SCREAM (1996) Dir. Wes CravenSkeet Ulrich As Billy Loomis And Matthew Lillard As Stu Macher

SCREAM (1996) dir. Wes Craven ↳ Skeet Ulrich as Billy Loomis and Matthew Lillard as Stu Macher

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Babe Light

pairing: Park Jimin x Fem! Reader

genre: fluff, Beauty Guru!au, Best Friends-to-Lovers au

summary: Jimin plans to confess his feelings for you during his next GRWM YouTube video.

a/n’s: Criticism is welcomed. Also, I know little to none about make-up so if some things seem inaccurate it’s because I only watch mukbangs and crime documentaries.

–

It’s been a long time coming, Jimin’s sure. He doesn’t know how he didn’t realize his little crush sooner; that his sexuality was more fluid than he thought. Jimin knew he wasn’t the straightest person when he had first seen Twilight with his little brother. Call the movie what you want but it wouldn’t change that Taylor Lautner was the most handsomest actor he’d Ever looked at in his 13-year-old life.

It was a shame Bella had chosen Edward.

The point was that he had thought he was only attracted to boys for a very long period of his life. From fooling around with them at parties to drooling over male celebrity bulges, Jimin came to terms with his sexual orientation. It didn’t help that back then he’d also started dabbling in the YouTube make-up community and it just made more sense to him that he would end up with a boyfriend than a girlfriend. But then you happened.

Jimin had been getting some attention on his make-up videos the first week of university. He’d gain more views, more subscribers, more requests for contrast looks throughout the year and between juggling classes and content, he just didn’t have time to do anything solely for him. It had gotten so bad that he’d needed a tutor for Intermediate Spanish 2 before both his teacher and his parents got on his case about it. So he’d gotten himself a tutor.

To fast forward, you guys automatically clicked when you’d taught him how to curse somebody out in the foreign language despite it obviously not being required of the curriculum. You both have been friends since that day and have grown even closer when Jimin started to regularly invite you over to record videos together.

Three months into sophomore year though, he’d finally decided to drop out of college for good to pursue his YouTube career. He knew he could make a stable job out of videos, he’d seen countless other beauty gurus pour money out of their ass just from one video with ads Every second. Jimin’s parents didn’t see it that way, unfortunately. His father had told him off so harshly with curses ending each word, he could feel the spit flying out his mouth from the other side of the phone.

After being chewed out, Jimin grabbed his strongest alcohol, headed over to your place and drank himself into an early coma. It was one of the most humiliating and most vulnerable state he’s ever witnessed himself in. Jimin had been drunkenly sobbing until he couldn’t see straight with you rubbing his back in reassurance at his side.

“Hey, Jimin.” You had said to him when he’d stayed over the following day. He was at your kitchen island, sporting a massive headache and his face was still swollen and red. Jimin grumbled in response. “Would you at least look at me?” You requested. When he doesn’t, he felt two cold surfaces on his cheeks before he felt his head being turned sideways. He recognizes it as hands–your hands–and you’re looking at him so intensely, Jimin feels his mouth dry. “I think you should go talk to your parents. Like, face-to-face.” You advised. Jimin started to pull away from your hold, in annoyance until you tighten your grip and had squished his face together into an unattractive view.

“I’m serious, Minie. Education and college and what-not isn’t for everyone. Not every person needs a fancy degree or diploma to tell them how to live their life. I know the way you’re so passionate about make-up and your channel and it’s heartbreaking as your friend to see you really torn up about this.” You sighed and sucked in your bottom lip, unsurely. “I feel… I feel like your parents would understand if you genuinely sat them down and explained your decision. They’re good people; they’re probably just confused is all. So… so don’t rule it out until you give it a shot, Okay?”

Jimin hesitates and his face is still smudged when he comments snarkly, “Thwis is wich, you know. Coming from a Mwodel college student and all.” You dug the heels of your hand into his cheeks until it was borderline painful.

“Jimin,” You huffed. “O-kay?!”

“Alright, okay. Hop off my ass.” He muttered. Jimin finally shook free and gulped down his painkillers with water. The throbbing had gone down significantly. “Uhm, thanks, ____.” Jimin murmured. He traced the rim of glass with his index and his neck goosebumped from where he felt your eyes on him. In his peripheral vision, he saw you grin. You punched his arm. “It’s no biggy. Seriously. Buuut,” You singsonged. You hooked your arm around his waist and laid your head on his shoulder. Jimin had tensed then and reflecting on that moment now, he registers the nervousness as the beginning of the attraction he felt towards you. You still looked pretty when you just woke up, something he used to envy at the beginning of your friendship when you’d come meet him in the morning whereas Jimin looked as pale and dead as they come. Now he found it endearing when your hair stuck up in random places and your face puffed out.

