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Behind The Mask//PJM (2/3)

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Stylist + Enemies AU

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I'm weak for the enemies to lovers trope so do that lol Jimin x Y/n An Idol AU where Y/n is Jimin's makeup artist and they hate each other (you can decide why) A title idea could be "Behind his Mask"

PLEASE I just read through it all again and this whole thing is so chaotic I don't even know what I'm doing

This might sound dumb but this is one of my favourite oneshots because it's so crackheaded

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You yawned and walked backstage. Most of the members were already there and they greeted you warmly, making you smile.

You hadn't seen them for a while. They didn't have many performances in the past few days and you also worked for the other artists in Bighit. It was nice seeing them after so long.

"Hi~" Someone wrapped their arms around you from behind, resting their chin on your shoulder.

"What the-"

You pushed him off lightly, turning around to face none other than the Park Jimin.

"Come on," he pouted. "Aren't we dating now?"

"That's what the world thinks, unfortunately." You sighed and turned around.

"Why are you acting like that's a bad thing?"

"Because you're going to keep annoying me."

"Correct." He winked at you and sat down in his chair, spinning around in it.

You stopped the chair and made him face towards the mirror. He frowned, tapping his hands on the desk.

"You're energetic today."

"Mhm."

"Any reason?"

"Because I got to see you after so long."

You poked him with the brush, making him scowl. "Talk again and I'll make sure your makeup is ruined."

"You wouldn't. You have too much pride to do that," he laughed.

Godammit he was right.

After the performance he came backstage and immediately ran towards you. He pulled you into a hug, squeezing you. Ignoring your heart (which annoyingly felt like it was going to burst) you decided to lead with a good old observation.

"AGH you're sweaty." You words were muffled into his shirt.

"I know."

"Stop being weird," you muttered, pulling yourself away and trying to hide your flustered face. "Why are you being nice all of a sudden."

"I was always nice. You were the asshole."

"As if."

He smiled, then looked around to check if anyone was watching. Grabbing your wrist, he pulled you out the door.

"Hey-"

"Shh I wanna ask you something."

He ran down the hallway, looking for some place you could talk without being interrupted.

"This place is fine," he muttered, opening a closet.

"Hell no."

"Get in before anybody sees."

"I refuse-"

Two minutes later you were both huddled in the closet. You were glaring at him but he didn't seem to notice.

"What was so secret that you had to shove me into a closet?"

"Uhm..."

"What?"

"I just wanted to... show you this... without anyone else seeing. The others would make fun of me."

"What is it?"

He pulled out his phone and slowly turned the screen towards you. It was his texts with his mother.

Mom: You have a girlfriend!?

Mom: Park Jimin how dare you not tell me

Mom: I'm disowning you

You: Mom???

You: You can't disown me

Mom: Try me

You: Mom wait

You: What if I told you she's not actually my girlfriend?

Mom: My son???

Mom: Using some poor girl for clout??

Mom: No

You: What do you mean no??

Mom: I want to meet her

Mom: I haven't seen Y/n in so long

Mom: She was always so sweet

You: SHE TRIED TO KILL ME

You: And how did you know it was Y/n?

Mom: You deserved it

Mom: You were an idiot child

Mom: And honey

Mom: I've been hearing rants about Y/n since the day you started school

Mom: I know who she is

You: This whole thing is fake

You: She's not my girlfriend

Mom: You can't deny love, Jimin

Mom: I want to meet her

You: Mom p l e a s e

"You used to rant about me?" You asked him, amused.

He snatched the phone away, annoyed. "You weren't supposed to read that far."

"Why are we in a closet again?"

"Because if the others heard us talking about this they'd never let me hear the end of it."

"I don't follow. Why?"

"Because... if my mom wants to see you it means she wants us to get married."

"She wants WHAT!?"

Jimin clasped a hand over you mouth, shushing you.

"She's going to get me married the first chance she gets and the others know that," he whispered, not moving away. His hand was still over your mouth and you were way too close in this cramped closet.

You licked his hand, making him shout and pull his hand away.

"Jimin?"

"What."

