Repercussions & Revelations 

A concoction of emotions, type of a cocktail no one would want to be drunk on but for some information (as the reader's right) the cocktail includes happiness, a sense of profound longing, fear of losing the few friends she had made in the last four years, appreciative of herself, getting validation and expensive gifts from her parents. All in all because she had graduated. This was the time to get drunk on these foreign feelings, they came for such a short time but here she was, also dreading what had to come next.

Afterall, the stalker situation still had baffled her, it no longer made her angry though. The stalker who went by the name Younjoon, was in fact in the same university as hers. Due to his beautiful CSAT scores he had been offered a scholarship which he took up. He had a bright life ahead of him, even if the scarcity of finances was well evident in his pocket. His parents had died an early death, the only person left to take care of him was his grandfather, his elder sister by seven years who had been in Busan, working nine to five, struggling to pay the rent and merely being alive, striving to live a decent life. His grandfather had spent all the insurance money on Youngjoon's education and the little pension he had to keep three meals together. It wasn't as if Youngjoon starved, no that was nowhere close to his situation. He was in fact healthy, at the top of his class. It wasn't until he realised that his grandfather told him about the pain he had in his chest in mid june. It was a benign tumor which had to be surgically removed. But the money was hand to mouth, it was scarce for hospital bills. So he resorted to the worst, Youngjoon used his skills to his and no one else's benefit.

If not anything then she had felt a bit sorry for him, he could've taken a loan, seeing his university the bank would've easily given him some money, he could've taken a part time which he did take, in the CCTV security of Hybe, who knew he would've used it this way. Who knew if he was a part of those reformers. He would've graduated in the next two years, gotten a job at a good IT company but would that be the case now that the criminal charges stained his legal records? No.

"No really, I'll be back tomorrow morning." Daehye gulped the ramen soup as her brother hit her shoulder. "What are you gonna do in the night? Don't be shy, tell us." He wiggled his eyebrows, a side eye and a shit eating grin on his face. "I'm gonna do some skincare." Daehye wanted to slap his fucking face, right here on the dining table of this fancy restaurent itself, they should've picked another place to have a lunch, there must've been some twenty tables and ten of them had her peers with their families.

"Daehyun I'm gonna punch your nose.." Ara said, feeling thankful that she didn't have a younger sibling who was so damn interfering in lives which weren't even theirs. 

"Oh you're like some leaf, one blow and you'll be on the floor." Now Daehye's mother held his ear, twisting it, "Is that how you behave with your elder sister?" Nina said, "Aish sorry-"

"Better," Ara got up to excuse herself for the washroom. "Where are you both going anyways?" Daehye's father asked her, she had also practised the lies she would've spinned to tell them, Oh we're just going for some shopping, then movies, a typical girl's day out.

But no, in that particular moment she couldn't say all those words, she had already been lying enough about all the things unfolding in her life. "We are gonna have dinner with Jimin and Taehyung and then we'll go back to the studio house." Those words were enough for her father to get worried, he had also seen the news, he was well aware, he could see the worry in his daughter's eyes and yet here she was going to meet the reason behind all her newfound agony. 

"How many times do I have to tell you to stop being with him for sometime?" Her father couldn't and maybe never would understand why she still was with Jimin. "Because he is undergoing the very same situation I'm going through, and he understands-"

"He's one of the most influential people in Korea, Dae. His fandom is not attacking him, it's attacking you. He will get away with it, if your identity is exposed then you're done." Her father's words bitter, but true. He didn't know that Jimin was in anguish which he hid well, depressed because of all this, but her father had felt a parental instinct, she couldn't tell him that he was wrong because he was right at his place.

"Papa, he would never do that, you've seen him so many times, do you think he would hurt me?" She tried to reassure him, "He's a man at the end of the day."

"Papa, not every man is as shitty as every other man, you know?" Daehyun was the one who spoke up now, maybe he did because he had seen it for himself, how Jimin was crouching that day in front of his sister, afraid of how things had turned out the way they had for them, apologizing so much yet nowhere feeling the worth of being forgiven. "You're trusting him too much, It's going to go downhill."

