I Will Shed Tears Lik A Waterfall If U Ever Write A Short Alternative Ending Where Heartburn!jimin N

i will Shed tears lik a waterfall if u ever write a short alternative ending where heartburn!jimin n yn end up together n hav a baby.. jus saying …… but It’ll heal my heart for sure

“you’d make a good dad” uh huh yea yea totally not sliding down a wall rn

could be either read as canon or non-canon!! whatever helps u sleep at night best friends <3

“You’re literally perfect.”

Jimin whispers to the baby in his arms, the truth apparent even under the dim lighting of the floor lamp in the hospital suite.

“Our little Haru,” he coos, scrunching his nose to resist the urge to bite her plump cheeks. Instead he runs his thumb to her tiny ear all the way to the folds of her chunky neck, adjusting her diaper while at it.

She’s just so pretty. It’s obviously too early to tell her features because she’s literally just gotten out of the womb merely hours ago, but Jimin doesn’t doubt for a second that she looks just like you.

Haru looks every bit of your beauty; every single bit of your kindness and grace.

“Do you know that your Aunt Soomin’s hounding me into seeing you? I had to turn my phone off,” he chuckles, meagerly nodding when Haru’s eyes train on him as if she understood instantly. “You have so much waiting for you at home, baby. Everyone rooted to have you in this world, y’know? Everyone loves you.”

Despite being hours old, Haru already looks like she’s the epitome of yours and Jimin’s world combined. She’s everything that he could ever ask for and there’s nothing else he could ever want — not now when he’s officially a father; not now when he’s cradling his daughter to his chest, only a few feet away from his wife’s sleeping figure.

Haru suddenly cries as it effectively snaps Jimin out of his wholesome, teary realization. He instantly attempts to calm her down, standing up from his chair.

“Ah, ah! You’re waking up your mommy.”

“Chest, please.”

Jimin turns his gaze to you who’s already jolted awake, the power nap you rightfully intended to take after giving birth being cut short. It’s only been hours and the two of you already have codes, “chest, please” meaning that Haru needed to be breastfed immediately.

He grins, pulling up a chair to comply.

A snort escapes you when you feel a head that’s too heavy for a newborn placed on your chest, a situation that needed a finger flick to the forehead before giggling.

“I meant our daughter on my chest, Jimin, not you.”

“Yikes,” he laughs, peeling himself off before carefully placing Haru on your chest, elevating your bed so the two of you would be more comfortable. “She’s here, she’s here. Here you go, mommy.”

“Is the mommy nickname going to stick?” your head tilts in curiosity, squinting as you recollect. “You kept calling me wifey for a straight month after we got married.”

“Sue me for being in love with you,” he rolls his eyes with no real malice to it, smiling to himself at the reminder of your wedding two years ago.

He rounds off everything in his mind, running through a mental checklist in his mind now that you’re awake. “Ice? Fast food? My mom’s cooking? Anything else you need?”

Everything feels too surreal — who would’ve known? Your husband and your daughter in the same room; three heartbeats beating under the same love.

“Nah,” you shake your head, a watery smile manifesting as soon as you see the same realization in Jimin’s face. “I have everything I need.”

he looks so cozy ♡ cr . namuspromised

for legal reasons, i will be passing away.

True Colors

pairing; dancer!jimin, non-idol!jimin x non-idol!reader, cashier!reader ft. kim taehyung + jung hoseok

genre; angst, fluff, smut, fwb, f2l, soulmate au

warnings; mentions of death, cursing, jealousy, implied non explicit smut, verbal fighting, pining more on reader’s end, jimin is scared to commit both to reader and of relationships in general, both are insanely stubborn in this so bare with them

rating; 18+

w/c; 6,058 sorry not sorry

a/n; super excited to add this one to the list, and as always pls like + reblog if you enjoyed. <3 feedback is appreciated! ty.

soulmate au masterlist ~ coming soon!

His blood ran cold. Whole body pulsating. His pupils were blown wide, shaking in their sockets. Tears cascaded down his cheeks relentlessly in rivers.

Mouth open in a bone curdling, shiver inducing wail that he didn’t know his diaphragm was even capable of making.

Heart clenching in a pain he didn’t know was possible….until now.

Sitting on his knees in the middle of a busy New York City sidewalk, clusters of people walked around him. Many looked on in sympathy, already knowing the reason behind the male’s emotional display. None envying him in the slightest, only hoping to never be in the same position themselves. At least, not until they were old and lived a long, happy, and hopefully successful, life.