"You can deal with this on your own."

You opened the closet and stepped out, making sure to lock him inside.

This wasn't your problem. His mother wants him to marry? Good for him. You could grab some popcorn and watch it all happen. "When do you think the janitors will find you?" You asked him, knocking on the door. You received a scream.

Good enough.

You walked away happily, practically skipping down the corridor. He deserved it for acting all sweet earlier.

Five hours later a noticeably dishevelled Jimin slammed open the door to TXT's styling room. All five of the poor boys jumped, swivelling round to stare at Jimin.

"Jimin hyung?" Soobin asked, shocked.

"Somebody told me the witch would be here."

"The witch-?"

Jimin was promptly pushed out by TXT's manager, complaining that they were on a tight schedule and Jimin was interrupting. Jimin waited patiently outside the styling room, not moving until he saw the staff and members come out.

"Y/n's not here," Beomgyu smiled, seeing Jimin.

"Are you kidding me!?" He shouted and walked away, muttering to himself.

Taehyun waited until Jimin had left, then whispered to Beomgyu, "How much did Y/n pay you to dress up as a staff and tell Jimin she'd be here?"

"35 thousand won. Absolutely worth it."

Jimin had pried your address out of a very amused Taehyung, who was probably the second closest to you out of all of them.

He was at your house now, knocking at your door.

He heard a crash and in a few seconds the door was open. You stood there, staring up at him.

"Oh, hi."

"You locked me in a closet."

"So I did."

"For five hours."

"Damn, I thought you'd be there till night." He opened his mouth to shout at you but you interrupted him. "See, I'm very busy right now, so it's best if you go."

"No."

You raised your eyebrow at him and shut the door. He blocked it with his foot.

You kept eye contact with him and smiled. Without breaking your gaze you opened the door wider, then smashed it into his foot, making him yelp. He put one hand on the door and pushed it open, glancing behind you. He momentarily forgot all about being mad at you, and just looked confused as he looked at the mess.

"What have you been doing here?"

You stepped aside so he could see better.

"I was trying to create the ultimate board game by putting them all together, but you surprised me and I toppled them all over."

"This is what you were busy doing?"

"Uhhh yes? Wanna help? I'll let you play."

Jimin thought about it for a second, then stepped in. "We're continuing this conversation afterwards."

"Sure," you smiled, closing the door.

Jimin kneeled on the floor, cringing as the suit he was wearing touched the floor.

"My stylist will kill me if this gets dirty."

"Why are you still wearing that?"

"You locked me in a closet. How was I supposed to change?"

"Right..."

You rushed upstairs and grabbed some clothes from your roommate's room, tossing them into Jimin's arms.

"Clean yourself up, you stink."

"No."

Two minutes later he was back in more comfortable clothes and relatively less stinky. You two got to work, placing all the board games on top of each other, side to side, wherever they would fit. You were trying to create the biggest Monopoly board ever. It wasn't until Jimin pointed out that you didn't have extra stations and stuff that you need in Monopoly that you decided to switch plans.

"Look at this marble," you said, holding one up.

"Hey, didn't you steal that from me in fourth grade!?"

"Not important. We're going to get this baby from there-" you pointed to the top of the stairs, "-to there-" you pointed to kitchen, "-all the way back here. Or wherever it reaches."

"Are you sure you have enough board games and straws?"

You smiled mischievously. "Boy, this isn't even half of them."

You two set to work, cutting straws in half for the marble to travel on. You and your roommate had collected all this random shit for no reason, including straws, papers, post-it-notes belonging to other people, rocks, tapes, silly string cans, empty cans, literally anything you could get your hands on. Now it was all starting to be worth something.

"My roommate is going to be so mad they missed this," you said form the top of the stairs once you two were done.

"You have a roommate? Makes sense. No way you could afford a nice house like this," Jimin said form next to you.

"What, you thought those clothes were mine?"

"Yeah? Now that I think about it there's no way you could have this kind of fashion sense."

"Fuck you. WAIT!" You stopped him from dropping the marble. "We need someone to record this."

"Taehyung?"

"He'll knock it all over accidently."

