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Fans are always known to be overwhelmingly enthusiastic and can sometimes get up to some pretty outrageous stunts just to be close to their favorite idol, even if it’s just for a few seconds. Park Jimin, a leading Korean pop sensation has had his share of crazy fans.
They’ve bombarded him when he goes out for luncheons or meetings, a lucky few of them manage to run on stage while he’s performing and he’s been hugged, kissed and partially had his butt grabbed on the few occasions when they had invaded his personal space.
He has been in the film industry since he was 10. He started out as child actor, young and fresh faced when he first appeared in the hit kid’s movie Yobi, the five tailed fox. Although he only had a handful of lines in that movie he was so young at the time that he was just happy that he had actually been a part of it. Despite the poorly animated fucked up looking cgi fox that was Yobi.
After Yobi, he did a number of voice-over acting for animations before his true talent was broadcasted. He had sung the main orchestrated song for one of his voice-over characters and it launched a new opportunity for him.
An entertainment agent by the name of Park Jungsoo came to speak to Jimin's parents. The man convinced them with sweet words and promises, wanting them to at least give Jimin a chance to pursue this new opening in order to see just far it would take him.
In the end it had been Jimin's decision to make and he accepted the offer. Singing had always been just a hobby for him but he figured if he could earn extra money off of it then he should at least give it a try.
It turned out to be the best decision he would ever make.
He found stardom in his late teens, releasing a single through Jungsoo’s label. The titled track was ‘Be my baby’ a pop, almost retro song that launched to number three on the charts in the first week and at its peak it hit Number two and held that spot for four consecutive weeks. It wasn’t an instant Number One hit like most artist would hope for, but Jimin had almost fainted at the news that he’d made it all the way to Number three on any chart.
By the time he was 24, he had years of experience under his belt.
However the aged idol life had taken its toll and the sweet, baby faced teen transformed into what some fans deem to be a playboy with a knack for drinking, partying and breaking hearts.
Somewhere between his third and forth mini album, Jungsoo had encouraged Jimin to build a bad boy reputation, stating that the public would eat it up like hot soup and he’d always be in the spotlight. Suddenly, all the shirts in his wardrobe were missing their sleeves. His usual flowing bouncy hair that gave him an innocent look was no longer needed. Instead it was cropped into short spikes, dyed an edgy shade of black and properly styled to look messy. He was photographed leaving clubs at obscene hours, his face flushed and forehead damp. Jimin was told to smirk more and he did, so much so that at one time it looked like he had had a stroke. However the more he followed their rules and became this artificial idol the more blog articles appeared, the more his social media followers increased and the more he realized...
He liked the attention.
By the time he was 22, he was rather spoilt and as the years went by his performances went from live and real to auto tune and heavy back-up vocals.
However he didn’t care anymore. His fans were loyal and plentiful. Most of them just wanted to see him and if he lip-synched all of his songs at his concerts then they didn’t seem to mind because being in the same place as Park Jimin seemed to be good enough for them.
His fans were known for their 'don't fuck with us' personalities and he had curiously read through comments on an article about him and read the heated arguments his fans started as they defended his honor. He remembers the hashtag 'Min-ja's' trending worldwide after he had announced his official fan club name.
So yes, he was used to crazy fans being a bit too clingy and very outspoken. Therefore at the time when he discovered a letter in his dressing room Jimin had shrugged it off. Fans were always sneaking about, lurking in dark corners just to send him gifts.
Bored out of his mind and tired, Jimin tore the envelope open. There was only a pink sticky note on the inside.
Picking it up between his fingertips, he rolled his eyes at the elegant script that read, ‘Why didn’t you answer me?’
He crumbles the note in disinterest, tossing it into the waste bin.
His cell-phone rings, chirping annoyingly with that retarded ringtone Taehyung had placed on it.
Jungsoo’s name is on caller id and Jimin sighs, heading toward the bathroom to change. He should just let it ring. However he gives in and answers it anyway.
“I just finished the fucking fan meet, would you leave me alone for 2 damn minutes”
Jungsoo laughs in that pestering way that makes Jimin want to kill him,
“No, not really. Got to make sure my little boy is doing alright”
Jimin snorts, “You mean your little cash cow”
At this point in his career He doesn’t mince words with Jungsoo.
He knows the only reason Jungsoo and SM Entertainment continue to fund his works is because they know that if they continue to dangle him in front of his fans then they’ll be able to milk them for every cent their willing to pay, either for a copy for Jimin's latest album or a ticket to his newest event.
