A/N: The audio above is what I've listened to while writing this chapter. At a certain point in the chapter, I will specify when to start playing it. Don't play it until then!

A/N P.O.V

This is it.

Taehyung attempts to calm his jittery self down, as he enters the West gate of the park and a bouquet of roses in his hands.

He tugs on the collar of the suit he rented for the evening, brushing his hand over his hair that was parted to the side.

A blush creeps onto his face, as he imagines his lips against hers, under the tangerine sky of the setting sun gazing down at the two of them.

His curious eyes darted around the place as his lips pushed out into a pout with his eyebrows raised.

He looked here and there, but the pretty woman never caught his eye.

The sun had set, and the sky was now a dimming blue. The bouquet is held loosely in his hands as he pokes his tongue in his cheek as he checks the time.

6:27 p.m

A sense of disappointment and sadness washes over him as he stands helplessly in the open grass of the park, his head drooped.

She didn't come...

Did she possibly forget? Maybe I should call her.

Dialing her number and bringing his phone to his ear, he rests his hand on his hip, exhaling a deep sigh.

He freezes, hearing the familiar idol ringtone that she never changed for years.

His eyes raise to the stream of benches along the sidewalk, hidden by the trees.

And that's when his heart dropped down to his feet.

Through the branches sat a couple on the bench, their back facing him. He sees the silhouette of the woman staring at her phone, before silencing it and putting it back into her pocket.

The bouquet of 100 roses slipped out of his limp fingers, dropping to the grassy floor with a thump.

"The number you have dialed is currently busy-"

He stares hopelessly at the silhouette of the two people before him. The man takes her hand in his, speaking something that never reached Taehyung's ears.

The woman seemed taken aback for a moment, and his hand reaches up to cup her face.

Through the smoke from their cigarettes that made it harder for him to see, he tears his eyes away from the scene when the pair inch closer to each other, inevitably connecting their lips.

He turns around, his hands trembling in fury as he holds tight onto his phone, the other clenching into a fist.

He lets out a wavering breath.

Did you do this on purpose?

This isn't like you, my sweet Y/N.

Did you do this... or did he make you like this?

I never thought you'd do this to me. I trusted you.

I hoped... that your heart would have raced like mine everytime I saw you.

I hoped that your eyes would've never left mine, like me everytime I saw you.

I hoped that your breath had always ceased to exhale like mine, everytime I saw you.

I hoped... that your mind was bombarded of me, just like mine everytime I didn't see you.

Shoving his phone into his pocket, his lips tremble as melancholy heaved and tugged on his heart.

Was I never good enough?

Not wanting to spare a last glance to the couple lost in each other, he walks away, his foot kicking the bouquet of roses as he passes.

This won't be the last of me. I will win you over.

A bastard like him doesn't deserve you.

This won't be the last of me.

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You let go as soon as his soft lips delicately meet yours.

Your hands immediately slink around his neck as he pulls you closer, cradling your jaw in his.

He tilts his head to the side, deepening the kiss. You whimper as he nips at your lower lip, his hands ravaging your body.

Your mind couldn't comprehend anything that was going on, except his previous words.

"I'm here to assure your fearful, doubting heart that I'm not here to play games.

I never thought I'd say it, but you've captured my heart. It's yours now. Yours to love, yours to cherish, but never yours to play with.

I love you."

You'd finally heard the words you so desperately wanted to hear from him, and it's all you wanted.

The two of you slowly pull away, your breaths mixing into the cold night's air of Seoul.

Something ignited inside you as those words left his lips.

This entire time, you had been forcing yourself to hold yourself and him back from taking things to a higher level.

But now, all you wanted was to touch him. To hold him. To taste him.

Releasing a soft breath, you lower your head down past his lips.

His eyes widen in surprise as your lips are now planted on his neck, gently kissing his Adam's Apple and jawline.

You pull away, his eyes meeting yours. The dark lust in both your eyes were clearly evident as Jimin cusses beneath his breath.

"Let's not do this here. I won't be able to hold myself back, Y/N."

You run your finger down his turtleneck sweater, stopping at the button of his black jeans before leaning forward and whispering.

"Then let's get home, shall we?"