He looked up at the once beautiful, clear blue skies above him that adorned fluffy white clouds of all shapes and sizes he realized he now took for granted. Then he bit down on his quivering lip, drawing blood that slid down his chin and littered the grey concrete sidewalk with little splatters around him.

And for the first time in seven blissful years, everything was a dull, colorless, lifeless, shade of grey.

Which only meant one thing.

His soulmate was dead.

2 Years Later

Hovering over your body, arms flexing from holding his weight over you, his body finally stilled in his actions. Eyes closing in reflex from the euphoric feeling that spread throughout his body, breaths coming out in shallow pants a hair width away from your lips, his hair cascading around him, slightly tickling your face, you watched him come undone.

An equally as blissed out look could be seen on your face as your body shook in spasms. Mouth open in a silent moan, you subconsciously started to lean up the little distance to the dancer’s lips getting lost in a post haze world of your own. Just as your lips were about to connect, his eyes flew wide open.

He pushed off of you in a flourish as if your body had turned into white hot lava. Nearly tripping over the blankets that accumulated in a pile around your bed during your hasty hook up, before being able to right himself. Immediately he began searching the floor for his clothes, not even wanting to stay there for another second. He needed to leave. He had to leave. Now.

You realized your mistake as soon as you almost did it. His reaction sobering you up instantly. Pushing yourself up into a sitting position, you scooted closer to the edge of the bed and let your legs fall off the side, feet hitting the cold floor. Cautiously, you leaned over to try and touch the dancer’s still bare shoulder. You could visibly see his body shaking a few feet away from you and felt a huge wave of guilt hit you.

“Jimin, I’m so sorry. I honestly don’t know what came over me. I didn’t mean too–,” your plea fell on deaf ears as he whipped his head to look at you, whole body closing in on itself as he flinched away from your touch. His eyes that once held a burning passion prior to your sexual activities that caused you both to stumble to your bedroom, now held a scathing look as his eyes narrowed into barely visible slits. His voice felt like you were standing under an ice cold shower.

“Do not fucking touch me, y/n.”

His words are what stopped you from moving at all. Silently, you watched him finally gather his clothes together and put them on as fast as he could, given the tight quarters of the room you occupied. In times like these, you wished you didn’t cheap out on picking the bigger room, but at the time of signing the lease you barely had enough money to afford the room you live in now.

“Please, Jimin. Don’t shut me out, it was an honest mistake! I would never intentionally–“

He gripped the doorknob with knuckles turning white, his back towards you. Head down, he slipped his shoes on and pulled open the door, stepping one foot out of the threshold before saying one last statement.

“There was one rule, y/n. Just one. And you were going to break it. Even knowing how I feel on the matter? I just–,” his words got caught in his throat as he tried his best to keep his rage to a minimum. He was upset, yes. But he wasn’t one to raise his voice at a woman. He was taught better than that. They taught him better than that.

“Just give me time.”

And then he was out the door. The gentle way he closed it made a whine begin to bubble up your throat, before you silenced it. You had fucked up. You had royally fucked up.

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You had met Park Jimin in a rather rebellious phase in your life. Meeting at a club meant for people to be able to escape the social pressures of the world to find your soulmate. One that’s sole focus was for you to let loose without a care, and meet people who shared the same ideals and opinions as you on the matter. So, there wouldn’t be any guilt on either end the next morning when you would inevitably wake up in a stranger’s bed and still see that dull grey in your vision. It was welcomed, more expected.

It was hard not to notice the skilled dancer whose moves outshone all others on the dance floor that night, eight months ago. You were with a few of your close friends, Kim Taehyung and Jung Hoseok. One was a freelance photographer, and the other was a dancer like Jimin. Hobi, as you preferred to call him, knew of Park Jimin, who was two years his senior at the dance academy.

He told you how he looked up to Jimin, as well as others in the academy. For awhile, it seemed like he was really going to be someone, to make something of himself, he had promise. There was a scout that was going to be at their rendition of ‘The Nutcracker’, he was representing a very prestigious dance team that traveled the world with their art. Jimin’s dream, Hoseok said he told him, the night prior to the dance recital. He was nervous, but mostly excited. So imagine to his surprise when the next day, he just never shows up to rehearsals. Completely missing out on seeing the scout.

