You woke up as Jimin climbed on top of you, his sensual kisses all over your neck and face prompted you to open your eyes to meet his darkened ones.

"Good morning, baby" he purred huskily and pressed a kiss on your lips softly, holding his against them for a little bit before pulling away with a little playful smirk.

"Morning" you answered sleepily, sounding unamused about being woken up like this rather than into it as he had hoped.

For a couple of weeks, you'd been pretty apathetic and he'd been trying to get you out of your funk. He was not exactly sure what was up, but he had been making an effort to be there for you whenever you needed him.

Leaving that aside, you'd been acting normally. You messaged him throughout the week, since he'd been specially busy, you talked on the phone every night as usual, you had even packed home cooked lunches for him, like he used to do for you in the very beginning.

Yet when you were together your attitude was confusing, whenever he asked if everything's fine you said it was and you always told him you wanted him around when he asked about it. This didn't help his feeling inadequate.

Jimin decided to ignore the doubts he was having, trying not to read too much into it all, and kept kissing you to then start nibbling on your neck.

"Last night was good" he said in his deep morning voice, mostly to get a reaction out of you. He needed you to reassure him, since he didn't know what to make of it anymore.

"Mm, yeah" you hummed without really agreeing and he groaned frustrated. You took it as him getting into it though, so you didn't even pay attention to it.

You held onto the hair on the nape on his neck as he brushed his full lips all over your neckline. He was satisfied hearing your little whimpers when he worked on places where you were specially sensitive.

"My baby" you got goosebumps when his pleased low growl called you affectionately, reminding you of the fact that you were all his.

Your phone went off on your bedside table and not minding it, he continued to go lower on your neckline, as low as the t-shirt you wore when you were in bed together would allow.

To his surprise, one of your hands let go of his hair and reached out to the device, picking it up as if you were not in the middle of something. He saw a flash of the photo of that stupid good-looking guy as you brought the phone closer to you and he had enough of him.

He pulled back annoyed and you let go of his newly dyed black locks without as much as a whine, like you would when he stopped looking after you. Walking across the room, he brushed back his hair, running his hands to the back of his head, irked.

"Argh!" Jimin's hands balled into fists at his sides when he let his arms fall and he yelled exasperated, not knowing how to ease the displeasure he felt in that moment. He was fed up with this, with that man with whom he had to compete for attention.

You raised your eyes to glance at him looking tense in the corner of your room, his back to you as he tried to hide his face so you wouldn't catch his reaction. He made it pretty obvious by his guttural cry though.

"Jimin-ah? What's wrong?" you asked cluelessly and he turned to you with wide eyes, he couldn't believe it. As if the answer wasn't literally right under your nose.

"Who is he?" he questioned you, walking up to your side of the bed with angry heavy steps.

"Who?" you replied confused once more, not even having noticed how often he saw the caller ID on your screen.

"That guy!" he pointed at your phone dumbfounded, he wasn't sure if you were denying your actions or actually had not realized how frequent his interruptions were.

"Oh, that's..." your voice was low and it trailed off as you took a deep breath, you didn't really want to have this conversation. You'd been doing your best not to let it get in the way of your time with Jimin, which always eased your anxiety and gave you a break from your thoughts.

"You'd rather talk to him than be with me, right this very moment? Really?" he accused you incensed and his voice faltered just one bit. That's when you could tell he was hurt and not just jealous.

His advances were almost routinary by now. Even if you'd done it last night, he still got up wanting more. It came to a point when you gave in to make him happy when you could or told him you didn't want to when you really weren't in the mood. It didn't feel particularly intimate as it used to.

"This is Jeonghun" you muttered softly and he raised his eyebrows. He felt like clapping sarcastically, he couldn't care less about his name, what was he to you?

"Why do you walk away all the time to talk to him? Why does he get all the attention? What about me? I'm right here!" Jimin looked genuinely upset and you felt bad. You didn't want to bother him with your problems, but you hadn't noticed it was affecting him in any way.

"Jimin-ah, he's my brother" you said with a little pout, reaching for his hand.

"Your...brother?" you had told him about Jeonghun before and on more than one occasion had mentioned how he got all the good genes, people didn't even believe you two were related. It truly didn't seem like it, but that didn't mean you didn't have your own kind of beauty.

Jimin covered his face ashamed, feeling his cheeks burn. He had finally exploded, showing you just how insecure he was feeling and had embarrassed himself. It was just your brother. Your goddamn brother, Jimin wanted the ground to swallow him after that.

"I'm sorry I lost it, just...why is it so important that you get back to him immediately?" he mumbled, still feeling neglected by your actions.

