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all of my life (p.jimin x reader)

warnings/tags: boxer!jimin (cause mans is getting very buff now and that is a warning), overuse of the words darling and desperate, loosely inspired by the mv for all of my life (i only get inspired by songs smh)

genre: angst with fluffy ending

words: 964

a/n: listen to all of my life by park won. i'm not very satisfied with this but i needed to put this out. i might rewrite it again.

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3 years.

3 whole fucking years, you write in your diary, since he promised you that he would come back. "all lies, all of them were lies," you tear up and scratch out everything you've written. the book is thrown across the room, all the polaroids of him falling out.

you rub your eyes furiously, mad at jimin for lying to you, mad at his friends for sticking up for him and most of all, mad at yourself for being a naïve idiot and believing him. you gather the polaroids and look at them. you wipe your tears, ready to remove this chapter of your life and to convince yourself that whatever he said were all lies. you pick up a polaroid, so close to tearing it when you hear soft knocking on your door. you sigh and keep the polaroids aside and walk to the door, assuming it’s seokjin again, trying to lift your spirits. you open the door, "jin, i swear i don't need your "healing soup" anymore-" "oh, uh were you expecting him instead?" you freeze in your spot, not able to process the person in front of you.

jimin, the boy you've spent nights crying over, is standing outside your door. bags by his side, his hair a pretty blonde and a soft, apologetic smile on his face. "hello? earth to y/n?" he chuckles, "let me in will you?" you let him in, like its muscle memory, staring at him blankly. "what's wrong? say something, you're scaring me now" he laughs nervously. "you never called." you say it like it’s nothing not like it physically hurt you. jimin sighs "i can explain, y/n okay? it was wrong, i know-" "wrong? it was wrong?" you laugh humorlessly, "you never called, forget that, you might've been busy, but at least respond to a text? to let me know you're alive and healthy? instead i see you on tv, smiling like it’s no one's business!" he walks to you and cups your face gently, "believe me when i say i'm sorry, darling." he wipes the tears from your face, you didn't even realize you were crying. you push him away and look at him, disappointed.

jimin can feel his heart slowly cracking at your dismayed face. this is not how he wanted this to go.

“Darling-”

“get out.”

he looks at you in shock. not once have you ever spoken to him like that. “will you please listen to me?” he pleads. desperation is prominently written all over his face. the more you look at him, the more you feel your resolve breaking. You look at him, stone cold. “i do not want to listen to your sob story, jimin. i do not want to listen to your pathetic excuses of why you didn’t keep your promises,” you reckon you sound like a kid now, talking about breaking promises. jimin runs a hand through his hair, a habit of his when he’s frustrated. “you’ll go-” “bald, i know darling,” hint of a smile on his face. “can we sit?” he gestures to the couch. you nod and sit, the frustration and anger you had on him has disappeared apparently. jimin sits on the couch, letting out a quiet "oof". you sit up straight, “want something to drink? maybe a bit of food?” where is all this coming from? Weren’t you just vexed at him a few moments ago? A genuine smile spreads across jimin’s face, “just need you to listen to me, darling. please?” he looks at you with longing eyes. you nod, gesturing for him to speak. “you’re my world, darling. not boxing, not the trophies and medals but you.

you were and still the reason i ever started dreaming about life again. i hated the very thought of living, despised it because nothing mattered anymore. In a world where you need something worthy enough to move forward, when i had nothing, i had you. the light of my life.” “still doesn’t explain why you ghosted me, jimin” you say bitterly. “are you trying to sweet talk your way back into my life? because that is definitely not going to work.”

jimin grabs your hands, desperate for you to listen to what he has to say. “don’t you get it? you’re the reason i started living because of you. when nothing would go my way, when my family detested the very thought of me, when alcohol couldn’t take away my problems, it was you who pulled me up.” you look at him, unaware of how he was feeling. you open your mouth to speak but you close it. you want to hear more. “you filled me up. with the good and the bad, the pretty and the ugly most importantly, with you. after you, i had hope. hope that things will turn out for the better. but i had to go and ruin everything just because i was greedy. my dreams became bigger than the love i had and i regret that” he grips your hands tighter “so much. You have to believe me, please” you look away not able to stop your eyes from tearing up. he places his head on your tummy and lets out a quiet sob. you stroke his hair, “what was this use of all this, jimin? why did you leave everything for me suddenly?” he looks up at you, eyes shining with tears, “cause it was all for you, darling. you’re my everything. what was the use of achieving so much if i didn’t have the sole reason for my existence next to me?” you peck his forehead, unable to stop yourself from giving him all the affection you had pent up inside. he intertwines your hands together and smiles, “you are all of my life.”

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a/n: the ending sucks ik pls don't come for moi

all of my life (p.jimin x reader)

warnings/tags: boxer!jimin (cause mans is getting very buff now and that is a warning), overuse of the words darling and desperate, loosely inspired by the mv for all of my life (i only get inspired by songs smh)

genre: angst with fluffy ending

words: 964

a/n: listen to all of my life by park won. i'm not very satisfied with this but i needed to put this out. i might rewrite it again.

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3 years.

