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HOW COME I MISSED THIS SERIES!!????
Brushes And Beats chapter 14
pairing: JiminxReader
genre: fluff with a pinch of angst
trope: enemies to lovers
:Did you ever fell in love and planned out a future?:
Y/n's pov
8 years ago,
I just turned 18,
Enrolled in a demanding university program, juggling coursework, exams, and the pressures of a part-time job. Life was a whirlwind of rush and ceaseless responsibilities.
But amidst the everyday chaos and the whirlwind that was life, there was one constant, one center to my ever-spinning world there was— Min Yoongi, my haven in the storm.
Yoongi and I were both lost in the same turbulent tide of life, juggling academia and work, sacrificing sleep for last-minute revisions, him making music and me still trying to figure out warm tones and cool tones and yet, somewhere in that perpetually chaotic dance, we found each other. He became my anchor in the vast, turbulent sea of deadlines and commitments. He was the calm, soothing rhythm that pacified the incessant roar of life, always there, always bolstering me. Yoongi and I became inseparable, supporting each other through our triumphs and failures, celebrating our achievements together and consoling each other during times of defeat.
Here on this rainy afternoon, just us, nestled in the quiet corner of our favorite old, dimly lit coffee shop. The rain gently tapped on the windowpane, strumming a mesmerizing tune that came to underscore our hushed whispers of dreams and love.
His hands, calloused from hours at his part-time job, yet remarkably warm, cradled a steaming mug. "Do you remember that little house on the outskirts of town, the one with the red door and white picket fence?" he asked, a dreamy look in his eyes.
"The one near the cherry blossom park? Yes", I responded, my heart fluttering as Yoongi's smile grew wider.
"That's where we'll live. We'll have kids and maybe a rambunctious little beagle named Whiskers," he mused, the future he described sounded like a sweet lullaby. "Wahh so cheesy," I teased, taking a sip of my latte. But deep down, my heart swelled with warmth at the thought of building a future with Yoongi, a future filled with love and laughter.
When he spoke those words, they echoed in the chambers of my heart resonating with my deepest dreams and desires. He dazzled my thoughts with images of gleeful children, loud laughter echoing through our small yet charming home, the testament of our eternal bond.
Every word Yoongi breathed swirled into an exquisite symphony of dedication, hope, and unwavering love that gracefully composed our shared dreams. An image of our little safe haven, where love wasn't a fleeting emotion but a profound promise. His dreams intertwined perfectly with mine, stringing together a beautiful symphony of hope, love, and dedication. A future I yearned for, a future I saw myself living, breathing in every moment that held Yoongi's essence.
I loved him. More than words could encapsulate, more than actions could demonstrate. I saw my world mirrored in his eyes, my dreams woven intricately with his. Catching my breath felt impossible when he played a melody on his old piano, his fingers dancing on the keys, each note twining around my heart. He was etched into my soul, a vital part of me as essential as breathing. His importance in my life was as profound as the earth needs the sun, irreplaceable, an impetus I relied upon unknowingly but consistently. Every beat my heart echoed extolled his essence, it was a dance of melancholic delight, a ballad of adoration only for him. Simply said, without him, I felt incomplete. Void of life's charm.
My feelings for Yoongi were as profound and intense as the infinite universe itself. He was my world, and his eyes reflected that perfect world we were building together. His love was the melody my heart danced to, jumping at every note, swaying to the rhythm of our shared interstellar symphony. His importance
I saw a world illuminated by his love, our shared aspirations fueling my perseverance. And at that moment, nestled in the rhythmic patter of rain, in the warmth
3 years later,
Our shared dreams have begun to take shape, painting a picture of a future filled with love, laughter, and countless memories. Every day, as I wake up next to Yoongi, I am reminded of the immense love and gratitude I have for him. But, something changed, Yoongi changed over the course of three years. He became distant, his eyes losing the sparkle that once ignited my soul.
Our once harmonious symphony of love now played discordant notes, leaving me confused and longing for the connection we once had. Over the years, as we grew closer and shared our hopes and dreams, our love flourished, creating a bond that seemed unbreakable. However, as time went on, a subtle shift occurred, and our once inseparable hearts grew apart. I found myself grappling with a mix of emotions - hurt, confusion, and a desperate longing to bring back the love we once had.I yearned to understand what had caused this change in Yoongi, to unravel the layers of unspoken words and unexpressed feelings that had built a wall between us.