"Jin? He's flexible, he can dodge the stuff."

"He'll knock it over on purpose."

"Jungkook."

"Jungkook," you nodded.

In a few minutes Jungkook was at your house. He opened the door and you two immediately started shouting for him to stop so he wouldn't knock over the path going in front of the door.

"Woah," he whispered, ducking under it. "What's this?"

"You need to be the cameraman," Jimin said. "Get up here."

Jungkook obliged, taking out his phone. Jimin dropped the marble and you both realised you had made the right choice calling him. He was the only one who could dodge neatly through the mess while recording it perfectly.

Once it was finished he showed you the end result and you and Jimin started screaming, hugging each other.

"WE DID IT!!"

"HELL YEAH WE DID IT!!"

"Hey, I kinda recorded the whole thing," Jungkook pointed out. You told Jungkook he could help himself to the food in the fridge as a thanks, which he was surprisingly satisfied with.

"We did it," you repeated, staring at the mess around you in awe. "I'm not gonna clean this. I'm just- we're gonna live with this."

"A masterpiece," Jimin breathed.

"Masterpiece."

"You guys are still hugging, you know that right?" Jungkook said with a mouth full of burger.

"Hush," Jimin whispered. "It doesn't matter."

For once you were willing to let it happen. So what if you were hugging him? Look at what he had just helped you do.

"I think I'm tearing up," you said, wiping away fake tears.

"What a beautiful sight."

"You guys are insane." Jungkook shook his head, snapping a picture of you two.

"Hush."

The marble ride incident is something that you Jimin boasted about for the rest of the month. Stupid antics pushed aside, you both gushed with pride whenever you saw each other. Jimin had completely forgot about being locked in the closet, which was another bonus (and the reason you kept talking about the marble ride, in hopes that he wouldn't remember)

You two finally shut up about it when Jia threatened to crack your kneecaps, which deeply disturbed the both of you but you weren't going to question it.

So how were things a few month later? Had Jimin, and the rest of the world, finally shut up about you two fake dating?

Haha no

Not even a bit

Jimin still pestered you about it, hugging you and taking your hand randomly. The only reason you hadn't punched him yet was because you didn't want to get fired. You had been lucky the first time, if someone caught you punching Park Jimin, well... game over.

The only good thing was that he was becoming a little more bearable by the day. You two didn't squabble nearly as much, and you sometimes—only sometimes—played along with the fake dating thing. It was fun when you were both joking about it.

Had you been recognized? Twice. Two horrifying times you had been stopped in the street because you were wearing the same clothes you had worn in the video, and fans could recognise you by your chin apparently. Your roommate helped you burn those clothes after the second incident.

Jimin... wasn't all bad? (That still hurt to say) Turns out he could not be an asshole sometimes. You still had no idea why he was so obsessed with the fake dating thing, but you had come up with three conclusions.

1. He's a hopeless romantic

2. He's gone insane

3. He's simply obsessed with you because who isn't? (Most likely this one)

"Y/n?" he asked, coming up behind you backstage.

"Hm?"

"I've got a question."

"Is it to do with you mother and the marriage thing?" You asked. turning around.

"Nah I dealt with that, no thanks to you," he huffed. "Uhm, anyway..."

"Yeah?"

He took something out of his pocket and held it out to you. You looked down at the two movie tickets in his hand then back up to him with narrowed eyes.

"What kind of prank is this?"

"I am offended. Can't a guy take his girlfriend out on a date?"

You turned around and started walking away, but he laughed and grabbed your arm, pulling you back. "Sorry, sorry, I'll stop saying that... for now- UM anyway, I was wondering if you wanted to go to the movies with me?"

"Why?" You stared at him intently, as if his ulterior motives would be pasted on to his eyes.

"Because... uh-"

You looked down at the tickets and snatched them out of his hands, staring at them closely.

"My Little Pony: Equestria Girls." You raised an eyebrow at him, waiting for an explanation.

"I was supposed to go with my niece but she got sick and can't go."

"Okay and where do I come in this?"

"Well, I paid good money for these tickets, right?"