3 whole fucking years, you write in your diary, since he promised you that he would come back. "all lies, all of them were lies," you tear up and scratch out everything you've written. the book is thrown across the room, all the polaroids of him falling out.

you rub your eyes furiously, mad at jimin for lying to you, mad at his friends for sticking up for him and most of all, mad at yourself for being a naïve idiot and believing him. you gather the polaroids and look at them. you wipe your tears, ready to remove this chapter of your life and to convince yourself that whatever he said were all lies. you pick up a polaroid, so close to tearing it when you hear soft knocking on your door. you sigh and keep the polaroids aside and walk to the door, assuming it’s seokjin again, trying to lift your spirits. you open the door, "jin, i swear i don't need your "healing soup" anymore-" "oh, uh were you expecting him instead?" you freeze in your spot, not able to process the person in front of you.

jimin, the boy you've spent nights crying over, is standing outside your door. bags by his side, his hair a pretty blonde and a soft, apologetic smile on his face. "hello? earth to y/n?" he chuckles, "let me in will you?" you let him in, like its muscle memory, staring at him blankly. "what's wrong? say something, you're scaring me now" he laughs nervously. "you never called." you say it like it’s nothing not like it physically hurt you. jimin sighs "i can explain, y/n okay? it was wrong, i know-" "wrong? it was wrong?" you laugh humorlessly, "you never called, forget that, you might've been busy, but at least respond to a text? to let me know you're alive and healthy? instead i see you on tv, smiling like it’s no one's business!" he walks to you and cups your face gently, "believe me when i say i'm sorry, darling." he wipes the tears from your face, you didn't even realize you were crying. you push him away and look at him, disappointed.

jimin can feel his heart slowly cracking at your dismayed face. this is not how he wanted this to go.

“Darling-”

“get out.”

he looks at you in shock. not once have you ever spoken to him like that. “will you please listen to me?” he pleads. desperation is prominently written all over his face. the more you look at him, the more you feel your resolve breaking. You look at him, stone cold. “i do not want to listen to your sob story, jimin. i do not want to listen to your pathetic excuses of why you didn’t keep your promises,” you reckon you sound like a kid now, talking about breaking promises. jimin runs a hand through his hair, a habit of his when he’s frustrated. “you’ll go-” “bald, i know darling,” hint of a smile on his face. “can we sit?” he gestures to the couch. you nod and sit, the frustration and anger you had on him has disappeared apparently. jimin sits on the couch, letting out a quiet "oof". you sit up straight, “want something to drink? maybe a bit of food?” where is all this coming from? Weren’t you just vexed at him a few moments ago? A genuine smile spreads across jimin’s face, “just need you to listen to me, darling. please?” he looks at you with longing eyes. you nod, gesturing for him to speak. “you’re my world, darling. not boxing, not the trophies and medals but you.

you were and still the reason i ever started dreaming about life again. i hated the very thought of living, despised it because nothing mattered anymore. In a world where you need something worthy enough to move forward, when i had nothing, i had you. the light of my life.” “still doesn’t explain why you ghosted me, jimin” you say bitterly. “are you trying to sweet talk your way back into my life? because that is definitely not going to work.”

jimin grabs your hands, desperate for you to listen to what he has to say. “don’t you get it? you’re the reason i started living because of you. when nothing would go my way, when my family detested the very thought of me, when alcohol couldn’t take away my problems, it was you who pulled me up.” you look at him, unaware of how he was feeling. you open your mouth to speak but you close it. you want to hear more. “you filled me up. with the good and the bad, the pretty and the ugly most importantly, with you. after you, i had hope. hope that things will turn out for the better. but i had to go and ruin everything just because i was greedy. my dreams became bigger than the love i had and i regret that” he grips your hands tighter “so much. You have to believe me, please” you look away not able to stop your eyes from tearing up. he places his head on your tummy and lets out a quiet sob. you stroke his hair, “what was this use of all this, jimin? why did you leave everything for me suddenly?” he looks up at you, eyes shining with tears, “cause it was all for you, darling. you’re my everything. what was the use of achieving so much if i didn’t have the sole reason for my existence next to me?” you peck his forehead, unable to stop yourself from giving him all the affection you had pent up inside. he intertwines your hands together and smiles, “you are all of my life.”

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a/n: the ending sucks ik pls don't come for moi

♡~fluff ☆~angst

ask me anything

guidelines

series:

yet to come

drabbles/fics:

happily ever after ♡

series:

yet to come

drabbles/fics:

goodbye, again ☆

my lover ♡

series:

yet to come

drabbles/fics:

yet to come

series:

yet to come

drabbles/fics:

honest ☆♡

series:

yet to come

drabbles/fics:

all of my life ☆♡

lovesick ♡

lunatic ♡

hands ♡

series:

yet to come

drabbles/fics:

lovers in the night♡(and like ¼ of ☆)

beatitudo ♡

snowman ♡(and ⅓ of ☆)

the child, the angel, the sea ♡(smidge of ☆)

precious ♡(lil of☆)

exile (ft. jungkook) ☆♡

series:

delicate ♡☆

moments of you & i ♡☆

you & i ☆♡

drabbles/fics:

more ♡(and ⅓rd of ☆)

soft and tender ♡

i.n.v.u ☆&♡

ah, so pretty ♡ (tiny bit of ☆)

loml x ps5 ♡

exile (ft. taehyung) ♡☆

see you from my pov ☆♡

only love ♡

ours ☆♡

feeling's mutual ☆♡

love you, always ☆♡

the aftermath ♡

be mine ☆♡

whole world ☆♡

side by side ♡

favourite ♡

so, give me all your kisses ♡

late night muse ♡

stay ☆♡

glitch ♡

hold on ♡☆

sweet thing ♡

heart ache ♡

whole damn world ♡

Accurate 👌🏻

OMG! WHY IS JIMIN SO CUTE?!??❤

Amen! 🌸

...............😅 no comment

Smol mochi! 😘💕❤

I FEEL LIKE A PROUD MOTHER ATM! ❤️❤️❤️

*DEEP BREATH*

BTS JIMIN FESTA PROFILE! 🌟

😂😂😂 bless….