It wouldn’t be until months later that he would find out exactly why he never showed up. It was Kim Taehyung that witnessed his collapse that dreary morning, making his was back from a photo shoot he just got done shooting. Taehyung being the one to coax the heartbroken shell of a man that day to his feet on shaky legs. Ushering him into his apartment that was a few blocks down, where he let the dancer crash on his couch until he was able to think clearly again. Taehyung was able to get Jimin to tell him what happened before he fell asleep from exhaustion. Then the next morning when Taehyung woke up, he was gone. The only proof he had that he was ever there in the first place being the neatly folded up blankets and pillows stacked on the end of the couch. And a post it note that was stuck to a freshly brewed, still warm, coffee pot that was hastily scrawled that said ‘thank you’. After that day, he never saw the dancer again. Until now.

Having caught the dancer’s eye, within the span of minutes after the two finished giving you some background on Jimin, you decided right then and there, you were going to befriend this dancer. Always having this inner need to help fix those that were broken, as if it was engrained into your DNA.

Grabbing a hold of Taehyung and Hobi’s hands, you led them into the sweaty mass of bodies that still crowded the dance floor. You needed an in, and they were going to be it.

As a trio you started dancing, your body in between both of theirs. To others, it would’ve looked as if both males that flanked either side of you were yours. And they were, but not like that, never like that. It’s true, you might’ve released some sexual tension with the two men, both separately and together, but it was equally beneficial, and strictly platonic. In a world where you were destined to have a soulmate, you know you would survive if you happened to never find yours, because you had them. And to you? They were even better than a soulmate could ever be.

Jimin noticed you three, or rather, he noticed you. It’s hard to say exactly what came over him that night. Maybe it was the way he watched your body move so gracefully and effortlessly, or from the generous shots he received from other fellow club goers, but when he saw the two male’s put their hands on you? He saw red.

It made no sense. He had never seen you before, never even met you. Yet all he could think about, all he could feel in the moment, was that he wanted you. Not being an aggressive guy at all in his life, he still wanted to rip their hands off your luscious curves and replace them with his. It’s like his body had a mind of it’s own as he naturally gravitated towards you three, swiftly making his way through the bodies that still remained on the dance floor.

Giving the two men a side eye glance, noticing the dancer getting visibly closer to you, they took the hint and gradually let go of you, deciding to just dance together not to far off from where you were. As you swayed your hips side to side to the beat that reverberated from the floor, you held your hands up above your head, wanting Jimin to take the bait. He did.

Eyes narrowing in on the exposed flesh between your crop top and skirt, his hands found a newfound purpose. Not wanting to waste any time, any second with you, he pulled your body flush against his, his knee finding home between the flesh of your thighs, rubbing against your clothed core in a way that had your body shivering in anticipation of what was to come later on that night in the confines of your closed bedroom door.

Like a moth to a flame, he pulled you in with his burning eyes, and you had no chance of survival.

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From that night on, you two were seemingly inseparable. But you both agreed, your relationship was strictly friends with benefits. Nothing more, nothing less. He also had one very important rule. In fact, it was the only rule.

No kissing.

If that line were to ever be crossed, your unspoken contract would end.

You never found out exactly why he was so adamant on it being a rule, not really caring to ask with the way he made your body sing with his skilled hands and equally as skilled, very flexible, body.

But now? As you watched his body disappear into the crowds of New York from your bedroom window, walking away at break neck speed, to get away from you, you wish you knew.

Well, you can’t say you didn’t have an inkling of an idea as to why he lived life that way. There was no other explanation other than the undeniable fact that when two people kissed, there was a possibility that they could be your soulmate. And your once dull and colorless life would be renewed and rejuvenated. The world around you would come alive in various colors you’ve only ever read about in textbooks, having not been able to see for yourself with your own two eyes due to the simple fact that you have yet to find said soulmate. Having kissed both Taehyung and Hobi, you already knew it wasn’t either of them, so you were basically shit out of luck.

It’s not that you didn’t believe in them, you just weren’t as uptight as most people about finding them. If it’s meant to be anyways, why bother going out of your way to find them? It’ll happen when it’s meant too, was your life philosophy. Which is why you lived life the way you did, and went to clubs that were considered as taboo for most people of society. Though another thing was that you never cared what people thought of you. Cause those who mind, don’t matter, and those who matter, don’t mind.

Your doorbell ringing is what signaled you that someone was at your door. Opening the door that Jimin just walked out of not too long ago, you knew it wouldn’t have been him. His pride would never let him. No, it was your platonic soulmates, Taehyung and Hobi, who stood at your front door with wide smiles and bags of your favorite food. Yet another reason as to why they just had to be your soulmates. It’s like they always knew when you needed them.