"You're literally a millionaire," you pointed out, sitting down on the sofa.

"Yeah but my niece specifically asked me to go to the movies with someone else instead." He sat down on the sofa next to you. "And she said, and I quote, 'Go with you dumb girlfriend.'"

"Wow. Rude."

"No, it was supposed to be a compliment. She thinks you're dumb for dating me and not someone 'more in your league' or something like that."

"I'm touched but... I've already watched it," you muttered, turning your face away.

"SINCE WHEN DO YOU WATCH MY LITTLE PONY!?" He screamed, jumping off of the sofa.

"SINCE DAY!"

He groaned and grabbed your shoulders. "Y/n, Y/n out of all the movies you could've watched-"

"I never said I wouldn't watch it again. Let's go I wanna see Rainbow Dash."

"I- okay? Which one's Rainbow Dash again?"

You smiled, averting your eyes. "The purple one."

"No she's the blue one you uncultured swine! With the rainbow hair-" Jimin screamed.

"Well this uncultured swine just just exposed your My Little Pony fanboy ass. Let's go."

"It's a date then."

"I'm coming for Spike and Spike only."

"We'll see about that," he smirked, grabbing your hand and leading you out.

An hour later Jimin was hugging you, his head resting on your shoulder. Was this a sweet moment? Not at all, he was laughing uncontrollably. You were doing your best to look disappointed but even you had to crack a smile.

You two had gotten kicked out of the cinema for shouting- ahem- 'obscene remarks' at the screen.

"Jimin, think of all the traumatized children in the cinema," you whispered, biting your lip to stop yourself form saying anything further. It didn't work. "They're going to thinking of you thirsting over-"

"Shhh." He put a hand over your mouth, unable to control his own giggles. "Not out loud."

"What is wrong with you?" You whispered, taking his hand away, trying in vain to hide your smile.

"I didn't mean any of it. I've just always wanted to interrupt a movie at the cinemas."

"Yeah right. Like you don't dream of-"

"Not out loud," he hissed, "If anyone knew I pretended to thirst over a kids show-"

"Pretended, sure."

He winked at you, taking you hand without really thinking.

"What now?"

You casually slipped your hand out of his and patted his shoulder.

"Now we find you a body pillow," you said, walking to you car and getting in the driver's seat.

"I- That actually sounds pretty cool let's do that."

"I'm kidding you pervert, we're getting ice cream."

"How do I know you won't poison me?"

"I really should after what you just did."

"But you won't."

"But I won't."

Eating ice cream and fangirling over My Little Pony with your long-term enemy. That's definitely something you never thought you'd do.

"Y/n, do you still hate me?" He asked out of the blue.

"Uh..."

He smiled, scrunching his nose. "Is that a no?"

"You're not... all bad."

"So you're finally willing to accept me as your boyfriend?"

"Keep trying," you scoffed, shovelling ice cream into you mouth.

"Hey you're finishing all of it!" Jimin whined.

"Why do you think I bought ten more boxes?"

"Can I eat out of my own box?"

"No."

Instead of buying small cups or cones of ice cream like normal people, you two had decided to buy these huge tubs. Now you were sitting on your sofa, squabbling over a box and completely ignoring the show you had started watching on Netflix.

"Y/n?" He asked once more.

"Say one more thing and I'm knocking your teeth out."

"Wow, okay. Rude."

You two finally got back to watching the drama you had left, fighting with each other now and then for another scoop of ice cream.

Finally at night you kicked him out of the house, letting him take your car to drive to his dorms.

The next day Jimin burst open the door to the styling room, alerting everyone that he was here.

"You good?" You asked him, amused.

"You know me, always looking for attention." He fluttered his eyelids, tucking a hand under his chin. "Here are your keys. Your car's outside near the 'no parking' sign."

"Are you kidding me?"

"Nope."

You rolled your eyes and snatched your keys from him, stuffing them into your pocket. "I give you my car and this is how you repay me."

He smiled and sat down in front of the mirror. "There is one way I can repay you, if you want."

"You have my attention." You picked up the makeup brush and started doing his makeup.