“You have to make me breakfast. I’m starving after making sure you didn’t die last night, crybaby.” You giggled before slithering out of his space when his arm reaches up to try and pinch you. Jimin chuckled when you’d called out from your bedroom that you wanted cheesy scrambled eggs.

He didn’t know it then, but that was the definitive time where he began to like you more than just a Best friend.

–

“Alright, so this is the game plan,” Jimin starts to his digital camera. It’s a Canon Powershot, the G7 X version. Jimin had basically starved himself in university, trying to save up for this camera. He’d gotten the most basic jobs, did money surveys and retweeted the money cat like twice Everytime it showed itself on his timeline and even then with Jimin’s college funds he could only purchase a “slightly” used one.

He dressed earlier than planned, nervously straightening out any crumpled parts of his outfit. It’s a dark washed Jean jacket over a plain T-shirt. He knows it wasn’t the greatest combination for this situation but he’d done his hair up– the style that gets him looks when he goes out– so he believes that it truly pulls it together.

“I told ______ that I was taking her out to lunch today so she’s expecting me to come over. I’m going to pretend this is a normal ‘Get Ready With Me’ video until I lay it on thick. That’s when she jumps into my arms and tells me she’s been in love with me ever since we met and then we float off into the sunset.” Jimin jokes dryly. His face falls at a realization.

If you do turn down Jimin, on the high Chance that you do, he’s never going to be able to upload this. Let alone edit the footage. Having to replay the moment repeatedly until he gets so red-faced in shame, he flings both him and his laptop off a building. Jimin decides sullenly that it’s just a chance he’s willing to take; on the small percentage that you do return his feelings.

“I’ve liked her for a…while now so I’m just gonna do it now because I know if she finds someone else and if I don’t say anything, it’ll haunt me for a long time…So, let’s do it.”

–

“It’s open!” Your voice calls out when Jimin rings the buzzer.

Jimin shakes his head when he twists your front doorknob and it swings open without a budge.

He presses his camera on and holds it up in front of him as he walks through the threshold. He toes off his boots in the doorway and his pulse quickens with the thought of I’m actually going to do this. This is happening.

There’s a curtain of colourful beads that separate the walkway from the rest of the apartment. He pushes them aside and they clink together behind him loudly. You must’ve heard them because just soon after you notify him of your location in your bathroom.

He faces the device towards him. “I’m at ______’s now. I feel like I’m going to shit my pants.” He cringes and then apologizes, “Sorry.”

Jimin travels to your bathroom door and the confidence he had earlier fizzes out completely. Before he has a chance to hype himself up and resit the urge to just bolt out of there, the door is pulled open.

His brain short circuits.

“Okay okay, before you rip me to shreds, I just want you to know that you didn’t exactly tell me what kind of place we were going to so I went kind of casual and kind of formal at the same time.” You explain hurriedly. You’d set two of your kitchen chairs in front of the sink with your make-up equipment littered all over the white marble counter.

His mind rewires enough for him to respond. “It’s the uh… the new restaurant that opened on Seong.”

“Oh, okay then. Hopefully, they don’t have a dress code or something.” You say, more to yourself than him. Although there’s a whole other chair for him, you scoot over in your seat and pat the one for him invitingly. “Come sit.”

Jimin makes his way over without making eye contact. He sets his camera up with the stand and searches his bag for his own make-up tools.

“Oh. Did you already start recording?” You ask besides him.

“Yep.”

“I already put my primer on though, is that okay?”

“Perfect.”

He sees you frown at his short cut answers and feels like a dick and a doofus. Because you look pretty, beautiful even, for your day out together and Jimin doesn’t know why he’s all round up like this. He’s seen you in professional and/or party wear before. Whether it be at frat parties or dinner out with friends, he’s been a witness to all your attire. But next to him, in your “casually formal” outfit as you’d call it, Jimin’s like a little school boy.

You’re wearing a white crop top with stripes going down the middle and for bottoms you have on a light blue pencil skirt that ends just short of your knees. It’s a femininely cute outfit, to say the least.The top is short sleeved and snug around the chest area and he’s never seen so much skin of yours before and how is he supposed to keep still nevermind shoot his shot when you look this?

All your features are heightened now that Jimin is seeing you in a new light. Your hair is more glossy and bouncy and surely, you must have done something to your lips to make them nice and pouty and more plush than he remembered.