So when they saw you, silent tears streaming down your cheeks, they coo’ed at you with empathy and understanding, having passed up the dancer on their way up the stairs to your apartment. Stepping through the doorway, they shut the door behind them gently, which made you let out a broken whimper at the action that further reminded you of Jimin. Hobi set the bags he was holding on the floor and enveloped you into his warm, and safe, arms. Taehyung rubbed your back in solidarity and kissed the top of your head. It was in that moment, you knew you would be okay, no matter what happened.

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It wouldn’t be until three months later that you saw the dancer again. Though, if it was up to him, it would’ve been much longer. However, he didn’t expect to be seeing you behind the counter at one of his favorite corner stores he frequently went to, being close to his apartment and all. During said months, he was able to get your image out of his mind long enough to focus back on his dance studies. Something he’s been wanting to get back to, ever since you helped him regain his confidence back. All those late nights in a random dance studio that allowed him to practice, as you watched from your view on the floor, content. Head swaying side to side to the music of choice, which was often some composer of classical music. Not that you minded, it was soothing. The complete opposite of what Hobi would be dancing too, which normally consisted of some kind of hip hop, or rap.

You were having a good night so far, having just started your night shift a couple of hours ago. The floor was spotless, the shelves were stacked, the windows were shiny. It was a slow work day, one that let you get a lot done, for once, since you started this job two weeks ago.

Your back was to the counter, hair up in a high ponytail that was haphazardly thrown up, stray baby hairs sticking out in random directions. Restocking the cigarettes always took the longest, it seemed like. Never realizing just exactly how much people liked placing the cancer sticks, as you liked to call them, between their lips on a daily basis. Losing the only parent you ever knew when you were twenty to the horrible disease. Your dad. Mom having split not too long after you were born, not yet ready to give up the party life and her youth for you.

With an inward grimace, you were just about to place the last box in it's position on the shelf when a throat clearing could be heard from behind you. Turning around with an apology ready to spew from your lips, you stopped mid turn when you locked eyes with the customer in front of you on the other side of the counter. Eyes you haven't seen in three months.

It was Jimin.

His eyes widening upon realization that he was staring into yours, had his mouth open in an awkward attempt at something, anything, he could say to you. But nothing came out. Instead, it was you who broke the silence. Resolving to sticking to work mode, you let out the normal spiel of a cashier that worked at a hole in the wall corner store.

"Will that be all for you today, sir?" you spoke in a professional, and equally as fake manner. Refusing to break eye contact with the male first, already having glanced at what brought him into your work.

Condoms. It was a fucking box of XL condoms.

Fitting for his size, you were very intimately aware of being correct. Knowing that most men, or boys, who chose this size was probably lying out of their ass. Some even going so far as to use it as an attempt at a pick up line to get you to go on a date with them. Rather than show face on what you really thought of them, much like you're currently doing with Jimin, you once again chose to stay in work mode. Good to know he has no qualms with finding someone else to satisfy his needs. You not being so lucky in the matter, not having been with anyone since him. Not even your platonic soulmates who you know wouldn't mind helping you out. It's like your body wouldn't let you. You physically feeling ill at the thought of sharing your bed, your body with someone else who wasn't Jimin. Like it was wrong.

"Wait, I–this isn't what it looks like, I swear, y/n." He doesn't know why he felt the need to try and explain himself to you. Someone who was no more than a person willing to share their body with him. Nothing serious, just a fling. Or, so he thought. His mind and heart telling him otherwise.

"Have a good day, sir. Please, come again." you said in a monotone voice. No fake smile, no fake customer voice. You didn't even give him the luxury of the chance to explain. Turning your back on the dancer, you resumed your work responsibilities. Jimin stared at your back, just standing there for a moment, waiting to see if you would miraculously turn back around. But alas, his waiting was futile. Sighing quietly in defeat, he grabbed the box of condoms off the counter and dejectedly walked out the automatic doors. Shoving the box of condoms into his friend, Jungkook's, waiting hands, he brushed past his shoulder harshly and stuck his hands in his coat pockets. Ultimately, deciding to just make the trek back home, his night out with friends now ruined by your insinuation.

Unbeknownst to you, he hasn’t been with anyone since either.

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Despite your body's feelings towards having sex with someone who wasn't Jimin, you were determined to now find someone, anyone, to help take your mind off him. Arriving to your destination of choice as soon as you got off work, you knocked loudly on the apartment door. Taehyung answered with a wide smile on his face, his hair was wet, probably from the shower he just took. His chest was bare, water droplets still sliding down his abs that led to his happy trail. Said trail leading to what you really came for, hidden beneath the fabric of his grey sweatpants that hung loosely around his hips. Licking your lips in anticipation, you locked eyes with Taehyung and walked into his apartment, shutting the door behind you. He immediately knew what you came here for, having a sixth sense for what you needed, or rather what your body needed, over the years of knowing you. His smile turned into a serious face, one full of determination to make you feel better, and a hint of lust.