"Mario kart at the dorms."

"After the award show?"

"Uh doy."

You narrowed your eyes at him in the mirror. "What's the catch?"

His lips parted into a smile. "You know me too well. The only catch is... well, be my friend. Let's stop with this rivals thing. It's getting tiring."

Hoseok whistled in the next seat over, leaning his elbow on the table and resting his cheek on his fist. "Is this a relationship development I see?"

"Mind your own business," Jimin snapped. "As you can see my friends now are... less than satisfactory," he added, lifting his head to look up at you.

"Stop with the business talk, I'm in."

"You are!?" He swiveled round in his chair, nearly cracking his neck in the process.

"The only friend I have is Jia and I'm 90% percent sure she's getting sick of me. Oh, and I guess my roommate counts."

"Seven years together and I'm still not counted as a friend," Taehyung muttered. "The amount of disrespect-"

"Hush, boy. Oh, and Jimin? You still haven't given back my roommate's clothes."

"Do they want them back?" He asked, turning his chair back around.

"Yeah."

"I'm not giving them."

"It's been two seconds and you're already starting a new rivalry," you scoffed.

He pinched your cheek, amused. "My dear Y/n, life is nothing without drama."

Maybe that was why your heart had suddenly decided to go against all your morals and catch feelings.

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<Previous Part> Behind The Mask//PJM (2/3)

Stylist + Enemies AU

Requested

I'm weak for the enemies to lovers trope so do that lol Jimin x Y/n An Idol AU where Y/n is Jimin's makeup artist and they hate each other (you can decide why) A title idea could be "Behind his Mask"

Yeeee confessssss

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"What's your ideal type?" Jia asked. You wrapped your arms around your pillow, clutching it to your chest and stuffing your face into it.

"Let me think... someone I can have fun with. Someone who can make me laugh and smile and just... make me comfortable around them. Who I'm not afraid to be myself around."

"Wow. You have really low standards."

You laughed and laid down on Jia's bed, staring up at her plain white ceiling. You banged your fist against the wall behind you and watched the plaster crumble and fall onto her bed in flakes.

"This has got to be the most boring sleepover we've ever had," Jia sighed.

"Well then stop asking me about my love life."

"You don't have a love life."

"Exactly, end of conversation."

"Why don't you date your roommate?" Jia asked, perking up. "He's hot."

"Okay wow no, that would be betraying our roomie pact. You can ask him out if you want but he's gay so good luck with that. Besides, you just asked me my ideal type and-"

"Y/n, sweetie, everybody fits into your ideal type. Even that guy who always hangs out around the store."

You held back a smile. "The drunk guy? Who asked me out?"

"Mhm." Jia got up off the floor and flopped onto her bed, tucking her legs under herself.

"What's his name?"

"Mr. Lee."

"Full name, dumbass."

"Lee Jaesook, jeez."

"Maybe I'll just date him."

"He's 50 and never not drunk."

"Fifty!? He must have been hella drunk to ask me out."

Jia sighed. "Yeah and bonus? He's a creep."

You both fell silent. Your gaze stayed fixed on the ceiling. One of your hands was fumbling with your sleeve, twisting round a frayed string. You rubbed your eyes sleepily. "I need a sugar daddy," you muttered. Jia bit her lip, holding back a laugh. Should she say it? Probably no-

"Why don't you ask Jimin?" Never mind, she said it.

You kicked her arm, groaning. "Can you shut up?"

"No." She lay down next to you, propping herself up on her elbow. "You two are practically dating anyway, just make it official and call him your sugar daddy."

"We are not."

"Are you sure? He always holds your hand and stuff. And hugs you. And I'm pretty sure he kissed your cheek that one time. And your lips-"

"That's his problem. The world thinks we're dating so he acts like we're dating, but it's all for fun. I still hate him."

"Mmmm but aren't you two friends now?"

"I guess?"

"So doesn't that fit into your horrible ideal type? 'Someone you can have fun with'," she laughed, dodging your kick, "'Someone you can be yourself around', he's the whole package!"

"Shut up!"