Sitting next to you, he fixed his eyes on yours looking sad, his bottom lip jutting out unintentionally. This had really troubled him and he hadn't said a word about it for the longest time, how could you have know? You squeezed his hand lightly and breathed out in defeat.

"Well, you see, his birthday is coming up. He's been having a really hard time at work with my dad and then home with my mom pestering him to do things he really doesn't want to do. I'm thinking I should go down to Gwangju to support him at least. I don't want him to be miserable that day."

"Is that why you've been acting weird these last few weeks?" so he had noticed that too. You hoped he would just figure out you couldn't be all smiles every single day, that it seemed normal.

"I didn't mean to upset you, Jiminie. I was just trying to deal with my stuff on my own, enjoy my time of the week with you and not ruin it."

Your boyfriend crawled closer to you and pushed you back on the pillows behind you, feeling himself regain some confidence as this was cleared up. Maybe now that you had opened up to him about it, you'd be more relaxed, he thought.

"Jimin-ah!" you complained pushing him off and turning your face away from him. He was coming on too strong and you honestly hadn't even been into it from the go.

He sat back with his legs crossed, sighing frustrated, and you saw the dejected look on his face. Taking his hand again, you were going to explain now was not a good moment for you when he spoke up first.

"Am I not enough?" he blurted out letting his other hand fall on his thigh, motioning to his crotch.

"What? No! I mean, yes, you are. What are you talking about?" this felt like it came out of nowhere to you. You hadn't noticed the signs, assuming his drive was just higher than yours.

"I'm doing everything you told me you like when I asked, but it's not working"

"Not working? What do you mean? I love it" you commented with furrowed eyebrows.

"It doesn't seem like it, you don't ever get to finish" you felt exposed when he confessed he had noticed you were faking your orgasms. You thought you were pretty good at that.

"Oh, Jimin-ah, it's not you" you said, taking both his hands and kissing his cheek when he looked away not believing your words.

"I should be able to make you feel good, but I'm not satisfying you" he muttered, sounding discouraged.

"You are, I mean it. I do enjoy it! It's just that it hasn't felt the same way lately. You seem to get more stressed afterwards and even if you want it, it doesn't look like you are feeling good either. Is it because I can't come?" your cheeks were a shade of pink as you nervously curled a strand of your hair around your index finger.

"What kind of man can't pleasure their girlfriend?" he kept putting himself down as if it was his fault. It really wasn't.

"No, Jimin-ah. You're more than enough, I'm broken" you hurried to explain yourself. "I promise it feels really good, I just can't finish like that. I've never been able to"

"In what way then?" he asked hoping that you had the answer he had been looking for.

"I...need much more stimulation, I mean-" you turned to the drawer on your bedside and opened it, pulling out a small object and showing it to him.

"This is all you need?" he asked incredulously, taking the vibrator and turning it in his hand as he closely inspected it filled with curiosity.

"That's always done it for me" you nodded, pressing your lips together. This was awkward, but you wanted to make sure he knew it wasn't him at all. It could never be, had he looked at himself in the mirror? He made you weak without even touching you.

A wide smile slowly drew itself on Jimin's lips, before he raised his head and locked eyes with you. An unruly glint in his now hooded eyes, just from all the thoughts that were going through his mind. Excitement bubbled in his chest at the possibility of finally making you reach your climax.

He bit on his bottom lip and lifted his chin slightly, you stared at him as his tongue brushed it carefully to then trap it with his teeth once more.

"Excuse me, put that back in your mouth" you spat out feeling flustered as you held a hand to your chest as if protecting yourself. He shook his head calmly, his lips curled up at the sides with your reaction.

"And if I don't?" he challenged you with a sexy chuckle as he leaned closer to you.

"Mr. Park, don't threaten me" you began warily and he stuck his tongue out seeking to provoke you further.

"Oh, baby, I'm not threatening you with a good time...I'm gonna give it to you."

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This title really sends me, props to you if you get what I'm laughing at.

It's all been really sexual for my liking lately and that's not me or the main storyline, but I think it's different than with other books because well, we are focusing on each member with their own characteristics.

I still try to give every chapter purpose so it's not useless. I've been leaving you on cliffhangers and making timeskips for my own sanity, but I promise this won't last much longer now that they are properly working through their problems.

Hopefully it's not off-putting, don't want this to turn into a smut book because it's not meant to be even close to that. We are just going through realistic couples issues and insecurities related to our bodies. Our image of ourselves is heavily linked to the main topic of the book.

I hope you're enjoying the story so far and don't feel like it's derailed with the last few chapters. Heh, this is basically a wall of text in my defense, maybe no one feels this way and it's just me.