He led you to the couch that sit in the middle of the living room. You sat down, legs opening in anticipation of what was to come. The way he now kneeled in between your legs, gently opening them wider with his large hands that were now placed on the tops of your thighs, right underneath the skirt you were wearing, made you mewl softly.

"Please." you whispered softly, eyes tearing up.

He softly shushed you, giving you a small smile of understanding. Fingertips brushing against the waistband of your underwear, he slid the flimsy material down your legs slowly, and let it fall somewhere on the ground beside him. Rubbing the tops of your thighs in circles soothingly, he placed gentle kisses on the inside of each of your thighs, getting dangerously close to where you needed him most.

As soon as his tongue lapped at your core, you threw your head back against the couch, mouth open in a soft moan. Your hands naturally went to grab onto random tufts of his hair, tugging him closer to you.

And for the first time in months, you were able to just let go.

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The next morning, you were rubbing your eyes to get rid of the remaining sleep in them. Only wearing one of Taehyung's large, long band t-shirts, you thoughtlessly walked into the kitchen where you could smell the lingering scent of breakfast being made. Having expected you two to be alone, you thought you would make a cheeky statement about your activities from last night. They always made him laugh, and swell with pride.

"Taehyung, I swear to all that is holy, last night was probably the best sex I've had in months. That new tongue technique of yours really worked wond-," you're cheeky rant was cut off by the loud gasp you made entering the kitchen fully. Face flushing in embarrassment, you stood stiffly.

Why the fuck was Park Jimin sitting at the kitchen table?

Taehyung loudly cleared his throat, giving you an 'I'm so sorry, please don't hate me' look.

Jimin only kept his eyes downcast on his food, eating in careful bites. He didn't say a word. Didn't even acknowledge when you so obviously walked into the room.

Sucking your bottom teeth in between your teeth, you walked over to Taehyung and yanked him by his arm into the living room.

"What the fuck?!" you whisper yelled at him.

"I swear to you, y/n. I swear–" He emphasized to you, voice low so as their guest of honor doesn't hear his balls drop to the floor. Holding his hands up in defense he explained, "That I did not know he was coming over. He showed up at my door! I didn't even know he remembered where I lived!"

Grunting in response to his explanation, your hands gripped the side of your head in frustration. Because of course, the one night you finally decided to have arguably some of the best sex of your life, does the sole reason it even happened just happen to waltz back into your life through one of your best friend's front door.

"Maybe this could be a good thing, yeah?" he tried rationalizing the situation. "You were just telling me last night how much you missed him, how much he made you feel. And trust me when I say, those months you two were somewhat together in all your weird glory was the happiest I've seen you since your dad passed away. And that's saying something, y/n. That means something." he plead with you, hoping to get through that thick, stubborn, head of yours.

Your eyes immediately started tearing up at the mention of your father, lip quivering. Suddenly, you felt small, or well, more small compared to the towering height Taehyung had over you, but that's not the point right now. The point is, you've never been one to back down first from a fight. You hated showing weakness. And walking back into that kitchen to confront the man that hasn't left your mind since you met him at that club almost eleven months ago, now? Seemed nearly impossible.

Taehyung could see the gears in your head turning, his hopes were high that you would finally see from his point of view. But boy was he wrong. He was terribly wrong. Instead of a face of clarity, you wore one of fear, of sheer terror. A face he never hopes to see again in his lifetime, least of all on yours.

You were going to run, he knew it. But before he could stop you, you were already halfway through the living room. Not having any other thought in your head other than to just get the hell out of there, you made the fateful mistake of not realizing you needed to go through the kitchen first in order to get to the front door.

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Jimin tried so hard not to eavesdrop. He really did. But curiosity killed the cat, as they say. When he heard what Taehyung said to you, and more importantly, what you didn't say, but rather showed with your facial expressions, is when he decided he needed to push aside his pride for once in his life if it meant keeping you in his.

That, and, the fact that you were half naked and he wasn't about to let you run the streets of New York in your current attire and risk some sleaze ball taking advantage of you. Nope, not on his watch. Not ever.

Due to the blessings of his graceful dancing skills, he was able to slide right in front of you before you could reach the door. Hands up in front him, but not touching you in fear of upsetting you further, he plead his case. Or tried too. But you were too stubborn for your own good. Much more stubborn than he could ever be, which says something.