"Y/n, Y/n he's rich. Marry him, have babies, I don't care just get your sugar daddy-"

"Jia..." you whined, pushing her.

"Sorry, sorry," she laughed. She grabbed your arms to stop herself from falling off the bed and buried her face in your shoulder. "I'll stop teasing you on one condition."

"What?"

"If you two get married you're naming your baby after me."

"JIA-"

You walked into the staff breakroom, linking your hands together and stretching them out before you. Jia had decided to go to the grocery store before coming so you had arrived at the company alone. You closed your eyes, rubbing your forehead. You had woken up with a piercing headache that had yet to subside.

Someone ran forwards and flung their arms around you, knocking you back. You tripped over your feet and fell backwards. Whoever it was caught you and pulled you into an even tighter hug.

"Careful," they whispered, brushing their lips against your ear.

"You're the one who knocked me over, Jimin." You looked around. Thankfully there was no one else here to witness him catching you like that. Breaking out of the hug, your hand travelled to your head again. You tugged at your hair lightly as if that would stop the headache.

"What's wrong?" Jimin asked, the smile immediately wiped off of his face.

"Nothing, I just have a headache."

"It looks bad..."

"I'm fine." You turned around to walk out but he caught your arm, lightly pulling you back.

"You're obviously not. Is there anything I can do to help?"

"Not really," you sighed.

He frowned, letting go of your arm. You both walked to the styling room together, not really sure what to say. This would be their last performance for a while, so reminding yourself of that every two minutes you somehow convinced yourself to power through the day despite your headache.

Jimin opened the door and you were both immediately met by shouting. It looked like Jungkook had pissed of Seokjin again. You winced, grabbing your head again.

"You know you can go home, right?" Jimin whispered.

"Are you kidding? I'm not going to get to see you for another few months, I'm not missing it." All. You had forgot the word 'all'.

'I'm not going to get to see you all for another few months' was what you meant to say. If Jimin knew that maybe he wouldn't have choked on his own spit.

"You good?" you asked, watching him bang his fist on his chest, coughing roughly.

"I'm fine," he wheezed, turning away. His cheeks were dusted pink, from the coughing or his heart he didn't know.

You both stepped inside, shutting the door behind you.

After the performance Jimin found you near the closet where you had locked him. He watched you bring your foot back and smash it into the wall. He flinched, sure he heard a crack. You stood on the spot, hopping with your now injured foot.

"What were you doing?" Jimin asked, whispering, not because he was trying to stay quiet because of your headache but simply because he was marveling how stupid you could be.

"I was proving—or rather disproving—a theory," you answered, wincing as you tried to place your injured foot on the ground.

"Which is?"

"If I smash my toe into the wall as hard as possible it'll hurt, right?"

"Uh... I haven't recently smashed my toe into a wall but seeing your face I'm guessing it... hurts?"

"You bet it does, it hurts like hell. SO according to like Newton's fifth law or something if one part of you hurts, let's say your head, if you hurt your foot it'll cancel out the pain from your head because all your attention will be directed to pain in your foot."

"Pretty sure that's not Newton's fifth law..."

"Really? Well it's fake anyway."

"Uh... do you need a ride home?" Jimin shuffled his feet together. "I know where you live and everything so... you know-"

"It's fine," you smiled. "I'll walk. It'll probably be good for my head anyway."

"Okay, just... be careful."

"I'm not a child, Jimin," you scoffed.

"You literally just disproved a law that didn't even exist. Are you sure you're not a child?"

You walked down the sidewalk, stopping at the zebra crossing. You looked up at the light, waiting for it to turn green so you could cross. Your hands were in your pockets and you were bobbing up and down on your heels. You had been right, being outside had helped ease your headache.

You frowned slightly, thinking about the boys, namely BTS. You wouldn't see them for a while now that their promotions were over. You didn't want to disturb them while they were resting so you couldn't call them whenever you wanted. Besides, it would be weird seeing a staff member so close to them.