My heart pounded relentlessly against my rib cage as I walked towards Yoongi in the dimly-lit studio. It was evident that he was engrossed in his work, the tapping of his fingers on the laptop keyboard resonant in the otherwise silent studio. His brows furrowed in concentration as he leaned closer to the screen, uncaring of anything outside the realm of his music.
"Yoongi," I called softly, trying to break through his intense focus. My voice seemed to startle him, causing his fingers to pause and his gaze to dart nervously to me.
"What are you doing here, Y/n?" His words were terse; his tone colder than the room's chilly air. His friendly demeanor seemed to have dissolved, replaced by a harsh demeanour I barely recognised. His icy response lanced my heart.
"I... I brought you dinner," I stuttered out, extending the tiffin box I had brought with me. I forced out a smile, thinly veiled by my shock at his unexpected harshness.
"I didn't ask for it," he scoffed, eyes darting back to his laptop screen, his fingers resuming their rhythmic dance on the keys. His dismissive remark hit me hard, the falling sting painful and suffocating.
"Yoongi, what has gotten..."
"Can't you understand, Y/n? I'm busy!" He snapped, not bothering to look at me, his attention solely focused on his work.
His harsh words, his cold indifference were debilitating. A lump formed in my throat, choking me as I grappled to comprehend his behavior. The caring Yoongi I knew seemed lost, replaced by this stranger whose words felt more frigid than comfort.
Silently, I left the tiffin on a nearby table and exited the room, leaving Yoongi with his work and my heart with a sharp pain that refused to subside. I couldn't shake off the bitter tang of rejection and the unfamiliar iciness from Yoongi's words. This sudden change in Yoongi, it was alien and unsettling. It was a painful contrast to the warm, loving relationship we once shared and cherished.
we were lost...
Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, and yet the distance between Yoongi and me only seemed to widen. There was a palpable tension whenever we were in the same room together, our interactions reduced to mere formalities and awkward silences. I found solace in my work as a makeup artist, throwing myself into the bustling world of fashion and beauty to escape the heartache that plagued me every time I saw Yoongi. However there was someone who would keep me distracted, Park Jimin.
As I stepped onto the set, I was immediately pulled into the whirlwind of lights, clothes, and laughter that was a photo shoot. And right in the middle of it all, like the eye of a hurricane, stood Park Jimin, mischief sparkling in his eyes.
"Just keep watching," he assured his fellow bandmates, before launching himself across the set in a comically exaggerated fall. A chorus of laughter rang through the studio, mine being the most resonant of all.
"Jimin, you're like a two-year-old on a sugar high! Calm down!" I scolded, trying to keep a straight face.
He simply shrugged innocently, his giggles infecting everyone around us with merry laughter. During our break, he managed to sneak up behind the photographer and perfectly mimic his serious gaze and exaggerated hand gestures.
"I think we need to capture the... essence of the soul!" Jimin pronounced, in a highfalutin tone, causing another round of chuckles.
Shaking my head, I tried to feign exasperation. "You're impossible."
His grin widened. "But you're still laughing."
Throughout the day, Jimin's playful pranks tested my patience and my work ethic. When I opened my makeup kit to find my high-quality brushes replaced with oversized, novelty powder puffs, I almost lost it.
"Jimin!" I yelled, holding up one of the ridiculous tools.
"Did I do that?" he responded, grinning ear-to-ear, a look of faux guilt in his eyes.
Despite his antics, I couldn't help but be drawn toward this captivating, hilariously entertaining character. Moments of quiet intensity, when he was lost in a song or a dance routine, added richness to his goofball persona and touched my heart in a way I didn't see coming.
Who would have thought that I'd find comfort in this chaos, that his contagious laughter and silly pranks would end up being my haven amidst the storm. And maybe, just maybe, the sudden flutter in my heart whenever he smiled my way was a sign that something was beginning to change.