"Oh come on Papa, just because-" just because- she didn't continue ahead. Rather she came up with one single sentence, "Leave it, I have things under control. Moreover I'm leaving so it doesn't really matter."

--

"You look pretty today, I'm always gay for the femme fatale you." Daehye took the hem of her vest to touch it, they had been walking from the past fifteen minutes, bidding farewell to Daehye's parents and assuring that they had left the area entirely. 

"Yeah, well I couldn't pull off a short dress in court." She was prior to this wearing a short white dress but settled for a tailored wide leg trousers and a cropped v-neck vest, "And you even painted your nails maroon? To intimidate the judge or to scratch up Jimin later?" 

"You're fucking gross." Daehye laughed, struggling to take a bite from the ice cream cone they had been sharing, "Okay now bestie look at me." Daehye paused as Ara took her hand, Ara then proceeded to hold Daehye's face in her hands, staring deeply into her eyes as if she was going to confess her love. 

"You can do it, if that judge is irrational or if that stalker gives baseless claims then go Eklavya on him," Daehye controlled her laughter, because Ara appeared business serious. 

"What does it mean to go Eklavya on someone?" 

"Beat the shit out of them." 

"Oh that I will." 

"Yes Jimin will handle the legalities, shove some money in their mouths." Ara then continued to walk but stopped again, "I love you alot, and I'm always here with you. And I know you're in the right, and all I see when I look at you is a strong, beautiful and confident young lady-" Daehye smiled at her, at how much she was worried, of how lucky she was to have her. "Kim Ara, what would I be without you?" 

"Better not to imagine that- oh my god!" Ara flinched because of the car that honked behind them. "Oh it must be Jimin and Taehyung." Daehye and Ara got off the footpath, Daehye out of habit opened the passenger gate but the seat was already taken by Taehyung, "Oh! Sorry, I wasn't expecting to meet you." Before Taehyung could answer she had already closed the door.

"We actually were debating if Ara finally embraced her lesbianism and was about to kiss you." Taehyung said while Daehye and Ara opened the door for the backseat, "Oh you have absolutely no idea of how i thought she's gonna propose to me for marriage or something."

"Yeah she must've gone like 'Daehye this Jimin is full of celebrity fuckery let's runaway'" Jimin spoke up, Daehye got a better look of him, dressed in a sky blue dress shirt along with black slacks. He looked good, yes, his arms looked good with the sleeves folded revealing his slightly tanned skin, the summer which had been filled with beach walks and late night kisses was slowly coming to an end, giving all of it to autumn. Now was not the time to get in the mood. But she did wish that he could just fuck her in the car. 

"Not at all, Daehye can handle the celebrity fuckery if you give her romance and disgusting sex." Daehye snapped her head at Ara and really gave her a full look filled with hatred, aftereffects of feeling betrayed, terrifyingly so pissed off because it looked like she had read her mind. "Right." Daehye nodded her head slowly, 

"That's gross." Taehyung mumbled disgustingly. "As if you don't have sex, as if you weren't on a mission to christen my whole bedroom." Jimin started to drive, given the circumstances which was quite tough to do so, because chaos had ensued. 

"They had sex in your bedroom?" Daehye's eyes widened, disbelief touching the skyline. No because- 

"You let them have sex on the same bed you have sex on? What is the deal with you?" 

"No wait- I said that they were about to but I stopped them." 

"You guys should be ashamed really, having sex on someone else's bed." Taehyung had that Tata mic face right now, because the couple in front of them had teamed up, "I think we should get her new mattress, she still isn't over that situation." Right, the situation wherein she had been cooking something in the kitchen only to have some other people bang on her bed. "Doesn't matter, I'm leaving in like a month tops." 

It was as Daehye kept reminding herself, she did remember when she flew to Korea all she ever wanted to do was fly back to California, or even Delhi, just not in Korea. There were no familiar places, no faces she had not severed bonds with due to the distance between but now, after four years, even after all the bullying and trolling going on and on on the internet, all she ever wanted to do was stay.

