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cute :(

most beautiful 

this was literally the cutest i’m🥺🥺🥺 like the emotion and just EVERYTHING ugh. read pls!!!

baby, it’s cold outside

↠ pairing: park jimin x reader

↠ genre: fluff, fluff, and more fluff

↠ word count: 2074

↠ summary: Fall nights are the best nights to fall in love.

Hues of violet and blue interlace together among the clouds, posing as the final piece in the sunset before you. As the sun dips lower behind the horizon, its last rays of light that illuminate within the forest slowly disappearing, you watch in awe, appreciating what Mother Nature and the cute boy from your anthropology class grant you. 

The cool air wraps around your figure, seeming to be overly attracted to the warmth that flows off your body. It holds you in a feverish embrace just as the last ray of light disappears and you shiver at the touch of its cold, frail hands grazing every inch of your skin it can grasp.

Ignoring the goosebumps that form on your arms, you tug the thin sweater around you, crossing your arms, refusing to look away from the sky for even a second in fear you would miss something breathtaking. Though, you are convinced that there is not a single thing that could be more stunning than that. It’s not until you glance at the man beside you, who stares at you like you are the stars that shine in his night sky, are you reminded that there is something—or, rather, someone that is more beautiful than the moon that shimmers brightly in the dimming lilac sky.

“It’s beautiful—the sunset. It was really worth seeing,” you start, glancing back at the sky for a quick second. “Thanks for bringing me out here.”

“Told you it would be worth it,” Jimin says with a small smirk that causes you to scoff. “Of course, I would have brought you here sooner if you weren’t so reluctant before.”

“Park,” you snap, giving him a playful smile, “don’t make me regret saying yes.”

The corners of his lips curl into a warm smile that causes your heart to race in your chest in such a way you never thought was possible. A bright fuchsia blossoms on the apples of your cheeks and it does not go unnoticed by Jimin, even if it is a little too dark out to see such feeble things. He watches you unbothered, most definitely aware that when your hair falls past your ears, it’s so you can hide the blush that grows on your cheeks, and he grins at the effect he has on you.

Jimin continues to watch you like you’re the only thing in this very moment that deserves his undivided attention, and not the shimmering night sky above—and, you swear, it is much more of a sight than you. In this very moment, he looks at you like you are the most beautiful thing he will ever lay his eyes upon, memorizing every inch of your beauty before you catch him staring (which, not to his knowledge, you already have).

You simply bask in the moment with him at your side and the night sky in your sight, reminding yourself there will never be a moment as perfect as this that will occur in your life again—not unless you finally find the courage to make Jimin, who has been on your mind more often than you’d like to admit, your boyfriend. But every time you muster up the courage to ask the words that have been on your mind for weeks, it all disappears to nothing at the sight of his heart-stopping smile, you’re left to think how he will be the absolute death of you.

Another breeze drifts by, not as strong as the last, but enough to run a shiver down your back, though this time Jimin catches it as you visibly shudder beside him and it brings a frown on his lips. He scolds himself for not thinking twice before taking you out in weather like this, but his frown only deepens when he wonders why you haven’t said a word about it.

“___?” Your name sounds like a melody as it rolls off his tongue. As your eyes glance back at him you’re immediately reminded why spending a night out in the cold is all, completely, worth it. “Are you cold?”

Your mouth open to answers but you shut it immediately, not trusting it to not quiver the slightest so you simply place a smile on your lips and shake your head as a result.

He watches you with narrowed eyes, a pout on his lips. It brings a small smile on your own as you think, cute. Although, before you have another second to admire the adorable frown on his lips, you figure that’s he’s caught your lie. 

Guilt leeches onto your heart but you give him a subtle smile before, “It’s really nothing. Don’t worry.”

His gaze softens on you and he doesn’t fight the urge to smile at your adorable way to act strong, as if the winds that send visible shivers down your back don’t bother you. Slowly, the bomber jacket falls down his shoulders and it catches your attention in an instant.

“Jimin, what are you doing?” You ask as the jacket slips further down his arms. And though you ask, you have a very good idea of what his response may be.

Jimin looks up at you, seizing his movements long enough to quirk a brow at you, a hint of mischief flashing through his eyes at the sight of your slightly bothered expression.

“What does it look like?” Jimin asks with a twitch of his lips. “I’m gonna give you my jacket to keep you warm.” You instinctively throw your hands in the hair and wave them frantically, motioning him to stop. He does, but not without shooting you a confused look. “What?”

“Y-you don’t have to give it to me—!”

“Hmm,” he hums looking at his jacket and then you. “Alright.”