"Can we just talk for a minute? I need to tell you–" he was cut off by you effortlessly twirling around him, shirt riding up to flare above your thighs in a way he was able to catch a glimpse of your underwear. Hair flying around you as your body turned, he swears he's never seen a movement so flawless, so beautiful, especially with someone who had no dancing background to begin with. He was stunned. But he was quicker.

Grabbing onto your wrist gently, but firmly, he twirled you back around, this time encasing you within his arms, back flush against his front, yours arms crossed in front of you as he securely held both of your hands. You could feel his lips press into the side of your ear. There was no going anywhere now.

Once Taehyung came to the conclusion that you weren't going to run out half nude, he decided to give you two some privacy, and went back to his room down the hall. Far enough to give you privacy, but close enough to hear what you guys were saying incase he needed to bail you out of any awkward situation and kick Jimin out of his apartment. He was dialing Hoseok's number before he shut his bedroom door.

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The atmosphere was tense, both of your chests rising in sync, breaths coming out in shallow pants. Much like how you would be, albeit in a different position and situation than the one you were currently in. But hearing his pants had your body reacting in a way that made you clench your thighs together to gain some kind of friction. It made you sick, feeling how your body reacted to him so quickly, so naturally, almost. And you could feel from the slight bulge in his pants that pressed at your lower back, his body was reacting the same way to yours. Nice to know you're not the only one being effected. But what was going on?

“Do you want to know the reason why I was so upset that we almost kissed that day?” He asked, already knowing what your answer would be, so he continued.

“It’s because I haven’t kissed anyone since my soulmate died two years ago.” He stated so factually, without any emotion. He learned how to keep his emotions in check since their passing, knowing it would only hinder his growth, least in his eyes.

You whimpered in response, ever being the empathetic one between you two. You tried turning your body around so you could properly face him for this serious conversation. He only saw it as you attempting to get away, however, and held onto you with a firmer grip. He needed to get his feelings out before you left him for good.

“I haven’t felt this way about anyone, in so long, y/n.” His breath continuously fanned over your ear, making the confession effect your body even worse. Your nipples hardening into peaks underneath your shirt, your body moves of it’s own accord, bottom half grinding into him unintentionally. His chin collapsed onto your shoulder at the action, making him give out a low, gutteral, groan.

Shit, he thought, he needed to hurry up and finish this conversation before the temptation became too much.

“I love you? Okay. I fucking love you so much it physically hurts me to even imagine you with someone else. So when I saw you walk out in nothing but his–“ he spat out in disgust imagining it all over again, “shirt I wanted to beat the shit out of him. Someone who has done nothing but help me in my darkest moment and show me sympathy without pity. I despise when people look at me with pity.”

Shaking his head side to side, his hair tickled the side of your face, making the corner of your lips quirk up at the feeling. Reminding you, yet again, of the way he looked hovering over your bare body. A shaky exhale could be heard with how close he was to you.

“And then I met you.”

The statement alone, made you more aware of your position with the dancer. Body inwardly pulsating in anticipation of what he would say next.

“I didn’t think it was possible for me to feel this way about anyone since losing them, but being with you, I was proved wrong. You came to me in a crucial part of my life, you stayed with me and helped me regain my humanity back, and you continue to only make me want to not only be a better person for me, but for you as well. I’m sorry I’m a shitty person who doesn’t know how to express their feelings properly, but if you let me, I will make it my mission to show you every day for the rest of our lives, soulmates or not. I don’t care. Cause I love you, and I want to be with you, y/n.”

Taking advantage of the sudden loosening of his grip on your hands, you slipped your hands out of his, and turned your body to face the dancer. He expected to see you with a look that would make him wish he was six feet under. But you weren’t. You were looking at him the same way they once did. And before he knew it, he was the one this time that was leaning down without a second thought to place his lips on yours. You clutched onto his shirt, afraid you were going to drop at any second, yet knowing he would never allow that to happen to you, and succumbed to your body’s needs. Both of your eyes closed upon contact, not wanting the moment to be ruined by the colorless world you both lived in. In his mind, and yours, you saw fireworks. As cliche as that sounds. But it was true.

Taehyung had Hobi on a FaceTime call the entire time, echoing the conversation he heard so he could be up to speed along with him. Both making quiet squealing sounds when they heard the confession, and hanging off the edge of their seats when all they heard was silence follow afterwards. Being ever the impatient one, Taehyung padded down the hall slowly, back against the edge of the wall that was separating him from the kitchen and hopefully rekindled flame between the two stubborn fools. His ears strained to hear a sound, to hear anything. He almost gave up and walked back to his room when he heard your voice resume talking once your shared kiss was over.