"Why so soon though?" Taehyung asked her, there were still a few months left for the first day of the PHD programme. "It's the recent situation, you know? And you guys have to also enlist in the military after two months." She was fidgeting with her fingers, she didn't know what to make out of the situation, she could almost sense an upcoming fight with Jimin, or maybe someone else. She didn't know at what magnitude it would be at. "Yeah, nothing happened out of the blue in college right?" Taehyung now turned to face them, 

"Nothing much," Really, it wasn't much, except when a classmate of theirs pinpointed how much Daehye looked like Jimin's alleged girlfriend. She remembered going numb at that precise moment, she thanked the higher powers of this universe which provided her with courage, and with how much of colossal liar she was that she answered the question without a wrinkle on her forehead, yet how loudly she was screaming inside. 

"Okay, listen. Taehyung and Ara I'll drop you guys at Tae's house, me and Lavya will be back by seven, and then we can have dinner." 

"Sounds like a plan." 

—

Ara had taken Daehye's face in her hand the second time before she got out of the car, told her that everything would be fine but no matter how much Ara explained to herself and Daehye, they were scared shitless. So was Jimin, so was Taehyung. 

"We really don't have that sex footage anymore you know?" Daehye spoke, her head leaned against the window of the car which had already been parked. 

"What if he claims that he never made one, that we are just allegedly-"

"We will find a way okay?" Jimin assured her, he squeezed her hand and he noticed her one leg anxiously going up and down, an old habit of hers "Okay, yes we will." She sighed and he handed her a black mask before they got out of the car and walked towards the entrance of the building. 

She wasn't accustomed to being in court, at least not when she had to go for a trial. She did think once of just going to a hearing, just to see how the things took place in there but never in her worst nightmares she would've thought that she would be in the room as the victim. It was fortunate that at least the hearing was private, without any begging or money shoving the court agreed to have a private hearing, with just Jimin and Daehye, their lawyer and Youngjoon with the Judge and the state prosecutor. 

"You really are the very same woman." Daehye turned her head to find the face, she saw a petite woman, her bob hair neatly combed in a side part, she was dressed in black formals. "If I'm not mistaken..." Daehye almost extended her hand, "Yes, I'm Minyoung, I'll be handling the case."

"It's a pleasure to meet you." Daehye shook her hand, not a bit too strongly though since the woman across from her looked too benign, "Are you doing well Jimin?" Jimin and Minyoung ssi looked well acquainted, Minyoung was well in fact in the legal advisory team of Hybe. "Yes, imo." Jimin bowed to her respectfully, in exchange she gestured with her hand to follow them. 

The short walk to the hearing room was silent and quick. They didn't stop anywhere except when they exchanged a glance before they stepped into the hearing room. Youngjoon had already been sitting there. There was a bruise on his left cheek, which Jimin wasn't sure if he felt proud of. That he had hit Youngjoon so hard that it left a temporary mark. 

The Judge took two minutes to come, and greetings were exchanged. The state prosecutor's eyes lingered on Jimin a second too long, the middle aged man had a teenage son, who happened to be a diehard fan of BTS. The irony seemed overpowering today. 

"Let's proceed without any delay." The judge said while turning the pages of a file, Jimin didn't want to but he already was judging the judge himself, he looked arrogant, the wrinkle between his brows had already formed a permanent crease. "Park Jimin and Ek-" the judge struggled to pronounce Daehye's real name, 

"It's Eklavya Min." She said, her voice bold. She had already put on the confidence as if it was a clothe, taking and wearing it on at any given time. Only she knew how much of all this confidence felt false, as if it was a facade and the reality of it all see through. 

"Park Jimin and Eklavya Min, have accused Mo Youngjoon of filming an illicit video-" 

"I did it, I confess to it all. I filmed them having sex, I installed the camera when most of the office was relieved of their duty, and I held Eklavya ssi at a gun point before Park Jimin ssi came to the rescue. I confess to it all." Daehye looked at Youngjoon, really got a better look of his face, quite baffled, Jimin couldn't really gather or not lose his shit so he blinked slowly.

