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better || four
summary: you try to figure out your feelings as things get out of hand at jimin’s birthday party
word count: 4,472
genre: bestfriend!jimin, college!au, bestfriends to lovers!au - fluff/slow burn angst
one || two || three || four
“No freaking way! You’re lying! You and Jimin actually kissed last night?!” Tiffany shouted as you got into the passenger pick up lane to pick up your cousin, Taehyung from the airport. “I called it!”
“Yes, Tiffany, will you please shout it louder, so the whole city can know I kissed my best friend?” You sarcastically remarked as you slowed down once you saw Taehyung. It wasn’t hard to spot him. He was wearing brown khakis with a green and black striped t-shirt, and his brown hair was even more curly than you remembered. “It just kind of happened.”
“How does kissing your best friend ‘just kind of happen?’ Did his mouth just fall onto yours? Was his lips just pressed onto yours for warmth?” She asked with a loud mocking tone, trying to use your own words against you. “It happened because you guys both wanted to and finally realized it.”
“Realized what?” Taehyung opened the trunk of your car to put his metallic suitcase in. “Do you need help, Tae?”
He scoffed. “Thanks for asking once I put my suitcase in.”
As he closed the trunk, you whispered to Tiffany, “Do not say anything to him!”
Taehyung opened the car door, and before he could even get into his seat, Tiffany spilled your fair adventure with Jimin to him. His eyes widened at her sudden rambling, and he quickly shut the door. “You and Jimin did what now?”
You gave Tiffany a dirty look before you started driving out of the airport. “And you wonder why I don’t tell you anything.”
“I’m sorry! I couldn’t help it. This had to be shared!”
“Wait, are we talking about the same Jimin? The same Jimin as in our best friend? Jessica is okay with her boyfriend kissing other girls?” Taehyung asked, buckling his seat belt. “There’s no way he cheated on her! He would have told me!”
“I like how you say ‘oh there’s no way he could cheat on her’ because he didn’t tell you. Not ‘oh there’s no way he could cheat on her because of the common decency and respect he has.’” Groaning, you listened to Tiffany ramble again. “They broke up two days ago before the whole fair thing because Jimin and Y/N went to look at wedding dresses-”
“You did what now?” Taehyung shouted, interrupting Tiffany. “Why did you go look at wedding dresses? With Jimin?!”
“Jimin found out that Jin and Y/N hooked up and got mad-”
“He found out?!” Taehyung raised his voice again. “What happened?”
“Do you want to hear the story or not?!” Tiffany shouted at him, startling you to jerk to the side a little. A car honked when your car accidentally got close to theirs.
He sighed. “I’m sorry. Please continue, Tiffany.”
“To make it up to her, he decided to take her shopping and thought it would be fun or funny to look at wedding dresses. As she tried them on, Jimin stared at her because you know, your cousin is so hot-”
“Um...” Taehyung mumbled under his breath, not questioning Tiffany.
“And he almost kissed her, but he stopped because Jessica called him.” Tiffany took a quick, but deep breath to continue the story. She was telling the story in a speed where anyone could barely understand her.
“Jimin then realized he forgotten about his girlfriend and his five month anniversary, so he left your dear cousin alone in the wedding dress store to run to his girlfriend to only have her dump him. He then took Y/N to that ice cream shop back home and then the fair, telling her that he wasn’t going to kiss her at the wedding shop, but he then later kissed her at the fair.”
“Ouch.” Looking in the rear view mirror, you noticed Taehyung was wincing and shaking his head throughout the entire thing. “You’re telling me this all happened when I was gone? Is this kind of a sick joke? Am I being pranked right now?”
“Actually it all happened in a span of four days,” Tiffany corrected. “Nothing exciting between those two happened until now. If you had came back a little earlier, you would have seen it. Or maybe it wouldn’t have had happened at all. Or maybe it could have ended with them having sex!”
“And thank you for that very detailed, helpful and unnecessary recap,” you deadpanned. “I’m sure Taehyung is now caught up and very confused.”