“Yes, that too. Anyways…”
Jimin pretends to listen to his agent prattle, distracting himself by moving toward the small washroom. A neon purple sticky note is stuck to the mirror and Jimin immediately recognizes the handwriting from the previous note.
It says,
‘Don’t you dare ignore me, you whore’
Agitated and a little insulted Jimin rips it off of the mirror, crushing it in his palm.
“Tell Nick he needs to upgrade my fucking security” he informs Jungsoo, interrupting the man.
“...why?”
“Some stupid fangirl snuck into my dressing room and left me two…”
He hears a soft rattling noise from outside the bathroom. It can easily be ignored but he’s sure that when he turns around to check he catches a glimpse of what looked like a man’s shadow.
His heart thumps heavily as he grows suspicious. He cranes his head to see more but there’s no one there.
The place is quiet except for Jungsoo’s insistent tone coming from his phone. Jimin calms himself, blaming his tired imagination for playing tricks on him.
Bringing the phone back to his ear he laughs softly, feeling a bit silly,
“Sorry about that, I thought I hea…”
There is a loud shattering sound and this time Jimin's adrenaline kicks in first and he dashes out of the washroom. His dressing room is empty but the large Victorian vanity mirror that he uses to check his appearance after his stylists are finished, is now cracked in the center. A clear shot of something had stuck it right in the middle, causing it to shatter and form cracked zigzagged lines.
Hearing Jungsoo screaming at him for any explanation, Jimin finds his tongue and whispers into the phone,
“I, I think someone is in my room”
Instantly after saying that he runs toward the door and almost has a panic attack when he finds it locked. He’s having a nervous breakdown with the locks when the door is shoved open and three large members of security barge in.
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There was no sign of forced entry and after showing the two sticky notes to the police, everything was chalked up to being done by an obsessive fan. Jimin's security is doubled and his fans stay where they belong for the weeks that follow. However, little did they know that things were about to get much worst.
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Jimin is currently pounding deeply into the ass of a twink groupie. The kid is about barely 19 and had practically been humping Jimin's leg all night at the club begging for a quick fuck.
With nothing else better to do Jimin had taken the kid up on the offer. The boy was vibrant, sort of cute and rocking that bleach blonde hair that seemed to be taking the Asian teens by storm as a new trend. He had let the boy, Henri? Yosen? Whatever his name was, Jimin had taken them to a private room on the top floor of the club.
The boy’s ass is nothing special, just another hole to stick his cock. He moans like a well used whore, his finger nails digging into Jimin's arm. They’re not even fully naked, Jimin's pants are barely below his knees while the boy had stripped off his skinny jeans and is currently naked from the waist down only, his legs wrapped behind Jimin's muscular back.
Jimin chuckles mentally at the kid’s flexibility.
He’s filling the condom with his seed, his orgasm satisfying as it overwhelms him a little, when there’s a tiny ticking sound. It’s strange and eerie and suddenly it turns into loud beeps. The kid inquires as to what it could be just as the explosion takes them both by surprise.
Jimin doesn’t remember clearly what had happened. One minute he is easing out of the twink, getting off the bed to find out the source of the beep and the next he was groaning in pain, his skin burning and his ears ringing.
He wakes up in the hospital, his right arm in a cast, and his mother is looking down at him with huge drops of tears dripping from her eyes.
When he’s released 5 days later, his arm is still in the cast. He had landed on it harshly after the bomb blew them several feet across the room. The boy, Junsu, is thankfully alright as well.
When Jimin had visited him, the boy had been with his older sister, wide awake and smiling with a neck brace on.
Jimin cannot wrap his mind around the fact that someone had intentionally tried to badly injure him.
The police had explained that the explosion had not been an accident. They had found enough evidence to know that the bomb had likely been taped to the floor directly under the bed. It was some weird homemade contraption, really only intended to have as much impact as an exploding air bag but the blast of air was enough to surge both the idol and his companion off the bed with ease. Thankfully, they said, it wasn't a real bomb or else he would've been dead from such direct contact.
Jimin frequently visited that club and the room was the only one he ever occupied when he was planning on having casual sex. The ticking sound meant that the person who placed the bomb there had activated it at that exact moment.
Jimin gulps, swallowing down the bile in his throat as he takes in the officer’s words. What if this guy or girl had been crazy enough to put an actual bomb or worse, what if they had been hiding in the room with a gun?
“They obviously wanted to scare you, not kill you. They wanted you to know that they were capable of murdering you at anytime. Right now it’s safe to suspect that you have a stalker who is toying with you”
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The story about the bombing is sweetened down to just being a simple electrical failure as they try to throw the media off their backs.