"What?" Daehye whispered, her face twisted into an expression of confusion and disbelief. Jimin and Daehye, and their lawyer had prepared every evidence they could gather, they had rehearsed, literally rehearsed what they were going to say if Youngjoon denied all the claims, had come up with every genuine retort and reply which would be feasible to make the judge believe their side of story. Their lawyer even, a practised woman at the age of fifty, had fought in court as long as she could remember, for what she gained the reputation of one of the strongest lawyers in the country.

And here, Youngjoon confessed to it all, without even stuttering, his voice was mellow yet it held its ground. "Are you fucking serious?" Daehye was dumbfounded, at his stupidity, this person in front of her was not even trying to fight, but then she thought how useless it would've been to actually fight against Jimin. 

"It's a request for the government to provide my grandfather with the treatment he seeks. Please, I beg you." The state prosecutor looked defeated, it was as if Youngjoon had already spoken to his lawyer, said that he would confess to it all without spinning any pretty lies, without saying that question Daehye had expected to come, 

'If he did really film a video, then where is the proof that he did so?'

'There was a camera found in my studio.'

'How can you say that the camera belonged to my client?' 

Something along those lines, Daehye had expected and had readied herself if shit ever went sideways, she had planned of what she would've done if Youngjoon fought back. But here he was, with that same glint of desperation in his eyes, that same evident fear. "Are you-" The judge said, there were five people in the room, all of them staring at Youngjoon as if he was some profound extraterrestrial claiming that the physics of their universe was entirely wrong in front of the most paramount physicists. 

"Yes I accept my crimes, and I'm also sorry, for whatever discomfort I caused. Especially to Eklavya ssi, I'm very apologetic to you." It was no fun, it was no fun to Daehye who had been planning revenge all day only to have the culprit surrender and actually act like a normal human which was so uncommon among criminals. He was sorry? Daehye wanted anger to spill free, here she actually felt pity for Youngjoon. She wanted to be angry, she wanted to smile and show Youngjoon a middle finger when he was taken away by the officers, with his hands cuffed and a prison sentence scarring his life, now all she would hold for him was, "I really wished you were better than this, I really wish that you never did all of this, you did us dirty, you did yourself the worst."

Jimin had dwelled over it for so long, he knew that his so called developed country was in the ruins for its leniency and was known notoriously for not punishing the guilty of their righteous crimes, he knew that Youngjoon would get a maybe just a year of serving, two maximum so it didn't come as a surprise when the judge said that Youngjoon would've gotten two years in prison.

But because he had accepted his crimes, was truly apologetic to what he did, understood the severity of how deeply the victims were affected; his serving time had been reduced to ten months. 

Flat out. 

All his life Jimin would be skeptical of his own place, never truly finding relief until he himself checked the place for any hidden cameras, Daehye wouldn't even maybe look him in the eyes in the office now, though the damage had been caused already. "I already took care of your grandfather," Jimin said, he did actually pay the bills of the hospital, he also hired a caretaker and called Youngjoon's sister back from Busan to Seoul. 

"Thank you so much, Jimin ssi." Youngjoon's voice came strained, his eyes downcast in shame.

 —

"Aren't you happy? We got what we wanted." Jimin revved up the engine, Daehye stared at his hands on the steering wheel. "Yeah, I mean, don't you think it was too easy? I'm a bit skeptical."

Jimin couldn't tell her to not overthink the situation, he himself found himself in that shipwreck minutes ago, but not as of now. "Forget that, did I ever tell you that you look like you could commit my murder any second?" Her nails and the vest she wore, suited her at a spiritual level.

"I know you would be the one handing me the knife." She pointed an accusatory finger at him and he took her wrist in his hand only to kiss her knuckles. A minute ago she was puzzled, clueless and trying to figure how she could navigate through her life with these circumstances on her head, the next minute she knew he was complimenting her and kissing her hand (which she still wasn't used to) so he could for a moment make her forget about the past and the future, so she could be alive with him in that very second. 

"To get killed by you? You kill me every day ma'am." With those deadly looks of hers, "Then why aren't you dead?"