I feel blessed! COTTON CANDY! THE COMEBACK IS SO CLOSE! 💕💕

😂😂😂

Hey lovely! I have a thing for Jimin's finger too, so yeah.. Jimin drowling over the fact that you much smaller than him and that even his finger are big for you, stretching you out and he's not shy at pointing that out for you... oooph.. Bye 🥰💜

You were on the couch, between Jimin's thighs, his arms wrapped protectively around your waist, keeping you close to chest. You two were watching a movie, when you started playing with his full of rings fingers. Jimin was not paying attention to you, too amazed by the movie.

You frowned, staring at his thick figers, pressing your palm on his, fingers on his fingers. You were staring at your hands, moving them to examinate them, you didn't realise when Jimin put pause on the movie, to stare at you. He kissesed your shoulder "What happened, babygirl?"

"Your fingers are so cute" you whispered and kissed the tip of each one, staring at him. He scoffed and played the movie again, he already knew he has short fingers and he didn't like it, even you had your fingers almost as long as his.

"These short fingers were too thick to fit your hole last night."

You heard him, out of suddent.

Can I get a Jimin drabble wherein he's a really really sweet boyfriend, but really hardcore in bed? 🙊 Thank you!

College Boyfriend Jimin~

Pouty and moody in the morning;

Can't keep his eyes open properly at the morning classes;

Cheeky smile when he sees you;

His mood lifts up when he has you around;

He brings you your favourite coffee, with a kiss on your forhead;

Won't let go of you until the class starts;

Flirts with you all the class long;

Sends paper airplanes on your desk, which lead usually on your hair, poking your cheek or on the teacher's table;

He often gets detention because of that;

He blames you for nothing, only so the teacher would give you detention too;

Your detention is less cleaning and more kissing;

He drives you home, every night;

You sneak him into the house when your parents are not home, careful for your annoying neighbor with twelve cats to not catch you and tell your mom the next day;

When your parents are home he sneaks on the window;

You once thought he was a thief and almost made him fall off;

He cuddles you at his chest, to keep you warm, all night long;

He likes waking up at night to stare at your sleepy face;

The next morning you would be late for school;

He is really jealous;

He death glares everyone who dares to stare at his girl;

That day he makes you wear your hair up into a ponytail, only to show everyone the marks on your neck;

The marks he left on you, while you were asleep;

He is literally good at everything, so he wants you to ask him for help, not any other person, boy or girl;

Let's not mention how you made some girls fall for you too, so he is in allert 24/7;

Pouty man;

Whiny all day long when he doesn't get your attention but rarely gets angry;

He gets mad only when you don't pay attention to him, but to a random guy who compliments you;

"Aren't my compliments enough for you?!"

Praising your ass all day long;

His goal is to make you happy;

°•☆NSFW°•♡~

Dominant side

He is soft only in the society;

His motto is "Kawaii on streets, senpai in the sheets";

Switch 100%;

Soft and hard dom, depends on his mood;

Doesn't stand you being a brat, it gets on his nerves:

A brat tamer 100%;

He forces you into your knees, making you take his thick cock down your throat;

"Gotta clean of that dirty mouth of yours!"

"Let's find something to fill up that useless pretty mouth of yours!";

He loves seeing you ravaged because of him;

He is loud, so he wants you to moan as much as you can, showing him how much you love his cock;

He is a tease, from his apearence, to gestures and moves;

Dirty talker, knowing the effect he has on you;

Definetly has daddy kink;

Loves choking the hell out of you;

Having you on his lap, completly naked with your hands tied back with one of his ties, your panties stuffed into your mouth, is his favourite part of the day;

If you get him mad, you won't leave his lap without a bruised ass;

He loves your breasts so much, he usually falls asleep while sucking on your nipple(only when he is on his sub side);

So he wants you to ride him sometimes, only to see them bouncing;

But he is often top;

He loves to fuck you in doggy style, or spooning you;

Quick reminder your cuddles are ending up with sex;

When he feels soft, you will get sweet love ;

He finds missionary perfect for that;

He loves staring at your face controlled in pleasure, while pounding deeper into you;

His moans are more like submissive ones, but he has moments when he sounds like a wolf in heats; (Yes please🤤)

He remains inside of you during the night;

Eating you out is a part of his morning routine;

You.are.his.breakfast.;

Loves eating your cunt until you shake under him, unable to move anymore;

(This is why you are late for school when he comes over);

Submissive side:

He sometimes lets you dominate him;

He loves ass playing so he teases himself at home sometimes, sending you pretty videos;

Which make you come over and ravage him;

His favourite night was the one you finger fucked him while he was laying on you, playing video games;

He is sensitive, so he cries of frustration, when something doesn't work good for him, at school or real life;

He makes himself little at your chest, hiding his face between your breasts;

He falls asleep sucking on your nipple, just like a baby;

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♡

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Author's note : I swear I got wet and soft while writing this 👉🏽👈🏽 love him so much

hi mochi! i heard that you want drabble requests atm so how about a vampire jimin who wanted this girl since forever but the problem is she's in a relationship with vampire jungkook. up to you if you'll let jimin get her or not [but pls let him get her] lol 🤣

Glass after glass, after glass, after glass. This is how Jimin's night was. Sitting in the darkest corner of the bar, his legs parted on the expensive leather chair, back pressed against it, his Chanel belt shinning from a ray of light. A casual position you would say, every one would look ridiculous, indeed, but not him.