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❕⚠Mature Content Ahead. Read at your own risk.⚠❕

❕⚠If you are uncomfortable with sex scenes/ smut, you can skip the rest of this chapter⚠❕

[Kinky shit ahead. This is my first time writing like this so don't judge it😭]

The door to your apartment slams open as yours legs are wrapped around his waist with his hands firmly holding you beneath your thighs as the two of your lips refused to leave each other.

[PLAY AUDIO]

Sloppy wet kisses and muffled moans fill your apartment as he slams into every object possible, your hands running wildly through his silver locks.

The smash of your lantern shattering on the ground failed to catch either of your attention as the bedroom door opens in an instant and you find yourself thrown onto your bed.

"I've been waiting a long time for this."
Jimin whispers as he hovers over you, staring into your hooded eyes.

You smile, running your tongue over your lips at the view before you.
"So have I."

He smirks, tilting his head.
"Is this your first time?"

Your smile falls, as you glare right through him. Grabbing him by the collar, you flip him over in an instant.

Now straddling his hips, you chuckle he stares up from beneath you.

"What makes you think this is my first?"
You whisper, lowering your head down to his as he props himself up on his elbows, amused as a smirk is plastered on his perfect face, parting his plump lips to speak.

"I love it when you're like thi-"
He cuts himself off when he feels the slow movement from above him, riding against his hardening core.

He hisses, throwing his head back as you bite down on your lower lip, amazed and fascinated to see him like this, beneath you for the first time.

He chuckles sarcastically, poking his tongue in his cheek as he gazes up at you. His veiny arms suddenly grab hold of your wrists, halting your movement.

"You're a teaser. Naughty."
And instantly, you find yourself back where you first were.

"Me top, you down. That's how I ride."
He chimes as you huff out.
"It's the opposite for me, baby boy."

You feel his hardened length struggling to break free from his tight jeans across your thigh, the startlingly large bulge sending shivers down your spine.

"Now, enough talking. Let's get to business."
He says, gripping the hem of his sweater.

He's immediately halted by your hand on his. His eyes flicker to you, as you push yourself up.

"What?"
He asks, impatience evident in his tone.
You stare at him, eyes travelling down his body in awe.
"Can I?"

Your eyes sparkle at the thought of your fingers running against his bare skin as his hand slowly slips away.
"Okay."

You bite down on your lower lip as you run your fingers up his sweater, feeling the contours of his body beneath it.

He inhales sharply when your fingers clasp his collar and you smile widely.
"Y/N, wait-"
His voice is submerged from the sound of tearing fabric.

You run your tongue along your lips as the tear in his sweater extends down till his navel, peeking his sweat glistened abs and chiseled cleavage.

"This was my favourite sweater. You're getting punished for that, baby."
He growls as your heart skips a beat at the word that left his lips so effortlessly.

Baby.

In a second, your crop top and jeans are on either sides of the room, as you lay beneath him in your bra and underwear.

Damn, it's been a long time since I've done this.

Will I be as good as before?

"No matter what, you're perfect in my eyes. Don't put yourself down, Y/N."
Jimin chimes, nipping at your earlobe as his fingers trace your abs.

He chuckles, bringing his lips and pressing them along each bulge on your abdomen before stopping at your burning hot core.

"May I?"
He asks, staring up at you. Nerves rack your body as you nod slowly.

Your heart races when he takes the fabric of your underwear in his teeth, tugging it down your legs and onto the floor.

Lord, have mercy on me for I have sinned and I don't give a fuck anymore.

"Fuck, Y/N. It's a miracle I've held myself back for so long."

He says, his hooded eyes staring at you, your legs spread before him. He rips his jeans off him, and you stare at the bulge fighting to break through his underwear.

He's standing on the bed, and you get on your knees immediately, grabbing hold of the hem of his underwear, pulling it down slowly.

Your breath hitches as his hard length is now free, standing against his abdomen.

You're about to take his length into your hands when he grabs your wrists, slapping a shiny pair of handcuffs onto them. He smirks, locking it as you stare up at him in disbelief.

"I came prepared."

In a second, your on all fours, his dominating presence kneeling behind you.

Holy shit.

"You've got a pretty ass, baby."

