she clenches down harder on his skin with each movement. His hips burn, the sounds in the room turning him on even more. He lets out sharp breaths, not caring that they're both drenched and messy. Jimin kisses her neck, flicking his tongue over the skin while the bliss erupts in his stomach. Neither of them are overly loud or vocal. They're taking turns letting out groans, their wet skin sticking them together.

Jimin can't help but go harder, closing his eyes and not worrying about the rest of the world. All that matters is this moment. It's not about the pleasure. That helps, sure, but it's not about it. It's about making her feel the love he's wanted to give her. He wasn't kidding: he fucks her like she's been gone for years. In Jimin's mind, it feels like it's been years. The euphoria filling his body is an afterthought.

He pulls his head back and opens his eyes. He stares at her beautiful face, using one hand to cup her cheek. She pants, peering up at him as he slows down. He gets lost in her beauty. She licks her lower lip, staring back with just as much awe. "I'm so sorry," she murmurs. He shuts her up by kissing her, going right back in hard with his thrusts. His brain is thinking about the kiss more than his movements down below, and for good reason.

The kiss is sloppy and wet as hell. He can taste the rain, in a way. Their skin touching makes their entire bodies feel hot. Again, he doesn't care. He closes his eyes and embraces the blackness as he lets his hands and lips do the work. Jimin keeps his fingers on her cheek, tilting her head up so she can taste more of him. He switches sides, his nose bumping off of hers like always. He smiles, happiness exploding inside him. He's never this happy. Even when he's dancing. Being with his girl makes him a new type of happy. A happy he can't describe.

The familiar sound of skin slapping on skin fills the room. Jimin pulls away from the kiss to speed up, seeking more pleasure. Once he feels it, he moans, closing his eyes as his lower half spikes with ecstasy.

"Fuck," she murmurs, having the same reaction as him. He brings his face closer to hers, brushing his lips past her needy mouth. She tries to come closer, but he only smirks and wraps one arm around her back.

She lets it happen, wetting her swollen lips once more and giving him puppy eyes. Her body is shaking from the force of his thrusts, but she's more focused on staring right into his eyes. He can't help but give in. Within a second, their lips crash together, desperately sucking and grasping at anything they can get. Jimin goes for her lower lip while she tries to go in with her tongue right away. So, they make a mental compromise. She gets to go in with her tongue for a few seconds, then Jimin gets to suck on her lower lip.

After she's done with her tongue swirl, he grabs her lip and makes it his. He makes her entire body his again. Jimin cherishes the soft moans she's releasing into his mouth as he moves his hips back and forth. The way she reacts to him makes him feel like he's on top of the world.

Jimin kisses her constantly, his lungs burning, but he doesn't care. Minutes must have passed by now, seeing as he feels himself getting closer to the edge. He breaks their long kiss, saliva (or rain) practically dripping off of their lips while he focuses on slipping in and out of her. She moans, clutching at the bedsheets and throwing her head back. Jimin loves the sight, only getting more turned on. The feeling of his orgasm comes closer and closer until he mentally begs for it.

She climaxes with a loud moan, the sound making him finish as well. He replays her cute little sound in his mind as he rides it out, his body a mess of saliva, rain, and sweat. When he pulls out, the two are breathless. Jimin collapses next to her, glancing up at the ceiling. She doesn't even move to cuddle him. The two are way too amazed to speak or move. That was intense to say the least.

A whole five minutes pass, and still no sounds. However, Y/N moves. She curls up on his chest and lets out a relieved sigh. "I'm sorry it took me so long to talk to you."

He kisses the top of her head. "Let's move on from that. What happened between us is in the past now. But you still have my permission to slap me for saying what I said. You can use this free slap pass at any time," he says.

"Even when I dom next time?"

"You're doming next time?"

She snickers, kissing his chin. "I love you, Mimi."

"I love you too, Jagiya." Hearing those words from her mouth sparks something inside his heart. They go quiet again. Jimin lets his mind wander to the mall. That day she looked so happy. "You know the other day? When you went to the mall?"

"Yea- wait, how did you know I went to the mall-"

"I was there. The text you sent to Jungkook about the dress? I was the one who replied to it. He wanted me to."

She peeks up at him. "And here I thought Jungkook was on crack. It was you the whole time."

"The dress is beautiful," he whispers with a smile.

"Thank you," she whispers back, letting her head hit his chest. She closes her eyes again, breathing slowly.

"I love you," he mutters again, closing his eyes and keeping his arms wrapped tightly around her back.

She kisses his chest in response, keeping both her hands on his abs. "Goodnight, Jiminie."

"Goodnight, baby."