Not Park Jimin. Not him, the rich, charismatic, intelligent, handsome and so hot, Park Jimin. Which happened to stare at you all night long, from afar, his gaze lingering on your body, while you were talking and dancing with your friend with benefits, Jungkook. Friend with benefits meaning you let him suck your blood and he pays for your college and books. He was like your sugar daddy, but a blood sucker one.

Though he never touched you, Jimin still didn't like him. You were his girl, his prey, you belonged to him since the moment he saved your life from a werewolf. Plus, there was no need for Jungkook to touch you, it was enough that he was already sucking your precious blood.

Closing his eyes, Jimin inhaled deeply, his mind concentrated on your scent, on the way your heart was beating, the thought of your blood on his lips, of your figure moaning in pleasure in his arms. He frowned when he heard your heart racing faster, opening his eyes, only to find Jungkook pressed against your back and ass, slowly moving his hips in tandem with yours. His ringed fingers tightened on the, now, empty glass, making it brake in millions of pieces, just like his patience.

Wiping his hand down his black jeans, he watched as Jungkook's phone rang, making the tall man excuse himself with an annoyed groan, leaving you alone, on the dance floor.

You continued dancing, eyes closed, enjoying the beat. You gasped when you felt two gentle hands griping your hips with a firm hold, from behind. Smiling, you pressed against the man's chest, starting to dance with him. He was a great dancer, indeed, but what made you lose your breath were his smooth hips rolls. You snaped your eyes open in realization. Jungkook wasn't moving this smooth.

"You're right, princess!" said a soft but a little low and velvety voice, belonging to the man behind you.

You wished to pull away and scream, but his grip on your throat stopped you, throwing your head back on his shoulder, his hand pressed flat against your belly, keeping you in place. "Tsk Tsk, little one!" He hissed in your ear, choking you harder, making you whimper in pleasure, his fangs slightly grazing your skin, making your blood freeze.

"I finally got you, do you think I'll let you go now?"

Author's note: hi, sweetie!!! I loved your request so much!!! 🥰

Luck (PJM)

Hey guys! Amanda here and I hope you enjoy this imagine. I’m not quite sure about making a ‘set-in-stone’ upload schedule because I do have a job but I am going to make it a goal for myself to upload twice a week. This imagine is a pretty long one but it was super fun to write so I hope you enjoy what I have to offer you. Happy not-so-fun 4th of July and stay safe out there <3

Genre: Fluff, Childhood Friends!Au

Pairing: Jimin x reader

Word Count: 4.5K

Warnings: fluff, kissing, flashbacks

Summary: You’ve always been there for Jimin, supporting him through the majority of both of your lives, and he plans to thank you for it. 

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   Artist of the Year. Quite possibly if not THE most important and valuable award of the night. Important enough to be the very last award given and hold the title of a Daesang. Jimin sat on his cube-shaped seat, Hoseok to his left and Jungkook to his right. The nominees for the award played on the screen as their songs exited the speakers and suffocated the room, mixed with the cheers of each nominees’ fans. BTS were one of those nominees. Alongside Chungha, EXO, Taeyeon, and JANNABI. The tension that surrounded the idols was thick as they all waited patiently, or some, more impatiently, for Park Seo-joon to announce the winner. Jimin was staring at the ground a few meters away with an uneasy look on his face. He knew, along with the rest of BTS, Army, and possibly every other idol and fan in that building, that if they won, they would make history with two Daesang sweeps in a year. Yes, the tension was thick as blood. And while his head should have been present, present and in the game to support the other nominees as they came up on screen - maybe like Jungkook who was bobbing his head to every song - he couldn’t help but stare at the ground and think of one thing, or rather, one person.

   Throughout his six and a half years of being an idol with BTS, Jimin had given many speeches. Many thank you’s and dedications, many promises to the fans. However, tonight, he wanted to dedicate his speech - if they won - to the one person that he hasn’t really thought of giving thanks to, despite them deserving it more than he deserved that award. He slightly smirked at that thought, knowing that the person his mind was clouded with would have responded, “Debatable.” to it. But Jimin was sure of it. And he wanted to thank you in the most special way possible.

   You know those cliche moments when time slows down before a big moment for a character in a movie? That's how Jimin was feeling as the music faded out and the silent tension grew even thicker as they waited for the winner to spill out of Seo-joon’s mouth. Still staring at the ground, Jimin thought of the very, or more the very many reasons as to why he needed to thank you. Because you were always there. Through everything. Ever since you were kids. And for some unknown, ungodly reason, you decided to stick with him through it all instead of leaving like a level-headed person would. And like clockwork, as if his life was flashing before his very eyes, the memories of you two had resurfaced one by one, seeming like forever, but lasting a half of a second each. 

   “Jimin! Come downstairs, please!” Mrs. Park, Jimin’s mother, yelled from the bottom of the stairs. Six year old Jimin came bouncing down the stairs, looking up at his mom. 

   “Yes eomma?”

   “Come with me to greet our new neighbors, lovely.” 

   As they walked over to the new neighbors house, Jimin’s mother carried a welcome basket full of her and her husband’s baked goods while Jimin carried the welcome card. He looked up at his mom and asked, “Do they have a kid like me, eomma?”

   Mrs. Park simply smiled down at him, heartwarmed by his curiosity. “I don’t know, lovely. We have to see.” Jimin nodded at this information with a new look of determination on his face, committed to finding out if he could make a new friend. 

   Finally reaching the front door, Mrs. Park knocked and waited a few seconds. Jimin could hear a faint yelling behind the door, making out something like ‘can you get the door’ and ‘i’ll be there in a second.’ The door had opened revealing a small young girl, looking to be about the same age as Jimin.