"Can you play along for a second?" 

"You're ruining the fucking logic my brother." She said nonchalantly. "I'm just so elated that at least this situation is over." To be honest, Jimin was not overthinking one bit, he wasn't even thinking about this situation. He was blank in his head, maybe the only thing he had was what he wanted to have for dinner. 

But deep in his sub- conscious he was worried about what that meeting with Bang si-hyuk would be like. What action would they take? Who were these reformers really? Their IP addresses were unable to be traced. Their information unknown, their strike target unknown, their strike date unknown. Jimin also felt this intuition that Youngjoon might've been associated with the reformers. 

"Youngjoon filmed us in late July, that video of ours on the internet HOLY FUCK JIMIN!" Jimin had a mini heart attack when she yelled, "First, don't scream like this." Jimin put his hand on his chest, half of it for the drama, 

"Yeah sorry, it's not like I found the cure to aids." Daehye grounded herself, the revelation she came across wasn't rocket science, it was but only connecting the dots. "Second of all, yes I'm thinking of the same thing." 

"Whatever, let's go to Ara's." Both of them were done talking about this for the day.

---

The dinner turned out to be great, the focus on the cuisine momentarily took their attention. But halfway through the dinner Taehyung was already recounting his training days, Jimin had already clutched his stomach, almost falling off the chair twice and finally falling for the third time. 

Taehyung's house was royalty at its advanced level, the cream coloured curtains and the undeniable golden hue on the walls, but the paintings were a bit questionable, not in a bad way they, just revealed Taehyung's other worldly aesthetics. 

Daehye was sitting on the far corner of the living room with an empty plate which earlier contained chocolate soufflé and observing Ara's karaoke concert, the woman danced freely with her hair open, the summer dress she wore made her look even more carefree. She would miss Ara a lot. A lot was an understatement, Ara loved people and people loved Ara. 

Daehye would also miss Jimin, no she won't miss him, she could certainly say that she would curl up in a ball and hug herself and cry with that heavy feeling in her chest choking her out, all because she couldn't just see him, touch him, she wouldn't be able to reach his face just so she could pull him in a kiss, there wouldn't be any movie sessions where she would lay her head on his shoulder, there would be no love making where he would just pamper her, touch her everywhere and make sex look like a full blown worship session, there would be no fucking, the fucking which would take place in the kitchen or the shower. There won't be his instant smiles where he would just laugh and she would feel relived of her stress. 

"How much do you think woman?" Jimin had walked up to the living room and sat next to her, "Then cease it." 

"Cease what?" She leaned back and put her head on his chest, she took in the scent of his cologne her hand coming up before she swiped the corner of his lips with her thumb, licking the chocolate off. "Cease my ability to think, numb my mind, so that I only think about you." She whispered to him and the way he looked at her, they way he looked at her dear lord, she would gain just a bit of dominance and he would strip it off with him just staring at her.

"Stop with that look." he still held on to her gaze, his hold on her waist tightening, he brought his mouth down to her ear, lips brushing softly. "What if I don't?" her heart skipped a beat at his voice.

"When you look at me like that......a child doesn't sound all that bad to me." 

--

"Hey!" She squealed when Jimin made a sharp turn, the steering rotating back under his touch. "You know you always look so hot while you do this." Jimin gave her a side eye, the lightest tease of smile evident on his lips. "Like when you back your car,"

"Do I?" He kept his hand on her thigh, she noticed how slowly it travelled up. "You do." And she also noticed how none of them were interested in discussing the recent events rolling in the films of their lives. They needed escapism.

"Jimin." He stopped the car at the red light, his fingers close to touching the thin lace of her underwear, "We're gonna reach home soon." His eyes focused on the timer of the red light. "I'm telling you to not stop." He didn't wanted to really, but her wearing pants wasn't helping him get a better access.

"Four minutes, that's all."

Daehye entered the apartment first, her steps stopped by a grip on her wrist and just that instant she was slammed against the wall, and then they crashed, his lips on her, his one hand pinned her wrists above her head, the other unbuckling her belt and pulling the trouser zipper down.