Having a blank expression on his face, he blinked. “I’m not confused but I’m sure you are, huh?”
“I don’t know,” you said.
His eyes narrowed. “Do you like him now?”
“I don’t know.”
“But Tae, we can agree that Jimin likes her, right?” Tiffany asked happily; she was practically living the dream. Somehow, she managed to become the biggest shipper of you and Jimin. “There’s no waayyy he doesn’t.”
“He said he doesn’t!” You argued. “Tae, back me up.”
Your jaw dropped as Taehyung tilted his head, trying to think. He was hesitating to answer and scratched the back of his neck. “I actually don’t know either.”
“See!” Tiffany gawked, crossing her arms. “He knows, but he doesn’t want to say it.”
“I really don’t know,” he said. “I don’t want to give you false hope or anything, like, he hasn’t told me anything. I mean, from what I know, you two are best friends, and Jimin might just be...lonely from the break up and me being away? Perhaps, lonely isn’t the right word, but he always said he didn’t like you like that.”
“But...” Tiffany pressured him to go on.
“Maybe there’s no but!” You snapped at Tiffany.
“There’s a but,” Taehyung said much to your dismay. You could feel his eyes trying to stare at yours through the mirror, but you focused on the road and cars around you. “I think he has liked you the whole time. He’s just realizing it.”
“Why would you think he has liked me this whol-” Taehyung cut you off.
“Jimin stayed because of you.”
You wanted to slam on the brakes and give everyone whiplash; maybe then they’ll feel the pain you were feeling at that moment. Instead, you clenched the steering wheel, focused on the road and kept driving.
The car was suddenly silent. Everyone stopped talking at once and breathed silently. It seemed like everyone’s heart had stopped beating. The only thing that could be heard were the cars driving and moving around you. At least between and Taehyung, too many thoughts and possibilities ran through your minds.
“Am I not understanding something? What is he talking about?” Tiffany asked you, not reading the room. “What do you mean he stayed? What was he going to leave for?”
“He was supposed to go to Japan with Taehyung,” you said in a low voice.
You remembered when Taehyung told you. It was about three months ago, two weeks before he left. You were at his dorm, playing Mario Party with Jimin as Jin played computer games in his room. Taehyung had walked in around midnight with grocery bags. He was silent at first, but still managed to tell you the news of his trip that night.
“Hey,” you said while focusing on the TV screen in front of you. You were in the middle of the couch; Taehyung sat on the right side and Jimin sat on the left side.
“It’s official! I’m going abroad for a few weeks for my work course class,” Taehyung said. “It’s in Japan.”
“Japan?!” Pausing the game, your eyes widened in shock. Squealing, you wrapped your arms around your cousin. He chuckled and hugged you back with the same eagerness. “Tae, that’s amazing. When do you go?”
“In a couple of weeks,” he replied, pulling away from you. He had the biggest smile on his face. It was the kind of smile that automatically made anyone smile. “Me and Jimin in Toyoko is going to be amazing.”
The color drained out of your face. “What?”
He grimaced once he saw the confused look on your face. He then looked at Jimin. “You didn’t tell her?”
There was this feeling of pain in your chest once you thought about the possibility of not having your best friend around. It was something you never felt before. The thought of Jimin leaving you made you feel uneasy.
As bad as it sound, you knew that you were going to be okay without your cousin. You knew he was going to think about you and come back. He was family. Even if he wanted to leave you, he couldn’t. He was always going to come back to you.
On the other hand, you didn’t know if you were going to be okay if Jimin went to Japan. He was your best friend, and you two were practically inseparable. A part of you would feel lost without him. You wondered if he felt the same: Would he feel lost without you? Would he think about you? Would he choose to come back to you?
Tears were starting to fill your eyes.
You turned your head to Jimin. He was sitting on the opposite side of you, and he had already been staring at you. There was a blank expression on his face as he waited for your reaction. “You’re leaving too?”