Eyes still closed, you made Jimin a promise.

“No matter what happens when our eyes meet again, it will not change the way I feel for you in my heart, my mind, my body, and my soul, Park Jimin. I love you, you idiot.” You tearfully confessed in a watery voice, gripping onto his shirt even tighter.

He ‘hmmed’ in agreement, not being able to properly use his voice right now, in fear of you seeing him as weak, which you never would, you would later assure him.

“On the count of three, yeah?” You asked more confidently than you felt, eyes still closed.

“On three.” He whispered back.

“One–two–“ you both counted together, eyes flying open at the same time the next number came out of your mouths.

“Three.” You looked at each other for the first time since your first kiss. And you were in awe.

His eyes were so bright, so warm, so…brown?

Wait. What?!

Your eyes widened at the sudden realization.

Scanning his face, his hair, his body, you turned in a rapid circle and surveyed the interior of Taehyung’s apartment.

No fucking way.

Your hands flew up to your mouth as you let out a broken sob. Jimin just grinned at you knowingly, coming upon the same conclusion himself when his eyes looked into yours. Seeing your reaction made it all the better, his heart beating rapidly in his chest as he gazed at you for the first time, in color.

“Look at you, you’re perfect, baby.” He said so casually, your heart about burst from your chest with how happy and in love you were.

Who would’ve thought that fate had this all planned out for you? Surely, not you. But for once in your life, you looked forward to the future ahead of you, especially with Jimin by your side.

And your two platonic soulmates of course.

“I FUCKING KNEW IT!”

Hobi’s voice could be heard loud and clear through the FaceTime call they were still on together. He was clapping enthusiastically as Taehyung rolled his eyes at his antics. Scoffing to himself, he berated the dancer on the phone.

“Oh, please! I was the one that always knew, you were the one that always said I was the crazy one!” He spoke into the phone in a loud voice, tauntingly.

Hobi blowing a raspberry in response is all you heard as you and Jimin watched the interaction with pure content on your faces. You were now snuggled up into your soulmates side, his arms wrapped around in a possessive way as soon as the duo made themselves known. God, you would seriously not get tired of saying that, ever. Taehyung and Hobi were going to loathe you and your lovesick ways, you thought in mirth.

Taehyung only flipped Hobi off in response.

“You know, Teahyung?” You voiced your inner thoughts out loud, making the man in question look at you inquisitively.

“Your interior design skills are really terrible.”

He then proceeded to flip you off, and make his way back to his room. Hobi laughing in glee at your comment, it getting quieter the further Taehyung walked away from you. Once you heard his door shut, you looked up at your gorgeous soulmate with a sly grin on your face.

“Let’s go back to my place so I can see that fucked out look on your face, in color.” You sinfully suggested, emphasizing on the word color. Jimin only smirking at you in response as he uttered his next words in your ear for only you to hear.

“Bet I could make you cum first, baby.”

A challenge you would wholly accept.

And he would lose.

see you, again | pjm

genre : angst, heavy angst

word count : 1130

for as long as he could remember, thunderstorms usually made him feel at ease, the loud distant sounds would always calm his nerves down. his disturbed mind would be settled down for a while. the dreadful boom of thunder echoes in his ears pretty loudly, this time his mind felt bitter. He peers out of your window , the sky was almost as black as if it was night. it was merely a summer evening. he blinked slowly to see the lighting crack up as a glowing neon bolt in the sky, lightening up the sky just as the same as fireworks do. the loud, clashing sound of the thunder follows by, so does the string of memories inside him. leaning his head against the window-pane, his feline eyes watch the rain pour to the very much starved earth, satisfying it's drought of water in the land. his pupils move, and the sight infront of him nearly causes the breath in his chest to be almost squished inside, he actually held his breath,his calm, neutral expression now turning to a scared one. feeling a pang of pain rise inside his heart, he physically felt as if his heart was sqeezed by his own self.

a couple dancing in the rain.

everything reminded him of you. no..no..no..…he clutched his head in his palms, trembling slightly. his lips parted, bottom lip quivering. he was shaking. he felt his body freezing, the cold breeze blowing making a shiver run down his spine. he couldn't bear this anymore.

he tried prying his eyes open, tears clouding his vision. he can't see properly, all what he can make out is the couple dancing happily; even if he couldn't actually sort out anything, but seeing them dance, or maybe just move in random directions while holding hands and jumping like kids, he could say they were happy.