   “Hello, sweetie. What’s your name?” Mrs. Park asked, smiling at the young girl.

   The young girl looked up at her before responding, “Y/N..” her eyes flickered to Jimin for a second before looking back to the woman. Jimin’s previous confidence seemed to fade as he  stood behind his mother’s legs, just peeking out behind her.

   Another woman had walked up behind Y/N, dusting off her hands on her jeans, “Hello!”

   “Hello! You must be Y/N’s mother! I’m Mrs. Park and I live next door with my husband and my six year old son, Jimin. Jimin, say hello.” She looked down at him. 

   The shy boy quietly looked at them and managed to give a quick wave while almost-whispering a small “hello.”

   The two women both smiled at his cuteness while Y/N mirrored Jimin behind her own mother’s legs. She looked at him curiously. 

   “We brought you a welcoming basket and card!” Mrs. Park said, handing the basket to her mother. Jimin had shyly handed her the card as well. 

   “Oh thank you! I’m Mrs. Y/L/N and I believe you already met my five year old daughter, Y/N.” She smiled. Mrs. Park smiled and nodded.

   Meanwhile, Y/N was still looking at Jimin. She was staring at his shirt, which had a pirate on it. For the first time since she introduced herself, Y/N had spoken, “I like your shirt…”

   Jimin looked at her to find him looking back at him, and he grinned shyly. “Thanks, I like it too.” 

   Y/N gave him a small smile, “I have a toy pirate set in my bedroom if you wanna go play with me?” she offered shyly, glancing up at her mother. Her mother nodded in encouragement, Mrs. Park softly smiling at the endearing moment. The two ladies shared a mischievous glance.

   Jimin’s eyes lit up as he looked up to his mother, “Please eomma?” he asked, almost begging. Mrs. Park giggled and nodded.

   “Just be home in time for dinner, lovely.” He nodded, smiling at his mother’s words. 

   The memory was a fond one, both Y/N and Jimin’s mothers still tease them to this day about how shy they were back then and how they both were scared that the two kids were going to go off on a ship and pillage the world, over your shared love of pirates. 

   Then, came the next memory. 

   “Jiminie!” Jimin turned his body to the sound of his beloved nickname, bestowed upon him by no other than you. He had declared sometime a few years ago that you were the only one who was allowed to call him that. Twelve year old Y/N came running at him with a big smile gracing her face. “You did it! You won!”

   Jimin smiled back at her, his gold taekwondo medal around his neck. She hugged him tightly, burying her face into his neck. “It’s because you were here. You’re my good luck charm.” He said, hugging her back. 

   She giggled at him, “You’re silly.”

   And although they were joking at the tender age of thirteen and twelve, his words became true. Y/N became his good luck charm, as he seemed to do well everytime she was present for a match or any other competition that Jimin had. So she kept showing up to them in support of him. Jimin could rely on her for those kinds of things, like he could rely on her for anything, leading him to the next memory. 

   You had opened your front door with a smile on your face, before it quickly dropped at the sight of your best friend. A fifteen year old Jimin stood there, soaked from the rain, eyes puffy and red, sniffling with a miserable smile on his face.

   “Hi..” he whispered. You didn’t hesitate to pull him inside from the cold, straight into your arms as he nuzzled his face into your shoulder. “Hana and I broke up..” He said. You somehow seemed to understand. Hana was Jimin’s first girlfriend, and he really liked her. They dated for a couple months so he must have been devastated. You said no words, you just stood there holding him as he let it all out on your shoulder. Your mother had come from the kitchen, a questioning glance on her face. Although he couldn’t see it, you shook your head slightly at her so she knew not to ask any questions.

   “Would you like to stay the night? Dinner is almost ready.” You whispered at him. He let go and looked at you, with a small smile on his face. He nodded as you grinned at him, taking his hand and pulling him towards the dinner table, where you and your mother were cooking dinner together.

   The rest of that night, you and your mom did your best to cheer Jimin up, cracking stupid jokes and dancing terribly to the music playing in the background as you finished cooking dinner. You and your mom always accepted Jimin into your family, just as his family accepted you. Hana was Jimin’s last girlfriend, despite her also being his first. What he didn’t tell you about the breakup though, was that she had tried to make him choose in between you and her out of jealousy. He chose you.

   “I got it.” Jimin said suddenly, breaking the silence that surrounded you both as you watched the sun set from the roof of your house. He was sixteen at the time, meaning you were 15. 

   Your head snapped towards him faster than the speed of light, and he had to hold his breath in order to not laugh at the astonished look on your face. However that look quickly changed into a large smile as you squealed of excitement. “I told you that you would get the scholarship, Jiminie! I’m so proud of you!” you kissed his cheek, making his cheeks turn a slight shade of pink. You giggled at his adorableness before saying, “It was lucky that you were picked, the pool of applicants was hella large. But you deserve it way more than all of those people.” 

   He smirked at you cheekily, “Who said anything about luck? I already had you.” It was your turn to blush this time, smacking him on the shoulder and turning towards the view. He barked out a laugh and put his head on your shoulder in endearment. Slowly, though, his smile fell. “I’m not sure I want to take it though..” He trailed off.

   You glanced at him in curiosity, “Why, JIminie?” You were startled and slightly concerned at this sudden confession. To your knowledge, this had always been his dream.

   He sighed, “I’m not sure how to explain it, really. I just feel like there is more out there for me. Like if I accepted this scholarship then I would be settling for a life in Japan and Busan only. Tied down to a career if you will. I feel like I have the potential to be more, to make more, to leave more of an impact. You know what I mean?” He looked at you, looking for reassurance. To him, he thought he sounded insane. His worries were lessened in seconds though, when you smiled gently at him and placed your hand on top of his, rubbing your thumb over his knuckles.

