Loving Him [2]

Loving Him [2]

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Romance

Pairing: Badboy Jimin X Reader

Summary: Loving someone who doesn’t return it is caustic and yet you are unable to stop yourself from falling deeper and deeper for this enigmatic man you came across one warm summer.

Rating: M

[Part 1] [...] [Part 3] [Part 4]

Part 2

You sit across from him at the kitchen counter of your house, sipping on your freshly-prepared mug of coffee. The beautiful boy however, remains unmoving, his plump-lips pressed together in a thin line, his eyes just as empty as everything else about his stoic posture. The mug of coffee in his hand keeps losing its warmth by every passing second, left completely untouched. Periodically, his lean fingers graze at the little coffee beans imprinted on the mug, sweat trickling down his brow. The young man is far too lost in his sorrows— sorrows that you know absolutely nothing about.

You shouldn’t have done this. Inviting a complete stranger to your house isn’t the best way to help them open-up and become amiable. But you live really close to the park and so, you decided to do so anyways.

Moments pass..

..and yet, the young man named Park Jimin doesn’t even spare you a glance. Moreover, he stares at nothing in particular, his vision clouded by despair. And just as the negative aura surrounding his form begins seeping its way into your being, you release a breath you didn’t realise you had been holding in for a minute now.

“Jimin-”

The boy immediately snaps out of his trance-like state and looks-up at you with his dead, brown eyes. His gaze narrows slightly and his lips quiver as if to chide you about something but a loud, clattering noise interrupts him. Both of you tilt your head towards the floor, realising that the mug in his hand had slipped and fallen the same instant you had called his name. It takes you a moment to motion your legs and pick-up the broken pieces from the floor. Another to notice that some of the hot beverage has splashed all over his hands.

“Oh no!” You gasp out. Within a breath, you grab a piece of cloth and soak it in cold water. But just as your hands move towards his burning wrists, he flinches away, almost as if he is scared of physical contact.

A sigh leaves your lips and you glance right into his afraid, wide eyes. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

He lowers his head when he realises how rude he must’ve looked and mumbles out a soft ‘sorry’. You shake your head, thinking that his sadness must’ve caused him to behave this way. Giving him a small smile, you speak, “Its fine. Things like these happen- OH MY GOD!!”

You are unable to hide the shock on your face when you take note of the warm tears that have started flowing down his cheeks. “What’s wrong?” You ask him the dumbest question ever and unfortunately, the barrier he had constructed around his muddled-up emotions comes crashing down and he begins sobbing hard, his shoulders shaking violently as tears continuously roll down his puffy cheeks. You watch as he unceremoniously wipes his face with the white sleeves of his shirt and looks at you.

You know that this isn’t exactly the time to be checking-out a guy and yet for reasons unknown, even his tear-stricken face appears beautiful to you. Though at the same time, you want his suffering to stop. You want to wipe out all his tears and if possible take the pain onto yourself. You have no idea about why you are feeling such strongly towards a guy you met just a while ago but still, you feel something for him— something inexplicably intense.

“I’m sorry, I just..” He stops midway, sobbing again. Invading his personal space, you move closer, placing both your palms over each one of his shoulders. He stops for an instant, staring expectantly at you. And the way he gazes at you with his swollen, red eyes makes you uneasy. It feels as if he wants to hear something specific from you— something even he isn’t sure of. And so, for the first time since bumping into him, you say the words that any person in distress deserves to hear.

“It’ll be alright.” You utter, barely above a whisper. Still, he manages to hear and nods like an innocent child who has lost something..something that he is hoping to find in you..

You shift even closer, one of your palms now stroking his back gently in order to ease his tense muscles. Instinctively, his body relaxes at the soft gesture and he lets his head rest in the crook of your neck, his tears beginning to stain your skin. His sobbing slows down a little and he wraps his arms around you, his mind and body seeking comfort from you. And you comply to his plea without any complaints or demands.

A/N: Sorry for another short chapter. I promise that the coming chapters will be longer and way more angsty..

BTW, this chapter is full of so damn many ‘SOMETHING’s. Did anyone notice? :3

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Yes ♥

Jimin’s new found confidence in himself.

Reblog if you agree.

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The Duality of Park Jimin #1

==>When you cut your finger:

Scene A

You: *accidentally cuts finger while chopping vegetables*

Jimin: OMG!!! Y/N!!! *throws away the knife and immediately wraps a bandage around your finger as cautiously as possible* This should help :3

Scene B

You: *accidentally cuts finger while chopping vegetables*

Jimin: *grabs your wrist and licks-off the blood oozing out from the finger with utmost skill before finally wrapping a bandage around it* This should help ;}

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Park Jimin from BTS has one of the nicest asses we here at staff have ever seen. 

No, we have not seen it in person, but we can still imagine its greatness.