“No, no, no,” he denied quickly. Sadness overtook his face once he realized you were crying. Grabbing your hand, he squeezed it to give you reassurance. “I was considering it, but honestly, I didn’t really want to. Plus it couldn’t even fit in my schedule.”
“But-” Not letting you finish your sentence, he pulled you into a hug. You buried your face into his chest and had your tears stain his dark grey cotton t-shirt. You knew Jimin hated seeing you sad, but you couldn’t help it. “I was so scared.”
"Sweetheart, I’m not going anywhere,” he whispered into your ear, quiet enough for only you to hear it. Jimin knew how to calm you down better than everyone else. He rubbed your back and held you so tightly. His touch gave you reassurance and made you feel safe. “I’m staying here with you.”
“When he hugged you, he looked me in the eye and mouthed ‘I’m staying for her.’ And he did. He stayed for you.”
You felt too many feelings all at once. You felt guilty for being the reason he gave up an opportunity. You felt selfish for not encouraging him to go; you should have been happy for him. You felt like you were a terrible best friend. Were you really the reason why he stayed?
Tiffany read you easily and knew you were not at ease. She nervously scoffed, thinking of an excuse to calm you down. “We don’t know that. Her could have meant a lot of things, like, his mom or even Jessica! They were dating at this time.”
“Jimin wanted to break up with Jessica.” Finally you slammed on the brakes and everyone came forward, hitting their head on something. “Ouch! What the hell?!”
“What?!” Tiffany shouted, not caring about the pain she was feeling in her head.
“He didn’t tell me that,” you argued.
“Well, he told me.” Taehyung shrugged, acting like this whole reveal was nothing special. “It’s not like he was trying to hook up with girls in Japan or something like that, but they were going through a rough patch and he was just tired of it.”
“A rough patch? What could have they gone through? They literally were together all the time unless he was with-” Tiffany’s eyes widened in realization. She gasped. “They were fighting over Y/N.”
“I’m sorry, what?” A car behind you honked their horn at you.
“You should drive. We’re holding traffic,” Taehyung said. “Plus I’m trying to go home to get ready for the party tonight.”
“Is this true?” You started driving again.
“Think about it, Y/N,” Tiffany said. “It had to be about you.”
You sighed and rolled your eyes.
There was nothing to think about. Jessica couldn’t possibly fight about you when she didn’t even know you at all. You two had never once hung out or even had a proper decent conversation. Whenever she saw you with your best friend, she would take him away and leave you alone. Jimin always suggested the idea of the three of you hanging out, but she always denied. She also denied all the times Jimin invited her to hang out with you and the boys and always went home early once you started hanging out with them.
It was like she didn’t even want to be in the same room with you.
“Oh my god.” You quickly facepalmed yourself before focusing on the road again. “She was jealous of my friendship with Jimin.”
“Bro code,” Taehyung said. “I can’t confirm or deny.”
“Bitch, y’all are family! Just tell us!” Tiffany begged. “I am tired of this!”
“Are we there yet?” He asked. “I suddenly can’t be here anymore. I have to feed my cactus.”
She scoffed at Taehyung. “All men do is lie.”
___
“Hey, I was looking for you.” Feeling a pair of arms wrapped around your waist, you turned your head to Jimin behind you. He smiled at you before kissing your cheek.
“Hey, happy birthday.” Although Jimin did this all the time, you felt different. There was a tingly feeling growing in your abdomen, and your knees felt like they were giving up, about to fall to the floor. He kissed your cheek once more, making you giggle. “You look good.”
“Thanks, I guess.” You laughed at his comment, not understanding how he managed to like your black tube top and camo sweats. “You look good too.”
He was wearing a white long-sleeve button up tucked into his black skinny jeans. His hair was now dyed lighter to a brown. He had always looked good, but there was just something about him tonight that made your heart flutter.
“How much did you have to drink already?” You asked.
He puffed his cheeks out and shook his head. “Haven’t had anything. And you?”