   “Yeah, I know what you mean. Whatever you decide, Jiminie, I’ll still be your good luck charm and support you.” You giggled at him, and his smile grew. He threw his arm around your shoulders and pulled you into his side as he messed up your hair with his other hand.

   “AH! Jimin!” You yelled, laughing with him.

  You weren’t lying. You did support him. You supported him throughout a lot. You supported him when he decided not to take the scholarship, you supported him when his teachers thought he made a mistake, and you supported him when he told you of his decision to move to Seoul, to seek that opportunity. 

   He saw your smile, big as day to the average bystander, but he has known you for eleven years. He saw how you were hiding your sadness. And that sadness had made up his mind in less than a second.

  “Come with me.” He stated. Your eyes widened and you looked up at him miraculously, as if he was insane. 

  “What?” You laughed out, baffled by his statement.

  He smiled at you and pulled you towards him, “Come with me. To Seoul, I mean.”

  You laughed out, however this time it was more joyful, “Okay.” you smiled. 

  “Okay?” He asked you, smiling even wider. It was an exchange full of smiles and joy. 

  You nodded, giggling at his response, “Okay, lets move to Seoul.”

  You two had gotten a fairly cheap apartment to share for a few months before he found a company called BigHit Entertainment. You were there to urge him to audition, since his shy nature had him doubting himself, making him feel like he wouldn’t make it even if he tried. You were also there to support him outside of his audition when he finally took your advice and went. 

  You both stood outside of the door, his name had just been called. All his nerves had resurfaced and he was tense. He took a quick breath before moving forward to go into the shark pit. 

  “Hey!” You called out, him turning around at the sound of your face. “Good luck, Jiminie.” You smiled at him, crossing your fingers for him.

  “Why need luck when I already have you?” He winked at you, walking backwards. You smiled and shook your head, sitting back down as he turned around walking into the room.

   What seemed like hours passed when in reality it was only a few minutes as you bit your nails, waiting for him to come out of the room. Suddenly the door opened and he walked out. His shoulders were slumped and he had a dull look on his face as he walked towards you. You sighed and took him into your arms.

  “Aw, Jiminie…” You said, attempting to comfort him.

   “Y/n?” he muffled, face nuzzled into your neck.

   “Yes?” You asked as you rubbed circles on his back.

  “I made it.” He smiled into your neck.

  “What.”

  “I made it. I passed the audition.”

  “AISH! Pabo! You had me so scared!” You smacked the back of his head. He laughed out loud as he picked you up, spinning you around. 

   You were there for it. Since his beginning in BigHit as a trainee and his entrance into BTS. You were there for it all. Even when he moved into the dorm with the other six boys, they had accepted you as family just as well as him. You were often seen at the dorm with them, early in the mornings cooking them breakfast before they left, making them lunch and bringing it to them, and cooking them dinner alongside Jin and sometimes Yoongi. In your perspective, it was the least you could do to support them, seeing how hard they worked each day. But you didn’t realize how much it meant to your best friend. You were there for Jimin through it all. For the fourteen-hour practice days, for the weeks in the studio, for the late nights that he cried to you, wanting to give up. But you refused to let him let go of his dream so easily. The whole reason he was here, in this seat and at this award show, was because of you. 

   “Bangtan Sonyeondan.”

  Jimin had been so immersed in his memories with you that he almost missed the way that Park Seo-Joon had announced the winner of Artist of the Year. He closed his eyes in relief, catching a small glance of how Jungkook had put his head in his arms, seeming to give thanks to whoever was on his mind at the time. Probably Army, Jimin thought. He stood up with the rest of his members and began their journey to the big stage. His legs moved, but his mind didn’t, thoughts still clouded with you, wondering how you were reacting right now. He remembered how you reacted when they won their very first Daesang in 2016. 

  He walked into the dressing room when he felt your weight slam into him, almost knocking him to the ground. He quickly steadied himself as his arms circled around your waist. He was expecting screaming, squealing, laughing, something among the spectrum of joy to come from you. What he got instead was a tight hug and your head crooked in his neck, small sniffles coming from you. 

  “Wha- are you crying?” He looked at you, a smile forming on his face. Normally he would tease you, but he had just finished shedding a few tears himself. 

   “Shut up,” you mumbled, making him laugh, “I’m just so proud of you.”

  He smiled at your words and pulled you away, looking into your eyes. They sparkled with the tears that you were shedding, even though they sparkled without them anyway.

  “You did it, Jiminie. You achieved your dreams.” You said, tone close to a whisper. He smiled at you and pulled you back into him.

  “Trust me, it’s only the beginning.”

  He was right. It was only the beginning of BTS’ journey on the charts. He had accomplished many things with BTS, his members serving as his brothers and his best friends, but you held another special place in his heart. Because you were there from the very beginning. Of everything.

  As they reached the mic, Tae had taken it upon himself to give the first speech. Jimin stood there, looking among the crowd at all the fans, amazed. However, his head was still heavily clouded on thoughts of you, and how to thank you for always being there. He was already smiling, but it grew wider as he thought of how you supported him in every little thing, even things such as their variety show, Run BTS.

  It was just before they started shooting the next episode of Run when Jimin had come up to you, your place being behind the cameras. You were sitting next to Manager Sejin, laughing about something. He smiled at how comfortable you looked, among this crazy life of his. How you just fit in. He shook his head at the thought. Of course you fit in, you’ve been there since it all started. 