[A/N: Fuckin hell, I might never publish this chapter.]

His palm slams down onto your ass cheek, the sound of skin echoing in the room as you wince, loving the pain and pleasure he was giving you.

"Are you ready?"

Looking over your shoulder, you nod, a burning sensation encapsulating your entire body as he adjusts himself at your entrance.

He slowly pushes himself inside you and you gasp, clasping onto the sheets below you.

It felt like you were a virgin all over again.

"Fucking hell, why are you so tight? When was the last time you had sex?"

Jimin grunts, his fingers gripping onto either side of your hips.

You let out a yelp at the painful feeling surging through your lower body.

"W-When I was 18."

Jimin sighs in disbelief, slowly thrusting himself in and out of you as you bite down on your lower lip, your eyes squeezing shut.

His hand gently caresses your trembling thighs, maintaining his torturous slow pace.

"The pain will only last for a few seconds, baby."

And just as he said it, you feel your pain molding, swirling into the most ecstatic feeling of pleasure you hadn't experienced in a long time.

A breathy moan leaves your lips as you manage to speak.

"F-faster."

"As you wish."

He chimes, increasing his pace, pounding in and out of you. Your moans get higher with every thrust as he hits the right spot every time.

He suddenly flips you over so you're on your back, as he relentlessly pounds into you.

A strangled moan leaves your lips as his cold fingers wrap around your throat. Gasping for air, you arch your back as you feel your high approaching.

"Fuck, you're better than I imagined."

Jimin says between grunts, slamming his lips down onto yours.

He imagined?

Great.

His lips desperately ravaged yours, your tongues swirling together in a fight for dominance. He detaches his lips from yours, only to suck down your neck and breasts, leaving purple love bites as he went along.

"J-Jimin, I-"

"Not yet."

He spits out, increasing his pace.

Another desperate moan leaves your lips as he rams into you, the room filling with sounds of skin slapping each other as his grip tightens around your throat.

His thrusts begin to get sloppy as he begins to approach his climax.

With your cuffed hands above your head, you hopelessly let out moan after moan while trying to prevent yourself from climaxing.

"J-Jimin, I can't-"

"Just a little more, baby, I'm close."

He says between a deep moan that leaves his lips. His voice flows through your senses as you close your eyes shut, your mouth opening as your mind spins into oblivion from the insane pleasure that tightly grips your body.

Unable to hold yourself back anymore, a loud cry emits from you as you let go, his higher moan mixing with yours as he cums inside you.

Your body twitches and shakes from the intense session as he slowly continues thrusting in and out of you, riding out both your orgasms. Heaving breaths leave your body as his grip around your throat loosens.

Jimin's stares down at you, his hair sticking up in all directions. His muscular arm reaches up to your hands, and the handcuffs fall in an instant.

Lowering your trembling arms, you cover chest as it heaves from your climax.

Jimin slowly removes your hands from your chest, placing it on his chest, Your fingers glide down his body with a sigh as he gently kisses your forehead.

"I'm glad I shared this moment with you."

He whispers, his hands caressing your thighs. An exhausted smile spreads across your face as he pulls out, flopping down beside you.

A shivering cold immediately takes the place of his warmth and you shuffle closer to him.

Pulling the sheets over your bare bodies, you lean your head on his bicep, his hand caressing your shoulder.

"Are you on the pill?"

He asks, his eyes now laced with worry as you stare up at him. You nod, and he sighs in relief, connecting your lips together.

You share a soft, sweet kiss unlike the desperate lust filled one before as you sink into his arms.

He really took control this time. I won't let it happen the next time.

He'll see just how dominant I can be.

"Damn, I want Round 2."

He says, his lips lingering a few inches away from yours as lust swirls deep within his eyes.

Bingo.

You bite down on your lower lip, nodding with a hum.

His thumb presses against your lower lip, pulling it out of the grasp of your teeth.

"Tch, tch. Don't do that. Only I can."

His lips find yours one more time, and he bites down onto your lower lip, earning a whimper from you.

Brace yourself, Park Jimin. You have no idea what's in store for you.

A/N: I did it. I wrote my first smut chapter.

Good lord, I'm unholy. I need to go to church! ⛪

Yours hoefully,
Kim ✨