and it stabbed his heart.

each time he closed his eyes now, or even blink, he could see your face. the happy smile of your face, the way your pearly whites shone brightly. the way your cheeks puffed up each time you smiled, reminding him of freshly baked cakes. the swell of your dimples. why did he let you go? why? how did the heart of love which swelled with affection broke the seal to gush out the dreadful blood of his love, which didn't seem to stop? how he would each time press a gentle, sweet kiss to each one of them and how your throat would errupt with soft giggles. how he used to gently tug away your hair from your face or just neatly brush them, happily. when did it all go wrong?

his lips part and a painful sigh leaves his throat. thick and hot ugly tears run down his cheeks, and his chest feels tight, so tight he just can't breathe. he can't.

how much he liked your sweet cinnamon smell, each time he wrapped himself around you. either as a hug or cuddles at night. how he loved your sleepy voice which greeted him at the morning, how you caressed his hair and your calming presence was enough to lull him to sleep. the way you laughed at him whining because he didn't like to dance in the rain, but you loved it. somewhat, your own love for rain made him like it too, even if...he never could see the rain as one would normally do. what had he done wrong? maybe if he could've held you tighter, maybe if he would've fought a bit more..maybe if he helf you a bit closer, would've kissed you a bit harder, maybe if he didn't let you go..

heavy sobs left his chest, hugging his knees together to fight the ugly cold wind that threaten to freeze his body and burn his heart. his arms were trembling. see-saw, it was. life of yours wasnt easy to deal with, but whenever you were with him, the pain didn't feel pain. how you had become so, so, precious to him, how you'd fill his hopeless soul with sprouts of hope to tread on no matter what…the pain. he didn't feel anything, but whatever it was, was pain. emptiness, and nostalgia of his soul.

was he being childish?

he was selfish, all the way. he had peeked up a bit from his wrapped arms to peak at the potted flower at the windowsill. it seemed alive, petals decorated with water beads and leaves swaying at the heavy gush of winds. but however. jimin blinked away the tears, taking the pot in his palms, observing how the flower was alive , but yet was pretty much dead. neglected, was it?

at this point if he thought that his own life was neglected, he wouldn't blame anyone.

but himself.

he has been selfish, the reason why he wanted to keep you all for himself, and ultimately even if he didn't wanted to go, he had to. he still, could never let you go, and his heart clenches at the sight to see that someone who couldn't verbally emit expressions did that nevertheless, because you, the owner.. wasn't there to take care of him. how much you adored this plant, how much you took care of it. how your eyes twinkled to observe it everyday, growing happily..

how your eyes glowed at the thoughts of little things around you, like baking a cake together or cleaning the house. You'd be enthusiastic in almost everything, finding joy in each aspect of life, you knew life...you knew how to live it. how can you..

delicate, it was the only thing to describe you. you were his delicate, precious little bean.

jimin couldn't even imagine, not even in a relative universe. even in the worst of his nightmares, never ever could he think he would see your closet as it is, the opposite side of his bed empty and cold; your scent which once calmed him down to anything, now is the reason why he's restless. each time he inhales your scent, it just tramples over his already shredded heart. his toes curl in pain, in restlessness. no one to hug after a stressful day at work, no one to soothe his wound after a burn while cooking. it stabbed his heart, once, thrice, so many times that he felt dead by now.

life has been shitty, stress at work, dismay and anxiety. failures and disappointment. even if he was told you wouldn't want this, he couldn't bear to live.. without you. he didn't care about anything. nothing. but you.

he was incomplete without your love.

he filled in a cold breath in himself, more tears threatened to fall out of his eyes. he didn't have any hope left, no one to lean on. no one to embrace..just his bitter, lifeless self. his house felt nothing to live in, each time he entered, it just fept empty. his house, his bed, his room, his everything smelled like you; each time he set his foot on his house, a dead mourn would fill it, come back home, my love. nothing is same without you, look at me, look at me..

he knew that even though if it will take his EVERYTHING for you to return, he will gladly, more than enough would sacrifice everything.

he just stares blankly outside, the rain continuous to pour down.

…but they've all been in fairytales. life was a remorse, it was a bitch. he wanted to leave with you. his life wasn't life without you; his heart beats only for you, in a hope you'll be back one day, and his dead organ might pick it's pace again..

hope was the only thing he had right now.

even though, deep inside the core of his heart he knew, it's foolish of him to be hoping someone dead to return in his life.

maybe, in his next life.. he'd get to feel you back,touch your delicate heart again,to see you, again…

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