The sudden answer shocks you and you stand there stunned at his words, not expecting that to be his response. Your mouth falls agape, not believing your ears, refusing to believe the cute boy from your anthro class, who courted you for months just to get you to agree on this one date with him, gave up on something as easy as this. You were expecting to argue a losing fight with him, not the heaviness in your chest when you realize you had heard him right.

It doesn’t seem like he’s joking either, especially when he puts his bomber jacket on so it sits upon his shoulders again. You blink blankly at him for a second and when he catches the look on your face he lifts a brow as if to say what is it, which you simply shake your head, allowing your hair to fall past your ear, once again, and hide the look of disappointment on your face.

As you look back at the sky, your mind is clouded with thoughts and a slight frown rests on your lips. And with all the thoughts running throughout your mind you don’t hear the footsteps that approach you until you feel a pair of arms snake around your waist and pull you toward a broad chest that encloses you in a warm embrace.

Your heart starts to thunder in your chest, body vibrating along with every beat. You swear Jimin can probably hear the rampage inside your chest just like how you can feel his heart drum against your back. 

“W-what are you—!”

“I’m keeping you warm.” Jimin’s voice is barely above a whisper, his warm breath fanning across the expanse of your neck and sending shivers down your back. With a small smile and a laugh escaping your parted lips, you shake your head with disbelief, feeling his own lips form a smile against the shell of your ears. “Better?”

He really, truly is going to be the death of you.

“No,” you decide to tease, wondering how far he would go. “Not yet.”

You can feel Jimin’s eyes on you, a smirk most probably uplifting on his lips as he processes your words. And that’s when it happens, something so soft and delicate you barely even notices it. A gentle kiss on the juncture of your neck followed by another on the shell of your ear and one last, long and lingering one on your cheek that sends a fire across your skin and heart on overdrive.

“Jimin—!” But before you can finish your sentence, he turns you around in his arms a gasp leaving your lips while a small smirk rests his as he sees the startled look on your face. There’s a mischievous glint that flashes through his eyes as you look at him quizzically, hands resting against his chest, feeling his heartbeat at an inhuman speed right underneath your fingertips. “You are just full of surprises today, Park,” you say under your breath when you look back up to meet his hooded eyes. “You know?”

He shrugs his shoulders. “Never realized.”

You aren’t sure if it’s just your eyes playing tricks on you because of the dark, but you swear his own are glued on your lips, leaning closer and closer with every passing second and before you know it, your lips are touching. They’re barely brushing against yours, his lips outlining the contour of your own. He hasn’t even properly kissed you yet, but here you are amazed at how soft they already feel, legs slowly growing weak beneath you as you fist his shirt in your hands because wow.

Jimin’s eyes lift up to meet yours, to see your reaction, to know whether or not it‘s safe to go further. But with your mind so hazy, all you can do is stay still looking down at his delectable, pink lips with desire.

His lips slowly curling into a smile before he’s leaning in more, closing the agonizing space between you too until his lips are firmly placed against your own in a soft kiss that has your head spinning and toes curling. It’s short and sweet and all sorts of perfect that when he pulls away you can’t stop smiling. And when Jimin sees the delight on your face, his heart swells, his own lips breaking into a grin before he goes back for another kiss. And then another. And another, until you’ve both lost count and you’re melding your lips together like you are his oxygen and he is a man deprived. He only pulls away once both your lungs start to burn, resting his head against yours with grins that stretch from ear to another on both your lips. Your arms wrap themselves around his neck, fingers playing with the hair at the nape of it before you go on your tiptoes to place one final kiss on his lips that emits a melodious laugh from his throat. Jimin finally breaks you both from your daze when he asks, “Guess this means you’ll be my girlfriend?” “Guess that means you’re my boyfriend.” He pecks the tip of your nose before he pulls your into a tighter embrace, a relieved sigh escaping his lips as he tucks his face into the crook of your neck. “Thank God,” Jimin says exasperatedly, pulling away to look at you. His arms are still around your waist as he looks at you with such delight, it seems contagious. “I thought you were going to make me earn that too. I figured you’d make me fight the line of boys that are begging to get a chance like this with you.” You furrow your brows. “There isn’t a line of boys—!“ He kisses you to silence, and when he pulls back (a whine leaving your mouth because you need more than just a chaste kiss) the fucker decides to wink. “Because you’re mine now.” There isn’t a single bit of uncertainty in his eyes when he says it, the joy it brings to finally call you his reflecting in the way he holds you in his arms. Your heart is melting into a puddle of mush and you realize it really will not take you long before you fall so stupidly in love with him, considering the fact you already are falling. “Are you still cold now?” You shake your head, laughing in disbelief. How could he still care about that when you’re practically melting in his arms? “If it means you’ll kiss me again, then yes.” Jimin chuckles as he leans his lips down to yours. “Good.” And then he’s kissing you again.

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