Maybe coming back wasn't a bad idea...
to be continued...
chapter 13 || chapter 15
someone is burning with jealousy~
Brushes and Beats chapter 15
pairing: JiminxReader
genre: fluff with a pinch of angst
trope: enemies to lovers
:never have i ever wished to be someone else:
Y/n's POV
present time,
Sweating palms and a jumping heart, that's how my anticipation manifests itself as I sit in front of my mirror, readying for my date with Jin. His sweet gestures and ready smiles have always charmed me, but on this occasion, the colors of my outfit seem to blur into one another, my reflection in the mirror revealing unease rather than excitement.
I start applying my makeup meticulously as if aiming to paint away my guilt rather than highlighting my features. There's a looming feeling in my chest, weighing me down, and it's not about tonight's choice of lipstick or whether I've paired the right accessories. It's about him. Park Jimin. This perfect pop star with a voice that makes heartbeats sound like a melody.
I feel my cheeks heat up just thinking about him. Once friends, then nuisance, and now this confusing muddle of emotions that I can't seem to navigate. The guilt emerges more. I'm not being fair to Jin, or to myself. I feel like I'm teetering on the edge of something I’m not sure I’m ready to confront.
In the reality of that moment, my foundation brush in hand seems to hold more power than it ever had. It's no longer just an instrument to perfect artistry but a symbol of the diversion of my feelings. As I lock my eyes with my own despairing gaze in the mirror, I know what I need to do. I have to put my heart first, even if it means embracing an agonizing truth.
The question now isn't whether I'm ready for this date, but whether I'm ready to face the whirlwind of my own feelings. With a deep breath and a determined resolve, I finish applying my makeup and decide to go with a bold red lip to match the intensity of the emotions that I'm about to confront.
The doorbell rings, and before I know it, I'm standing face-to-face with Jin. His warm smile momentarily eases the turmoil within me, but as we exchange pleasantries, a pang of guilt resurfaces. It's unfair to him to pretend that everything is fine when my heart is consumed by someone else. His genuine kindness and affection only amplify the internal struggle that I've been hiding for far too long.
The resounding words of Jin's laughter shake me out of my thoughts, reminding me of the present moment. I push aside my inner turmoil, focusing on being the best version of myself for Jin. Keeping the evening light and enjoyable is my priority, and I know I owe it to Jin to give him my undivided attention. We make our way to the restaurant, the atmosphere buzzing with conversations and clinking cutlery. As we sit across from each other at the table, the conversation flows effortlessly. Our laughter melds into the ambient noise of the bustling restaurant as we share stories and anecdotes. "It's amazing how well we get along," Jin remarks, his eyes filled with warmth as he gazes at me.
At that moment, I'm struck by a sense of bittersweetness. "It is indeed amazing," I reply, my voice tinged with a mix of sincerity and hesitation. I can feel the weight of my conflicting emotions pressing against my chest, threatening to spill out and shatter the illusion of happiness that Jin sees in me, trying to subside my emotions and keep the facade content, my hand accidentally hits my wine glass, causing it to topple and spill onto the pristine white tablecloth. "I'M SO SORRY!" I exclaim, my face flushing with embarrassment as I scramble to grab napkins and mop up the mess. As I frantically attempt to clean up the wine spill, a familiar voice cuts through the commotion, "Need a hand?" Without looking up from the wine-soaked tablecloth, my breath catches in my throat as I recognize the timbre of that voice - it's him.
What is he doing here?
As I slowly raise my head to meet his gaze, our eyes lock in a moment of silent recognition. For a brief moment, time freezes as our eyes connect across the room. The intensity in his eyes are undeniable as it shift from me to Jin and back to me again. "Ahh, no it's fine I've got it under control," I stammer, my heart pounding in my chest.
Jimin's lips curl into a smirk as he saunters over to the table anyway, disregarding my feeble attempt to dismiss him. "Seems like you could use a hand," Jimin says smoothly, his voice dripping with amusement. "Yes, it's ok we got it under control," Jin interjects, his tone friendly but firm. Jimin raises an eyebrow at Jin's comment, a playful challenge gleaming in his eyes...
"Excuse me? Is it ok if we change our table?" Jin asks the waiter, shooting a quick apologetic glance in my direction. A few moments pass as the waiter considers Jin's request, and finally nods, leading us to a different table in a quieter corner of the restaurant.
"I'm so sorry, I did-"
" Relax, Y/n It's just wine," Jin cut me off gently, his voice laced with reassurance with a smile resting on his face. The waiter comes to check on us. Again, we reassure him
of how delicious everything is. Everything’s flippin’ perfect "Isn't he the-"
"Who?"