His lips left a trail of kisses down her throat as his length pressed against her clothed core, he fiddled with the buttons of her vest, the cold walls and his frantic touches left wake goosebumps on her bare back. "Jimin." He nipped the skin of her throat as he took off the vest, "I don't-"

"Don't?" He smiled as he pushed her bra cup and sucked her breast in his mouth, her chest heaving, the warmth of his hand and the coldness of his rings on her skin, "I don't want to see so many clothes on you." He unclasped her bra before he unbuttoned his shirt with slow movements, all that damn time his eyes taking in her every curve as she let the bra fall on the floor.

"Gosh, you're such a sight." He kissed her again, his tongue claiming hers, earning a groan as his thumb slid down the waistband of her lace, and his mouth went down her sternum, his knees hitting the ground mere second later, he spread her legs after he took off her panties, pulling her one leg over his shoulder. Her back arched the moment his tongue swiped up her clit, the back of her head hit the wall, her eyes closing to just feel the sense of him, losing herself in the ecstasy.

Jimin sucked her clit, his tongue wet and warm, coaxing over her bundle of nerves, drawing circles before he added a finger, "Jimin I- ah." She gasped as he teased the spot which almost tipped her, her hand in his hair as she moved against his mouth, drawing noises she wanted to control but couldn't, "Calm down babe." It was ironic how she was complaining about the cold breeze a few minutes ago, now her skin breathed fire as his fingers touched her folds, dripping them wet, drowning them in.

He added another finger, "It would be my pleasure for you to come as I lick your cunt." His fingers bringing her close, "But I would love it if you rather came apart on my cock." he licked her again, and then rose up before he kissed her, giving her a taste of her own self, "Please." She said, his eyes half hooded, under that certain daze of lust.

"What do you please?" Jimin grazed her nipple with his thumb, pausing in between the kiss only to bring his fingers above her mouth. "You." She first teasingly licked his fingers with the tip of her tongue and then proceeded to suck them, hollowing her cheeks out, her eyes fixated on him. "Fuck, you will destroy me." 

He turned her around, her palm and forehead pressing the wall, his one arm sneaked around her waist as he pushed her hips closer to his. She could feel his hardened length pressed against her back, he moved her hair to her shoulder so that he could leave open mouthed kisses on her nape, sucking and biting her skin just so it would later bruise. 

And though she was enjoying every second of how he teased her, she also grew impatient and was just about to say something again, her mind almost on the verge of forming a single simple sentence when he unbuckled his belt, his palm pressing below her navel and almost instantly thrusted inside her quite without a warning, her eyes shot open as he pushed himself in her, her breath on a standstill, "You're so wet and warm." His eyes closed as she gasped, his one hand cupping her breast and the other on her clit. 

"Is this mind numbing enough?" She moaned again, this time the sound turning him on even more, his teeth grazed her earlobe, lowly he said, "I need an answer babe." He slammed into her again, her frame on the edge of collapsing because of the building orgasm. "Yes," It was a nice place to come, in fact he could've come just by hearing her moan his name, just by tasting her on lips. 

But Jimin needed to see her face, he needed to see her desire filled eyes with tears wetting her eyelashes, her lips red because of all the kissing and her skin glowing because of the orgasm, she looked gorgeous when she came undone because of him. "Do you want to come here?" His thrusting got a bit slow, between this fog of lust created by her brain she tried to think, 

"No." she whispered, leaning her head back on his shoulder, her neck and collarbone glistened with a thin layer of sweat. "Great." He turned her around again and brushed a light kiss on her cheek. He picked her up, locking her legs around his waist, his bare abdomen pressed against her clit so she rubbed herself on him, jerking just a bit which made him curse again. Her mouth captured his as her entire body seemed to be caught aflame yet how every nerve of hers was aware of his touch, of his shaft which pressed her a bit more as he took a step towards the room, she couldn't think straight. All she could think about when he gently set her down on the bed was him.

She sat straight only to help him with his clothes, he took off his shirt whilst she pulled down his trousers and his underwear. "You're quite impatient." He chuckled under his breath, his heart palpitating with every breath he drew. "I'll take your constructive criticism in regard."

