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These violent delights have violent ends

"Hey I left one of my notepads at your house, it's light purplish sorta." Daehye stopped Jimin as he was about to exit her car. "I have the same one actually, wait here I'll bring it." Jimin closed the door behind him and hurried his way to the elevator.

Whilst reaching he fiddled with the various novels and a few copies, his and Daehye's were just beside each other. He opened the notepad to see if it had english cursive letters, once it was confirmed he scurried his way back where her car was parked.

"Thanks. Dream about Taehyung oppa byee." Daehye waved her hand whereas Jimin's eyes squinted in a questioning look. Dream about Taehyung? Yes.

Upon reaching her studio house her eyelids already felt weighted down, she entered her dimly lit abode and was about to throw the notepad on the couch when suddenly a paper fell out of it. She crouched to pick it up.

This letter is gonna burn to ashes, or will be crumbled down, or will be torn to pieces so precisely that no one would be able to decipher it.

This is my usual rant, I ranted on my hyungs, on Jihyun and multiple times on Taehyung yet still here i am.

Dear Daehye.

First thing, you have fucked up my life mercilessly. You're on my mind, and really I have no idea how to get you out of it. My thoughts were ruled by Grace, now they are ruled by you and some of your actions make me reminisce about the woman whom I lost.

I think I love you.

Correction: I thought I could love you.

But I cannot.

You see Daehye, you get my heart rate fast. Even your dagger-like glares, your banters, your intelligence full of factual data debates, they all have the full capacity to get my mind off some negative things. All negative things. You make me happy Min Daehye. But I fear that it's all because Grace and you are similar. Jihyun was right, even your MBTIs match.

Why are you so similar?

Maybe loving you would've been easier if you were different from her.

I don't deserve you. But I want you. Hell, I need you. Yet I don't think I need you for you. But more of a mere replacement.

That was the time when Daehye closed the letter she wasn't meant to open. Tears repeatedly came out of her eyes, she wasn't even blinking. Just staring like the whole world was on fire. The letter moved on to the second page but she didn't read that. She felt fragile, so fragile that maybe if she read one more line then she would've broken like a glass which slipped out of someone's grip. Crushing into pieces.

You guys know? There are two types of heartbreaks, or let's say two situations which lead to aching. One is when we admire something from afar, something we know which is well out of our leagues, or maybe it is but we're too nervous to approach it. We know from inside that the person or thing we're rooting for will never be ours. Yet here we fall or rather succumb to it's way too powerful grip.

The second is when we think that what we're rooting for can be ours. We know that the feelings will be reciprocated. Until it all falls down, the dream breaks and then the dream is a real nightmare unleashed upon us. In the first situation, no expectations are involved. In the second one, the heart is filled with expectations and those things stab us.

Daehye was the victim of the second situation. Her chest ached literally, she could feel the pain surging, she held her palm over her chest to soothe the pain but it made no effect. It was useless.

What was more haunting? The fact that the letter was written in english as if it was written for Daehye or the fact that she wasn't meant to read this yet universe forced her hands to open it. Or the fact that if she didn't read this at all, Jimin would've locked up this side of her. God knows for how damn long Daehye would still think that her feelings were reciprocated.

They weren't.

After just sitting on the wooden floor, her eyes now numbed to crying. Her tears now are nothing but salt streaks against her pale skin. After blinking again and again, forcing herself to get up, to get herself together she decided that she had to avoid Jimin under any circumstances. The way they communicated looked like they were a newly married couple. Hell they weren't even dating or seeing each other.

Daehye had to avoid the fuck outta Jimin before it was too late, before her feelings dived in any deeper in the ocean of hopelessness it was time to get on the bay of her actual world.

She knew too much of him, he knew too much of her. Her only silent prayer was that he would not spill her flaws to someone else. But she felt somewhere safe amidst all this. She felt safe for a second that even if Jimin broke her somehow, he made sure that whatever time he gave to her was memorable in the best way possible. Jimin was a walking green card but Grace spoiled all that. Sadly enough that time is over now.

Daehye for starters enrolled herself in whatever kept her occupied. Internships, part time barista jobs, studying at the library, whatever which kept her busy. Whatever her mind got off from Jimin. Well the list only included her course related things but at least for a damn minute she could focus on something else.

Same for Jimin, his comeback was in September or early october, August was already knocking on the door. The maknae line picked a different genre all together and constant hard work was being put into it. Numerous recordings of the same stanza over and over again until it wasn't what it meant to be perfect.

But Jimin was well aware of Daehye's absence. She would not pick up his calls maximum of times. When she did, it was only to tell that her schedule was packed, and he would just nod to himself and wish her luck and encouragement for what was coming.

And just like that time seemed to go on, until almost mid of august, Daehye was cracking her neck by rotating it on its axis, massaging her shoulders. Conclusion was that her muscles were cramped up badly. She closed her book and checked her phone screen to the time, close to eleven at night but she continued to stare at the screen.

It was a wallpaper of Jimin's, luckily this same trait was followed by millions of ARMYs and hence no one was suspicious. "Time to change the wallpaper." she said to herself as she fetched in her gallery for some aesthetic pics. She wasn't self centered enough to put her own pic so she settled for a pic of Daehyun, just when she was about to crop the pic her phone vibrated.

"Hello?" she smiled, forgetting what bullshit was up. "Hey." The raspy voice came from the other side, washing over relief like a huge tide. "Wassup?"

"What's up with you? Are you fine?" Jimin asked her. "We manage." she said while packing up her textbooks. "I was wondering if you could stay over today."