Jimin has to roll his eyes when he sees in the paper that his injuries had come about due to this so called ‘bad wiring’. Without much to go on the media would have to buy into this story for a while, well, unless one of them decides to dig deeper.
The idea to install a personal bodyguard comes from the heads of SM entertainment.
Min Yoongi was not who Jimin had been expecting whatsoever.
Their first meeting occurs when Yoongi shows up at Jimin's private villa. Jungsoo meets with the ex-Navy seal first, greeting the young man just as he enters the premises.
Yoongi is cold and distant but doesn’t hesitate to be blunt about his questions.
Jimin is lounging at the outdoor pool when he spots Jungsoo walking beside a slim, straight backed man wearing a black, expensive looking suit and a blank facial expression. The man is not very tall probably the same height as Jimin. His hair is a platinum blonde, his head turning to scan the property even as Jungsoo tries to engage him in conversation.
As they get closer, Jimin sits forward, thankful that his arm is finally out that ridiculous cast. He needs to look his best because right at that moment he realizes that the newcomer is not only mysterious looking but also damn gorgeous.
When serious eyes glance in his direction, Jimin fakes a yawn and stretches seductively, arching his back before standing with smooth grace. He barely glances at the other man, choosing instead to wiggle his ass, knowing fully well that it would bounce freely in his loose swim trunks.
He swan dives into the pool, holding his breath for 5 seconds before surfacing.
By this time Jungsoo has caught onto his antics and is scolding him with his eyes. ignores his agent, turning his attention to the newcomer. He acts like he’s surprised to seeJhim, his mouth forming a ‘oh’ as he gasps softly.
“Sorry, didn’t see you there” he says coyly.
“Jimin, this is Min Yoongi, your bodyguard”
Jimin is a bit startled at first, his eyes raking over Yoongi's form. The man doesn’t look like he can hold off one rabid fangirl let alone a serial stalker.
Then again, judging by his looks alone, he’s hired!
Jimin begins to gleefully daydream about the sexual escapades that that would come with them being bodyguard and master.
“Well, you don't look like a bodyguard” he can't stop himself from pointing out.
Yoongi eyes him curiously, “What did you expect?”
Jimin is pretty sure he had just popped a boner from the man’s voice alone. It was deep and sultry. A voice used to seduce fair maiden’s in romance novels.
“Uh, someone bigger, I guess. A tough guy with a bad ass attitude”
This time Yoongi smirks, “Well, this is my disguise” The smirk is gone and he is back to being a blank slate.
Hm, cocky and sexy. Me likey, Jimin thinks happily.
“Well maybe later I can remove that disguise, with my teeth” The idol winks suggestively.
Yoongi either doesn’t get the innuendo or doesn’t care.
“I’m here to keep you alive, not fuck around” the other man replies in a dry tone.
Jungsoo makes a choking sound, obviously not expecting such crude language from a trained Navy seal.
“Can’t we do both” Jimin says cutely, running a hand through his wet hair. He pulls some of the strands over his forehead and pouts. He has used this look before and it weakened women, causing them to beg for a hard fucking.
Yoongi remains unimpressed.
“I’d like to go over some things with you” the new bodyguard addresses Jungsoo.
“Um, okay, yeah. Follow me to my office” Jungsoo begins leading the way.
Jimin is about to chip in with something but Yoongi beats him to it,
“You should probably get dressed and join us”
Jimin pushes away from the wall, floating on his back, his crotch well outlined and hard in his swim trunks. He is sure Yoongi would appreciate the view.
“How about you join me then we’ll go to Soo’s office together?”
“How about I drain the pool?”
With one last scorching look at Jimin, Yoongi indicates with his head for Jungsoo to lead the way.
As he walks away he calls back over his shoulder, “You have 5 minutes”
When Yoongi back is turned Jimin flips him the finger.
“I’ll fucking get out when I’m ready” he mumbles to himself.
“5 minutes!” Yoongi's unmistakeable voice calls sharply.
Thirty five minutes later a dry, well groomed Jimin pushes open the door to Jungsoo’s office, walking in like he owns the place. Yoongi tracks Jimin's lazy, nonchalant movements with dark chocolate eyes. Jimin momentarily locks gaze with the other man and is stunned at the commanding intensity within that gaze. He is mesmerized for a moment before he snaps out of it and smirks, glaring back deviously.
He knows that Yoongi can see the challenge in his eyes and when the bodyguard looks away first, his posture slackening a bit Jimin can tell that his challenge has been accepted.