His hair a bit ruffled, his lips swollen, nothing really was better or sexier than him positioning himself between her thighs, the moment he did she took him in her hand, pressing her thumb over the tip and spreading the pre cum all over his shaft, it drew a moan from him, groaning her name in a desperate need.

"That's it babe." He took her hand, interlocked his fingers with hers , savored the feel of her warmth on his tip, "Please Jimin, I need you inside me."

And it was maybe just enough for him to fully thrust inside her, walls clenched, pupils dilated, sensations magnified as he pulled and pushed himself again, so languidly and leisurely. "Jimin." She called his name with an unsteady breath, not being aware of anyone, of her own self as he drew himself out only to go in again, this time fully thrusting without hesitation.

 
"God I love when you call my name." He couldn't think, process when her legs wrapped around him, every thrust long and slow, deliriously so. "Fuck" she groaned as her nails buried deeper on his bicep, her orgasm building up and echoing through every muscle of her body, every fibre going numb but feeling enormities at the same time.

His lips claimed hers, she was like a drug, intoxicating his very being. Numbing his every pain and building such a haze on his potential to think, she was his, all his and he was hers, no one possessed the baseless capacity nor the capability to take her away from him, to take his love which he had for her, the love whose existence seemed ever consuming, it had devoured him. He belonged here, with her.

"Harder." She managed to say and as if he barely opened his eyes to pull himself from the trance and he adjusted a pillow behind her back, making her almost sit up, just a bit as his mouth hovered above hers. He thrusted deeper, harder, he obeyed and did what she asked him to do.

This was the only coherent thought she had at the back of her mind as he fucked her senseless, Jimin, Jimin, Jimin. His name, him as he filled her with warmth as her orgasm came to life, clutching onto him, his lips went to her neck, teeth burying deep in that soft skin because of the excruciating pleasure he felt rush in his veins. He drew a low moan which was music to her ears, "Lavya fuck." He shivered in her arms as he collapsed upon her, both their breaths ragged, deep and fast, her back arched when he rubbed her clit again making her grip more around him, her walls contracting.

They went perfectly still for just a few seconds, she smoothed her hand on his bicep where she had scratched him and he smiled into her clavicle,

"I love you." He said before pulling himself out, to peck her lips before he rolled off the bed. He returned a minute later with a glass of water and a towel.

"Mind numbing enough?" He asked her yet again as he handed the glass to her, she took a long sip, "What?" She asked him back, a deep blush on her face, giving it away how she was re- thinking of what he had done to her, how much of a mess he made inside her, how she had practically begged him to do so.

"I suppose it was." He pulled her in his arms, saying it yet again "I love you." He  kissed her softly, "God I love you, I love you so fucking much Eklavya, can you feel it? Can you feel this love I have for you?" Unimaginable and unfathomable, "I do, I feel it every second and I don't want to lose it Park Jimin, ever." She was crying, wanted to at least, tears had already pricked her eyes but she held them in. She didn't wanted to ruin this moment by growing all sentimental.

God why did it feel like it all was going to end?
Who would really? Who would really fuck me this good? Love me this much? Who would I let fuck me this good? Who else if not him? Who else would I be this vulnerable with?

She slept with these thoughts dormant in her head, dreaming of Jimin for the first time, the man who walked too close to her but the moment she reached for his hand, he disappeared. 

AU

Yall's smut is fucking tough to write, I thought that if i enjoyed reading it and I can visualize the details in my head then writing it must be a cakewalk. BUT NO. I was holding my head in my hands the moment I started writing. So what I'm really saying is that this is my first time wherein I have written a smut scene and I don't know if I fall more towards bad spectrum if I do then let me know in the comments so that I could delete this shit T-T. 

Six fucking thousand words mind you-

Vote and please comment. I adore the fuck out of comments. 

edit; yo guys enlighten me please, what did I get wrong? the smut? the court scene? idk cause this chapter has over a hundred reads with three votes (which might've been left out of pity) 

T-T