"I have to complete an assignment"

No she didn't.

"Oh well......." there was a long pause in the line, the voice of disappointment crystal clear. "Okay, but I'm here just in case you feel like taking a break." he said as she battled with herself about what to do.

"Okay." she cut the phone and her shoulders slouched. Going would result in what? Perhaps it would lead to something, but what? Physical touch? God she was craving it from him. Emotional deep talk? Yes she needed that badly. What did this couple do to each other? They didn't only become each other's makeshift partners at times but makeshift homies. This was bad.

I need you, but not for you but for the woman I lost.

Jimin's words echoed like a ricochet. But for now she wanted to forget about that damn letter. So without wasting a second she swung her bag on her back and picked up her car keys rushing straight to Jimin's safe haven.

The lift gates opened and a splash of water was heard with soft R&B music playing. Her eyes immediately went to the long ass balcony swimming pool. Jimin emerged from the surface of the water, brushing his wet hair off his forehead before turning his head towards the entrance. "Am I disturbing your swimming  schedule by any chance?" Daehye stood rooted to her spot, a sly smile on her lips as her eyes checked out every move of his.

By the time Jimin said something she had already started to approach him. "Absolutely not." the smile never leaving his face at her sight. "Have I ever told you that you prolly have the most aesthetic property I've ever come across?" Daehye took off her sneakers as she eyed the black tiled pool, dim golden lights illuminating it under the water and soft steams rising from the surface. The whole city was on the show, the skyscrapers, the lights which made Seoul, Seoul.

It was only a tempered glass separating, it must've been covered with black film which made the penthouses' insides invisible from the outside world. "The money they took was aesthetic too."

"Definitely worth it though.'' She folded her ankle length jeans from the bottom but another splash was heard and this time it was her phone falling from her pocket. "Aish fuck."

"Self service, take it yourself." a smirk formed on his lips as he back swimmed towards the opposite edge. Daehye gave him a 'seriously?' look to which he turned his head in another direction. With no other option left she peaked her head under her tshirt to see if she wore the right bra. Making the right impressions were important and so she thanked god, a Calvin & klein black bralette was certainly good to not leave any kind of impression, be it good or bad.

She took off her jeans swiftly and made a bun out of her loose pony hair before unbuttoning her shirt. Jimin wanted to turn his head in her direction but refused to let himself do that. He was careful about her boundaries and watching her undress without her consent  was not in the list. "Okay Park." she first sat on the edge and then jumped into the pool, within a second her phone was in her grasp.

"I got it." she waved the screen at him, blush creeping through his neck when he looked at the wallpaper. Her arms were on the floor and her collarbone fully prominent, her cleavage visible as she gazed at Jimin. Suddenly enough the whole pool's warm temperature burned against their skin, no words left to say and the tension so thick that it could've been cut with a knife.

The music in the background wasn't really helping, it was just making Jimin feel the urge to touch her more and more. "Nice playlist you got." She complimented him in an attempt to ease the tension.

"Tell me the meaning of this text Daehye," he licked his lips, "for the constellations of your skin to brush against mine, I would swim the ocean of yours a thousand times."

Her eyebrows raised, a look of bewilderment visible on her face, "constellations of your skin and ocean." she repeated his words, thinking what it could've meant. His pale skin was on the show and so was hers, she was slightly nervous cause no, she hadn't been this undressed in front of him.

"Wait skin and ocean- god fuck Park Jimin you just asked me to have sex in a poetic manner." upon coming to the mind altering revelation, her mouth was in a big 'o'. "Your turn, say what's on your mind, but make sure it's like this.'' He swam towards her and stood next to her as their eyes met, his body so close to her, she wanted to kiss him until she fell asleep.

She knew that coming here would spoil everything. He wasn't even hers yet he looked at her like she was the whole world, as he took his hand in hers and as his fingers brushed against her bare waist her mind went completely blank. This was a violent delight. And upon that thought her mind came across something.

"These violent delights have violent ends. And in their triumph they die, like fire and powder, which as they kiss, consume." Jimin was well aware of this line, and that was the reason why he said those lines simultaneously with her.

And then there were no words left to say. Just their eyes glued to their intertwined hands. "Can I kiss you?" he suddenly asked.

"Yes kiss me all you want Park Jimin." and then his lips were on hers. His hands finding their way to her bare waist and hers on the back of his neck. He bit her lower lip before she opened her mouth, his tongue habitual to her mouth but everytime they did it, it seemed like the first time. It felt brand new.

Their tongues fighting for dominance as an urge grew, more. "More." she moaned into his mouth as she felt a smirk on his lips. "So needy." he hoisted her hips and positioned his clothed member directly on her core. Passionate, intense, irresistible, Park Jimin was all those for her. His fingers brushed her back, her body in chills despite the hundred fahrenheit temperature.

Daehye, her name started to feel like the shortest language Jimin would have spoken. These violent delights have violent ends, it was him and her and they didn't care what will go wrong, whatever will be won't cancel out the joy they got from each other.

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someone who wishes to enlighten me on why 'evil bts' is trending will be blessed. Boy in luv can be girl in hate in evil bts. fake love can be real hate. goddamn why am i even trying-

AAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNDDDDDDDDDDD, the motherfucking Tae rumors. I mean it was gigantic on Korea's side, like tell those armys to first stop calling themselves armys and secondly someone go and explain them like bruh no, hell no. Value their privacy. They are gonna marry one day and it's not gonna be you, nor me. we see what they want us to see and it's absolutely fine- that's a healthy fan- idol relationship.

anyways guys please vote, it keeps me going on.