“I’ll be right back,” Namjoon, whom you were talking to before Jimin came, excused himself. Before you could tell him to stay, he already went to the kitchen where everyone else was socializing and getting drinks from.
“I haven’t had anything either.”
His grip on your waist tightened. “Do you want a drink? Water? Chips? Food?”
“Not right now. Maybe later.” Jimin pecked your cheek again. He let go of you once you turned around to face him. “What’s up with you, brat?”
“I haven’t seen you all day, and I wanted to talk to my best friend,” he answered over the loud blaring music around you. “Is there something so wrong with that?”
You raised your eyebrows. He was using the tone he used when he wanted something; you knew him too well. “What do you want?”
"Nothing,” he lied, biting his lower lip.
“When are you going to realize I know your tell?” Jimin laughed at your comment. “Did you want me to cancel the strippers Tae ordered? Because I don’t think I can do that.”
“The what?!” The smile on his face disappeared as terror took over his face.
“Why are you surprised? He’s been doing this since we started uni four years ago.” And every time it happens, it just gets worse and worse. Every year, you think to yourself ‘it can’t be as terrible as last year’ but somehow it always does.
“Give me a warning when they come, so I can hide from the whole thing. I am telling you everyone enjoys it way more than I do.” He shook his head. “I don’t think I can handle it this year.”
“Why not?”
“I rather have y-”
“And that’s where I stop you, bud.” You rolled your eyes. “What do you really want then?”
“Wanna get out of here?” He paused, but then continued speaking before you could reproach him. “Just for a little bit, not the whole time. I promise we’ll come back. You know I won’t let the guys’ hard work go to waste.”
“Twenty minutes.”
______
“You know it’s been a while since we’ve left a party sober,” Jimin joked as the both of you walked together on the sidewalk beside each other. He had his hands tucked in the pocket of his black skinny jeans.
“I think we’ve only left sober like three times.” You chuckled as you looked down at the ground. No matter the stride, big or small, you and Jimin always walked in sync with each other. He always found a way to follow the way you walk. “And there were all when I first moved in Taehyung.”
“You know, me and Taehyung thought you were going to be a light weight,” he admitted.
“You’re kidding!” You laughed as you rolled your eyes. “I can’t believe you’re just now telling me this! Why did you guys think that?”
“We didn’t know you had prior experience before coming to parties with us,” Jimin said. “From what I remembered was that you were always a square and taking care of him at family gatherings while he snuck down liquor down his throat.”
“He wouldn’t know because he would always drink early and pass out when I do shots with the rest of the family.”
Jimin laughed. “Can you believe it’s been six years? I didn’t realize it’s been that long since we’ve became friends.”
One of your favorite things in the world was looking and understanding other people’s perspectives and personality; out of all the people you know, you think Jimin’s is your favorite.
No matter what, Jimin always made sure to be the most understanding person ever. He always knew what to say whether it was to cheer you up, comfort you, make you laugh or make you cry; it was very rarely where you were mad from his words or his actions.
When everyone else talked about the time you moved here, everyone just thinks of it of the time you moved in with Taehyung or the time of your mom’s passing, but Jimin, on the other hand, looked at it at a more positive note; he looked at the time as the day you and your friendship started.
Before you could get sidetracked, you had to ask him. “Why didn’t you tell me you wanted to break up with Jessica?”
The smile on his face dropped. “What are you talking about?”
“Right before Taehyung went to Japan. You wanted to break up with her.” Your statement sounded like more of a question.
From the look of his face, you could tell he was hiding something, but he tried to play it off cool. “I mean, we still stayed together, so it didn’t really matter if I wanted to break up with her or not.”
“What?” You asked in disbelief, not understanding his argument. “That’s not the point, like, at all, dude. You lied to me.”
He shrugged his shoulders as if he didn’t have a care in the world. “If you knew why, you would feel bad about yourself, and I rather have you feel mad towards me.”
“Well, I feel bad about myself and am mad at you, so if you wanted that to happen, then good job.” You both stopped in your tracks to look at each other. “You lied to me, Jimin, and now I’m the reason why you and her aren’t together anymore.”