“Jimin…did I do something? Are you mad at me?” You faltered. You only used his full first name when you were upset and Jimin wished he’d expressed himself more. He’s an idiot.

“No, you didn’t. Sorry.” He remarks and thinks of some excuse. “I’m just hungry that’s all. I didn’t eat breakfast today.” It’s not technically a lie because he’d only eaten an apple that morning, too full on nerves to have anything substantial. Jimin was fidgeting in his make-up purse to make it look like he was busy with something but now that he really looks, he realizes he forgot his favourite foundation brush. He must’ve left it in his room while in a rush to get to you. Fantastic.

You suggest to get him something from the kitchen which he quickly denies. Jimin relents, though, after you’d given him puppy eyes for the fourth time. When you hustle out the bathroom, he throws a dreadful look at the camera lens.

“I know…I know I should have told her she looked nice or something but you guys I really froze up, like I really…damn.” Jimin curses. He checks his reflection in your mirror. Everything’s in place. He’s readjusting his dangling earrings before narrowing his eyes at the camera.

“And if one of you thirsties comment on her breasts, I’ll kick your ass.”

–

The glare of the three lightbulbs hung horizontally over your bathroom mirror had varying levels of brightness. The one in the middle’s light was dimmer than the other two but the last one was so radiant, it was harder to look directly at it.

From where you’re leaning up against the table, the beams halo around around your scalp and cascade down your back, almost giving you an angel-like glow. Your spine is arched and the muscle of your back lines smoothly down until it disappears beneath the refines of your skirt.

Jimin feels almost perverted openly ogling his best friend until you snap him away from his thoughts when you ask him to pass your beauty blender.

You give him a smile in thanks and Jimin comes to a conclusion while you fuss with your hair, looking heavenly in your own bathroom, that he isn’t going to like someone this much.

You’re the better half of him, he thinks. Your level-headedness to his impulsive and calmness to his distress. And although Jimin would have never guessed he’d be so whipped for somebody, a girl no less, he’s sure that he’s ready.

“______.”

You hum in response, the light sponge squished against your cheek.

“I have to, uh, tell you something–wait stop.” Jimin cuts himself off when he realizes something.

“Huh? What? What’s wrong?” You ask and turn to him.

“You, uh,” Jimin squints and takes the wrist holding the blender away from your face. “You forgot to smooth out the foundation here.” It looks cakey, like you’ve been dabbing in the same place for too long. Jimin removes it from your hand without a second thought and swipes down on your cheek until all of the product evens out. Wetting his lips, he moves back when he’s satisfied. “There. Done.”

“Thank you, Jimin sunbaemin.” You tease and squeeze his forearm. But then you tilt your head. “Wasn’t there something you wanted to tell me, though?” You ask.

Jimin gulps. “Yeah, um.” His heart kicks violently in his chest and all be damned, he goes for it. Jimin takes one look at his camera and opens his mouth. “What I’m going to say is going to be…uh, a little surprising so, bare with me here.” Taking your hands in his, Jimin doesn’t miss the sound of shock that emits when he wraps his fingers tightly around yours.

“I like you, _____.”

A beat of silence ensues and Jimin feels his body go hot of embarrassment. For the determination he had earlier, it flees quick when you don’t say anything. What makes it better is that it would all be recorded and although he could delete the footage, it’d not only be a disappointment to his viewers for no new video but it would be worse cause you would know why he didn’t. On the other hand though, Rejection would feel better than the quietness that basically buries him 10 feet under.

“I… thought you were gay.” You say quietly.

Jimin don’t know what he expected; he wasn’t oblivious to the conspicuous ‘gay best friend’ stereotypical role he had been playing. “Yeah, I am. I mean–!” He corrects himself when he sees your face twists in further confusion. “I was. I was gay. But then I met you. And things started getting weird and before I realized it, I had feelings for you.” Jimin swallows and squeezes his eyes closed. When he opens them again, he’s looking down at your linked arms and how you’re still rigid under his touch. He lets go and clarifies, “You don’t have to, you know, like me back or whatever. God,” Jimin throws his head back in frustration and stares at you in your eyes. He sounds incredibly movie cliche and it’s killing him. “I just had to tell you.”

You turn away and sit forward now, facing the mirror. Your hands are shaking, Jimin notes. You clench your fists once, twice, before you duck your head causing your hair to cover your face. You’re going to reject him. You were going to reject him and he’s going to throw himself down the stairs. This is it. You were–

“Months.” You say and if Jimin hadn’t been in close proximity to you, he wouldn’t have heard it.