The light turned green and you started walking down the crosswalk. You didn't hear the tires screeching and before you knew it you felt the air being knocked out of your lungs. You were thrown onto the road gasping for breath. Your couldn't move your leg, you just couldn't move it. You looked down, and before you knew it you heard screaming. It took you a couple of seconds to realize the scream was coming from you.

A week later, Jimin flopped down on his bed, turning his phone on. Clicking on his messages, he started mindlessly scrolling through. He paused, seeing that Y/n was online. He hadn't seen her for a week, she wouldn't mind if he called her, right? His thumb hovered over the call button as he weighed through the pros and cons in his mind. He decided not to. It would be weird and-

He dropped his phone, fumbling to catch it before it hit his face. Somehow he managed to hit the call button and next thing you know he had thrown the phone into the wall, waiting for Y/n to either pick or decline the call.

He heard a small click and scrambled for the phone, putting it to his ear.

"Hello? Y/n!?"

"Uh... yeah? What'd you call for?"

"Honestly... I don't know," he whispered, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.

"...did you burn down the dorms?"

"What!? No, why would I-" He sighed. "Can we just have a normal conversation for once?"

"Sure?"

"How have you been?" Jimin sat down on his bed, leaning back on one hand.

"I mean my roommate ditched me which sucks since I'm not supposed to be walking but otherwise it's all good."

"...how am I supposed to answer that? Wait YOU CAN'T WALK!?"

"Yeah my leg's broken."

Jimin's eyes widened. He froze, trying to make sense of what he had heard. Her leg was broken!?

"And you say that so calmly!?"

"Well it's been a week so the shock's kinda gone I guess."

"Y/N!! I'm coming over."

"What the fuck no-"

Jimin hanged up and jumped off of his bed. If her stupid roommate ditched her somebody had to take care of her. It wasn't that he wanted to, he was just being a responsible citizen.

In record time he was at your house, knocking on the door. Nobody answered so he tried ringing the bell. Still no answer.

His phone started dinging furiously, buzzing in his back pocket. He took it out, looking at his notifications.

[(2) messages from Biatch]

Biatch: Oi dumbass

Biatch: I can't walk, remember?

You: Ah...

Biatch: 'Ah' indeed

Biatch: I've got to admit I never thought you would be this dumb

You: So how do I get in?

You: Do you have a spare key or something?

Biatch: Creep

You: just let me in

Biatch: If I get kidnapped I'm telling Jia to blame it on you

You: Cool

You: now do you have a spare key or not?

Biatch: There's a purple rock in the garden

You: Use it to smash the window?

Biatch: I was gonna say there's a key under it but sure

Jimin contemplated smashing the window in and jumping through, but if he did that he would have a lot of explaining to do. He smiled, already imagining the headlines.

[Deranged idol breaks into girlfriend's house]

He found the key and opened the door, stepping into the house. He had to admit, he was slightly disappointed to see the marble run had been cleared up, but in all honesty he didn't know what he had expected.

"Over here." He heard a voice from the living room.

Y/n was sitting on the sofa, looking up at Jimin.

"Hello."

"Hi," Jimin smiled.

"So why'd your roommate ditch you?" Jimin asked, adjusting his legs so he wouldn't hurt your broken one.

Right now you two were sitting on opposite sides of the sofa, your legs tangled together.

"That was a joke," you explained, smiling sheepishly. "Some family business came up. He was going to stay but I told him to go."

"Wait wait wait your roommate's a guy!?" Jimin sat up straighter, leaning in.

"Yes?"

"Why didn't you tell me!?" he whined.

"Why didn't you know?"

He frowned, leaning back and folding his arms. "Show me a picture of him."

"Jeez..." you took out your phone, going into your gallery. "Um... here." You turned your phone towards Jimin, leaving him in shock.

"The guy with the blue hair?"

"Yeah."

"He's..." he didn't know how to say it.

"Hot, yeah, I hear that a lot."

Jimin nodded, still staring at the picture.

"Stop drooling over my friend!"

"I'm not! I only have eyes for you," he added, winking.

"Yeah right," you scoffed, unable to hide the smile creeping up on your face.

"So how has it been all alone?" He asked, nudging you with his foot.