  You noticed him walking up to you and smiled at him. “Hey.” you smiled.

  “Hey.” He said. You looked him up and down, he wore a nicely fitted suit.

  “Well don’t you look dapper.” You said, giggling. 

  He smirked at you, “Always dressed for the best, madam.” He bowed dramatically, making you transition from giggling to laughing out loud. 

  He walked closer to you and kissed your forehead. 

  “Good luck, Jiminie. I’m rooting for you.” You smirked, knowing how rare it was for him to win a run episode.

  “Luck? Never heard of it. I have you though, so I should be okay.” he smirked back at you before being called back to the set to film the twenty-sixth episode of Run. And just like all those years ago, he won, and of course, he thought it was because his good luck charm was there to support him.

  Jimin looked towards the mic to see that it was Hobi speaking. Jimin was next, and he wasn’t prepared at all. Well, moreover he knew what to say, he just didn’t know how to say it. He racked through his brain trying to find anything to say, but all that came was another memory. 

  “I believe in you, you’ll do fine.” Y/n giggled over the phone.

  Jimin smiled at the sound before looking towards the clock. What was seven o’clock pm here in the United States was ten o’clock over in Korea. Unfortunately you had obligations to attend to at your own job, so traveling with him to the AMAs wasn’t an option. But that didn’t mean that you weren’t set up with a bowl of popcorn and a blanket on your couch with the TV on, ready to watch him and BTS perform.

  “It’s our first performance at an American award show, I just- I’m nervous,” he ran his hand over his face, “If we mess it up then our chances of charting in the U.S. could be ruined, our name mocked, our hard work in ruins.”

  He could almost see the smirk you held over the phone, “Don’t worry about it, Jiminie. I’m watching and I am one-hundred percent sure that you guys will absolutely rock that stage and blow all those American’s socks off!” You giggled.

  He smiled at you over the phone before Tae came to tell him that they’re leaving. “Well I have to go..” he trailed off.

  “Good luck.” You said.

  “You’re my luck, Y/N” he said, letting out a breath.

  Jungkook had to nudge Jimin in the side for Jimin to come back to his senses. He looked around to see that they were all looking at him. He took a deep breath and stepped up to the microphone.

  “Um, I’m sure that the others had already thanked everyone they needed to thank. I want to, of course, dedicate this award to Army, and thank you all for everything you all have done,” he smiled at the loud roar of cheers. “Over the years, over all the award shows we’ve attended and all the awards we have won, I have thanked many people. From my family, to my teachers, to our managers, our producers, the rest of the staff and Bang PD, and of course, my brothers,” he glanced at BTS who were all smiling at him, “but there’s one person I have yet to thank, and they probably are the one person that deserves it the most.” He took a deep breath. He wasn’t nervous of Army’s reaction, they already knew you existed. You had joined him for many V-Lives, made appearances with him at a few award shows and parties, and even sang a cover with him. No, he was more nervous about getting his point across.

  “Y/N,” he said, smiling at the uproar of cheers from his fans at your name, “you have always been present and a part of my life for the past twenty years. I still remember when we were five and six and we bonded over our shared love of pirates when I came to greet you to the neighborhood for the first time.” He chuckled, letting out a few tears. He was emotional, to say the least. “You’ve always been there to support me in absolutely every journey I have ever encountered and have celebrated with me for every accomplishment I have achieved. You were the one to convince me to audition for BigHit, and you refused to let me quit when things became too rough. I don’t think I could have made it this far without you. I just wanted to say thank you for that, and most of all, thank you for being my best friend.” He ended his little speech, claps and cheers following. Lastly, Namjoon stepped up to the microphone to give his ending speech before they left.

  Jimin’s thoughts however, didn’t leave you. He kept thinking about how you reacted to his speech, dedicated to you. Whether you were crying or squealing in the dressing room backstage. 

  Yes, you were here too. Sitting in the dressing room watching everything. He remembered earlier, before he went on stage to perform.

  “Good luck, Jiminie.” You whispered, holding your pinky out.

  He smiled at you, hooking his finger with yours, “Why need luck when I already have you?”

  He stood there as Namjoon gave his speech. Jimin was deep into his thoughts about you. How you were there for everything, for twenty years, for his wins and his losses, for his crazy life. How he was without a doubt, undeniably, and sickenly in love with you. It appears that it just took him this long to figure out that you had always been there, present in his life, and that he wouldn’t rather have anyone else by his side.

  They started walking back to the dressing room and the boys were all congratulating each other. Staff and other idols were congratulating them as they passed by but they were all a blur to Jimin, as his one goal was to find you. Once he located the dressing room, he took a big breath before opening it and walking in.

  And there you stood, looking at him expectantly, tears streaming down your face. With that first glance towards you also came a rush of confidence. He walked over to you in large strides and slammed his lips onto yours, one hand on your cheek and the other on the back of your neck, pulling you closer to him. It took you a couple seconds to process what was happening, but you started to kiss back, tears still streaming down your face. The boys in the background were wolf-whistling and cheering. Jimin was pretty sure he heard Jungkook yell something along the lines of ‘finally’ but he didn’t care. All he wanted was you, however the need for oxygen was too much and he pulled away slowly. 

  You looked up at him with teary eyes, but your lips curled into a shy smile, kind of like the same smile that you gave him when you two met for the very first time.

  “Hey, Little Luck.” He mumbled, staring into your eyes. His nickname for you was fitting, he had given it to you when he won his first taekwondo match that you went to, just having turned twelve.  