"The guy from earlier, isn't he Park Jimin?"
A slice of panic opens in my gut
"I'm not sure, I didn't get a good look"
Jin shrugged and indulged back to his food, while my attention was stolen by something, rather someone. My heart jolted when my eyes found him, sitting in the right far corner of the room.
He looks like he is waiting for someone.
Soon after he stands up and walks to the door, he comes back again but he is not alone. there is no doubt that he is on a date, it's purely shown by the way he pulls out the chair for her. I steal quick glances at him from the corner of my eye while staying engaged in conversation with Jin. Yet despite my best efforts, my mind drifts towards him, towards Park Jimin. He's sitting there, engrossed in his own world, with a date of his own.
What a player.
She was gorgeous, Her long hair spilled over her shoulder like soft ocean waves, Her aura screamed radiance like she was the center of attention and awareness in the moment.
An odd silence circles our table. Maybe Jin has noticed my distraction, or is it the lack of my sincere involvement? I smile, trying to fill the void, then ask him something about his work. Despite my trying to appear normal, I couldn't help but let my gaze stray to Jimin’s table again. Each glance adds another layer of guilt, another layer of turmoil.
Jin’s voice breaks me out of my thoughts, reminds me of where I am, and with whom - with Jin, who’s charming, and kind, and deserves someone who gives him their full attention, not someone whose mind is irrevocably tied to the person at table nine.
Was this jealousy?
I twist in my chair trying to keep a blank face and hide my emotions. Hoping he won't notice.
My heart beats faster as I watch him stand up and pour a glass of champagne for her, his date. It's a gesture so simple, and yet the elegance of it is solely him - it's pure Jimin. And it hurts because I wish, irrationally, illogically, desperately, that he was holding the glass out for me. I force myself to look away.
As much as I want to deny it, the very presence of Jimin in the room inflames the dormant emotions inside me; emotions I thought I had shelved away. Suddenly, the room feels too small for this whirlwind of unsaid words and unprocessed emotions. I feel caught between two worlds, both alluring yet so vastly different.
What a stark difference between me and her...can't blame him
"Shit they need me in the hospital"
We hurriedly stand up, not realizing they - Jimin and his date - had finished as well, heading to the only elevator in the building. Already jam-packed with people, we squeezed ourselves in, standing all too close to one another. The moment we all crammed in, a shrill beep rang out, the light above flashing a warning - over maximum weight capacity.
Eyes dart around the elevator, a bout of confusion plaguing everyone. It was then, I decided to take the initiative, "I'll get off," I mumble quickly, mustering a polite smile, "I, uh...need to use the restroom anyway."
With my foot halfway out the door, I find myself locking eyes with Jimin, who, much to my surprise, is positioned right at the back of the crowded elevator. "Are you sure, Y/n?" Jin inquires, drawing me back from the captivating pull of Jimin's gaze.
"Yeah," I mutter, not daring enough to take my eyes off Jimin. He gives nothing away, his expression an unreadable mask, yet something flickers in his eyes. Is it confusion? Annoyance? Or something more complicated? The intensity of his gaze makes my heart pound. There is an unspoken thread between us, unseen yet utterly palpable.
Each moment of eye contact feels as if we are enveloped in a bubble where it's only us. We're surrounded by people, yet it feels utterly alone as the world of ours that is filled with unspoken questions and pent-up feelings. Our ways might have parted yet there is an unsaid conversation that pulls us together.
As the elevator door begins to close, I force out a nod and step back, breaking eye contact. With the metallic slide of the doors, the connection is broken, his figure out of sight. The separation doesn’t ease the tension. If anything, it accentuates the fact that nothing is resolved between us.
I make a turn on my heels and stride off towards the restroom, the intensity of the encounter still searing through my veins, my heart pounding loud in my chest. I can't keep ignoring this
I didn't want anything. Not with Jin. Not with anyone except...
I realize, my hand trembling slightly as I splash water onto my face. I have to face this, face him - Park Jimin. With a deep breath, I look up into the mirror, meeting my own gaze with determination. No more running.
But first I need to do something.
And I found myself behind a door, I never thought I would knock on.
"You?"
"Hi Yoongi"
to be continued...
chapter 14 || chapter 16