"Lonely. Jia comes over when she can but otherwise there's no one to hug."

"Clingy much?"

You frowned, tugging at your sleeves.

"I'll hug you," Jimin said.

You looked across to him, nudging him with your own foot. "Are you sure? I'm clingy."

"So am I."

Two minutes later you were cuddling on the sofa. Your head was buried in his chest, mainly so you wouldn't have to face him.

"Y/n?" He whispered, tucking your head under his chin.

"Hm?"

He bit his lip, hesitant. "You know this... fake relationship?" He drew in a deep breath and lowered his voice to a whisper. "What if we made it real?"

"What?" It came so suddenly you didn't know what to say. You hadn't expected him to confess so suddenly like that. You hadn't expected him to confess at all.​​​​​​

"It's just-" Jimin removed his head from the top of yours and looked down, lifting your chin up to look at him. "-the past few months have been some of the best of my life."

"You're exaggerating."

"Okay, true, but... isn't this so much better than being enemies? At first I was just happy to be friends but now I can't imagine calling anyone else my girlfriend. Whenever I think of who I'm going to spend the rest of my life with... you're the first person who comes to mind. I can't stop thinking about you... every single day I find myself wondering what you're doing, how you've been, whether you're okay. I don't know what you've done to me but I smile more around you, and my heart—God, it feels like it'll pump itself right out of my chest."

"Jimin..."

"Please, listen to me before you say anything. Just- just let me explain. I promise I'm not messing with you." His eyes remained locked with yours. "I've lived my whole life with you and I can't imagine it with anyone else."

He was reading your mind. He had to be. There was no way he had been having the exact same thoughts as you these past few days, there was just no way...

"I know we barely became 'friends' a few weeks ago, but if you want I'll wait. I'll wait until your realize I mean every bit of what I'm saying. We can work this through as we go, I just... I just want to know if you feel the same way."

He bit his lip nervously, waiting for an answer. You were lost for words. What were you supposed to say?

"Jimin- Jimin you lovestruck idiot what have you done to my heart?" You whispered, burying your face in his collar. He looked confused for a second, then his eyes widened, realizing what you meant. "I love you too." That was the cherry on top.

He leaned forward and kissed you, just a light peck. His eyes met yours and you barely had time to blink before you felt his lips collide with yours again, and this time they stayed there. He wrapped his arm around you and grabbed a fistful of your shirt, pulling you closer almost aggressively. You let yourself melt into his arms, closing your eyes and tilting your head forward. Your hand travelled up his back and into his hair, entangling your fingers in it. You gave his hair a little tug and he pulled you impossibly close, unwilling to let go of you. You had to push away, gasping for breath.

"Who said I wasn't a good kisser?" he muttered, kissing your jaw.

Your cheeks felt hot, you could already feel the blush creeping up from your neck. You buried your face into his shirt, holding tightly onto his sleeve.

"You're not this shy when you're dissing me." He twisted a strand of your hair between his fingers, lightly tugging at it when you still didn't look up after a few minutes. "Are you dead?"

"Jimin, I'm sorry," you whispered, you voice shaking. Really, you were holding back a laugh, but to him it sounded like you were crying.

"What's wrong?" He asked, panicking. he lifted your chin up so he could see your face better.

"I- um... Jia kept telling me we were going to end up married and I told her she was crazy, so we made a bet. And now if we ever get married we have to name our daughter after Jia."

"You're kidding!" Jimin whined, letting go of your chin. "I'm not naming my daughter after that troll."

"I'll tell her you said that."

"Tell her she's also a huge git."

"I will." You smiled and turned over, trying to sit up.

"Hey hey hey what are you doing?"

"Sitting up...?"

"No." Jimin pulled you back down, wrapping both his arms and legs around you. "Can we just stay like this? Every time we see each other we always fight or tease each other. Can't we just..."

"Clingy much?" you teased, kissing his nose.

If somebody had told you when you were a kid that you would end up falling in love with Jimin, you would've hidden tarantulas in their lunch box. Even now you were still in awe, wondering how you had managed to fallen in love with Park Jimin.

Your boyfriend.

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