  You giggled, “Hi, Jiminie..” You glanced at the boys and your cheeks turned pink. Your eyes flickered back to him before you let out a breath, “You did it Jiminie. You made history.” You stated, smiling wider.

  He grinned at you, gave you a peck on the lips, and another on your forehead. “Not without you, I couldn’t have.”

  You two stood there for a couple seconds before you pulled away with a raised eyebrow and a mischievous glint in your eye.

  “So is this your confession where you tell me how much you love me and how perfect I am?” You teased, running your fingers through his hair.

  He barked out a laugh and grinned wolfishly at you, “Indeed it is, Little Luck, indeed it is.”

  You laughed with him, “Well I guess it’s only fitting to say that I love you too.” 

  And in this moment, Jimin knew you were going to be there for him for the long run, the rest of his life. Well, he had always known that, but now it just took on a whole new meaning. Not only would you be there as his best friend, but as his lover. And he couldn’t wait to embark on more journeys and adventures with you as his right-hand woman, giving you all the care and love you deserve from all the years of continuous and endless support you provided him. No, he didn’t need any luck in moving on with his life and career, because he already had you. The End.

lilacs | p.jm. (bts)

pairing: jimin x reader

genre: florist au, fluff

word count: 800

warnings: none

summary: jimin has always given you flowers — since he’s the main worker at the florist shop and that’s his job — but he’s never actually given you flowers. until today.

a/n: my friend @euphoria-vmin7 and i were talking about timestamps and florist jimin (because who doesn’t want to talk about florist jimin?) and uhhh somehow this happened and i texted this to her and she was like POST IT so here this is XD i don’t usually write fics for bts and i’m sorry if this sucks, but this is dedicated to you miss rey, thank you for inspiring me 💖💖💖

(also i’m still having tag issues so this is a repost, sorry T^T)

The small flower shop by the beach has always been one of your favorite places to visit. At times you’ve found yourself there, sometimes browsing, occasionally buying, but often talking to the lovely florist with the chocolatey brown hair.

He had told you his name was Jimin, and ever since the first time you’ve set foot in his shop, he’s always been helpful in suggesting flowers for whatever occasion you bring to him. He also seems to have a special talent for assembling bouquets — never overdone yet never lacking, and every single flower is arranged perfectly, not a petal out of place.

Yet one day you come to him in distress, longing to be comforted by the warm glow of the late afternoon sun and the boy who now occupies a rather large space in your heart. In a few months, all your closest friends since childhood will be moving to universities, while you have chosen to stay in the same town you grew up in.

You tell him none of this, but he notices your expression and wordlessly brings out a bouquet from behind the counter. How did he make it so soon after you walked through the door?

Unless… he had started it earlier…

And he gives it to you, a textured array of purples and pinks. “What’s this?” you ask.

“It’s for you,” he says, the tips of his ears turning red. “I — I’ve been meaning to make you one for a while.”

You gently touch one of the larger flowers, the petals feeling velvety under your fingers. “For… me?”

“Yeah,” he says, hoping you don’t notice how flustered he’s getting.

Knowing Jimin, he was a flower expert and never added anything without first giving it a great deal of thought. “What do they mean?” you ask, the plastic wrap crinkling loudly in the small shop as you lower it and gaze up at him.

He feigns innocence. “What does what mean?”

“The flowers, what do they represent?”

“Oh, um…” He bites his bottom lip nervously and gestures to the pink flowers. “These are peonies. They represent prosperity, compassion, and sometimes shyness.” Hmm, now that he mentions it, you are starting to feel a bit shy in his presence. Maybe he’s right about that last part.

“And these, uh…” He points to the small flowers that are a darker shade of purple. “These magenta ones are lilacs. They symbolize passion, and — and I remember you told me about your passion for music and dance… so that’s why I added them. Mmhm.”

But you realize that the entire time, he hasn’t yet mentioned the lighter purple flowers — a different kind of lilac, since they look similar to the ones he’s just described. They’re the most abundant in the bouquet, but he hasn’t explained them yet. Almost as if he’s been avoiding bringing it up.

“And what are these ones?” You hold up one of the buds with a lifted finger.

“Um…” He visibly swallows, and he immediately realizes that maybe he’s made a mistake in giving this to you. “Umm…”

You wait patiently for his answer, which he eventually delivers. “Theymeanfirstlove,” he says quickly, his cheeks flushing.

You lean forward to hear better. “What was that?”

“They — they mean… first love,” he mumbles. “And so do the rest of them,” he confesses. “They all mean — they mean love.” And he glances up to see your reaction, only to find that your face is just as red as his. “Y-yeah,” he finishes awkwardly and looks away. “Sorry…”

“Sorry?” You stare at him in awe. “Jimin, this is — this is really sweet of you, thank you.” You hand it back to him, careful not to mess up the bouquet, and that’s when Jimin knows that he’s made a huge mistake. He’s ruined it, hasn’t he, he’s ruined his friendship with you, and he’s —

“For you too,” you say, trying to stare at anything else that isn’t him out of embarrassment. “I — I mean all of those things, too, Jimin.”

His mouth forms an “O” shape and his eyes widen. “So… you’re saying… you feel the same w—”

His words are abruptly cut off by the sensation of your lips to his cheek. “Yeah,” you say shyly as you step back. “Yeah, I do.”

“Then is it okay if I —” He stops, glancing between your irises for any sign of permission. He finds it in the way your eyes crinkle as you smile, and takes that as his cue to lean forwards and press his plush lips against yours.

As sunlight ventures into the shop through wooden blinds, the beams dance over your back and the collar of Jimin’s shirt, illuminating the room with the final light of the day and the first light for the two of you.