“Wha…What?”

“For months now, I’ve been trying to…to get over you and now you just-” You admit absentmindedly. Your nails curl around the edge of your skirt and you look so distraught that he feels bad even though Jimin’s the one who could, potentially, still get his heart stomped on. Your gaze cuts to Jimin and then to his camera. “This isn’t…a prank video, is it?”

You don’t let him respond when you suddenly jump up and your eyes harden. “Oh my god. Oh my friggin god, I can’t believe you! You absolute di–!”

“What? What? Will you chill out? _____, it’s–it’s not!” Jimin splutters. He runs a hand through his hair, sighing aggravatingly. Why was this so hard? Hadn’t you just told him that you liked him? “Could you please sit back–”

“Pinky swear.”

He blinks up at you and your eyes narrow to slits with your pinky finger held up to him. It’s a dainty thing with chipped black polish from where you pick and nip at it whenever you’re anxious even though Jimin scolds you not to. “Pinky swear,” You repeat lowly, hunched over and Jimin’s sure you’re out of the camera’s view. “That you’re being for real right now or I’m never speaking to you again.”

Jimin stares. You were being childish but if it’s what he had to do to make you believe him then so be it.

He raises his pinky finger slowly and gives you a weird look to indicate that you were acting strangely. You don’t get the hint.

“I, Park Jimin, pinky swear that this isn’t a prank video and that I really do have a crush on you, ______ ______.” Jimin reaffirms. He wraps his digit around yours. Your eyes widen like you didn’t honestly think he was serious, as if he would’ve really done that to you like those low-lives that somehow always end up on the front YouTube page. He scoffs.

You smooth down your skirt before taking a seat next to him; hands tucked under your bottom. Jimin clears his throat awkwardly and you squirm. He stutters, “So are we… Are we… dating now..?” You whip your head in his direction so fast, he jumps. “Minie, you didn’t even ask me out!”

“What? I thought it was a mutual agreement!”

You shake your head in disbelief. “It can’t be a mutual agreement if I didn’t agree to anything!”

“Fine.” Jimin states frustratedly. He glares at you for making this so difficult. No guys he’s been with have ever been this hard to date. “_____, do you want to go out?”

“Yes, Jimin. I would love to.” You answer curtly. “For someone whose dated guys alot, you sure suck at asking a girl out.” You add.

Jimin lips curl. “Oh, yeah? And for someone who used to be so in love with me, you sure are mouthy.”

“I wasn’t so in love with you!”

Jimin clasps his hands together and bats his eyelashes dramatically. In a high pitched voice he mimics, “Oh, Jimin, for months now, I’ve been trying to get over my everlasting love for you but now that you like me back I can give myself away to you! All of myself–"Jimin is cut off when you lunge at him, your fingers running over his ribcage underneath his jacket until he’s shrieking in laughter.

“Pfft–okay! _____, stop, I’m sorry!” He gasps in-between giggles. You’re relentless, fingers splaying over the sensitive parts of his neck to further your torture. He grips your wrists in his hands to prevent any other forms of advances. Jimin’s breathing heavily even though he’s calmed down but your face splits in a smile. He reflects it and he presses your foreheads together. He could kiss you right now but he’ll wait. Wait until a moment more perfect than this where there is no camera to record it.

“Come on.” Jimin urges and rubs a hand on your knee. “We gotta a date to get to.”

–

That night Jimin settles into bed with his laptop, checking the numbers his new video is pulling in. He couldn’t think of a better title than ‘Confessing To _____’ but is surprised when he sees it reach 20k views from the first 3 hours of being put up. Automatically after his lunch date with you, he’d transferred the recordings from his Canon to his laptop and got straight to work. When it was busy uploading to the YouTube platform, Jimin removed his make-up, did his exercises and watched TV; too giddy from the day to sit still. He reads over the comments.

reneeop: this whole video was so cute you guys get on my uwus

Jimin doesn’t really know what that means but he guesses it’s a good thing by the hundreds of likes. He pins the comment.

mikeoid: nxt time you should make a video with EatJin!!!!

jiminsnatched: press 3:09 to be blessed

Jimin presses on it and the video cuts to when you and Jimin had your heads together, smiling so widely it brought a grin to his own face now. He hearts that one.

______sjimins: I hope your guys’ lunch date went well!

nanami: OK Chim I know you said not to say it but your girl _____ looked like a meal in that crop top

He knew it. Jimin clicks for a reply. He types:

chimchimakeup: Ahahaha, Watch yourself. JK but yeah. She’s a babe.

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