“You shouldn’t feel bad at all.” Jimin shook his head. “I clearly stated that you literally do not do anything wrong, and that we are just best friends. It was her problem that she didn’t get that through her head. It had nothing to do with you.”
“Please don’t tell me you gave her an ultimatum.” You gave Jimin a death glare.
“Deal with our friendship or lose me?” He scoffed. “Of course I did.”
“Jimin!”
“You are more important to me than any relationship. They know you mean a lot to me, and they should know that I’m not going to throw away our friendship for them.”
You couldn’t help but to look down at your feet. You were relieved that Jimin cared about you, but it just confused you even more: did he feel something too?
“What’s wrong?” He put his hands on his shoulders. “Talk to me, Y/N.”
“I just wished you didn’t keep this from me,” you quietly let out. “We don’t keep secrets from each other.”
Jimin chuckled before wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into a gentle hug. He kissed the top of your head and rubbed your back in small circles before using his sweet voice. “I’m sorry. Please don’t be mad at me.”
“You know I’m never mad at you.” He sighed in relief, knowing you had already forgiven him. “Let’s head back before everyone else gets mad.”
As you and Jimin walked back to the party in silence, you couldn’t help but to let your thoughts consume you: no matter what happens, you knew that you would always forgive Jimin; he was your Achilles’ heel.
But you didn’t know if you could forgive him when the time comes and he suddenly realizes someone will be more important than you and your friendship with him. You couldn’t simply be mad at him for living his life without you but you don’t know if you could forgive him when he breaks your heart.
_______
Just by looking at you, Taehyung knew you weren’t okay after coming back from your walk with Jimin. He obviously didn’t know what to say, but he knew he couldn’t stop you from drinking every cup filled with alcohol; he just made sure to look after you.
“Do you want to talk about it?” He asked as the both of you were in the kitchen, next to the keg where everyone was focused, watching the birthday strippers with Jimin.
“What is there to talk about?” You asked before swallowing your drink down.
“Like, I don’t know. Did something happened between the both of you?”
“No.” Your cousin raised his eyebrows at you. “And maybe that’s the problem. Nothing will happen, and I don’t think I’m okay about that.”
“Do you like him then?”
“Yes,” you said in a small voice that you couldn’t even recognized. “Hell, I might even love him and that hurts my heart.”
“Maybe you should tell him,” he suggested as if it was the easiest thing in the world. “Look, I know it’s bothering you now if you’re drinking this much from a walk with him. I already know you’re going to be a mess once the alcohol kicks in, but I can’t imagine when there’s nothing to distract you. That feeling is just going to kill you.”
“And you don’t think it’s going to kill me to risk my friendship when he probably doesn’t feel the same way, Tae?” You snapped.
“Hey, what’s going on?” Yoongi asked with a strange look on his face. The main event must have ended. Everyone was back to socializing with each other and was starting to gather around the kitchen again. “Everything alright?”
“Just peachy,” you answered, taking another sip of your drink. “Do you want to be my partner for beer pong?”
“Not in the mood to play,” Yoongi answered. He turned around, beckoning Jin to come over. “But Jin’s actually looking for a partner to play against Jimin and Jungkook.”
You looked over to Taehyung who shook his head in disapproval. “Sounds perfect.”
“Yeah, what’s up?” Jin asked when he finally reached the three of you.
“Man, good luck,” Taehyung said. “Promise me that you’ll take care of her.”
Jin laughed and promised Taehyung before putting his arm around you and walking over to the dinning room table where Jungkook and Jimin were at the opposite side of the table, setting up the cups. They were both laughing as they tried ridiculous cup formations for the game.
“Are you guys hooking up again?” Jungkook joked as he saw the both of you.
Not understanding his joke, Jimin looked up to what Jungkook was looking at and saw you and Jin. The smile quickly disappeared from his face, and he straighten his posture as he stood next to Jungkook
“Nice joke, but you won’t be laughing when we beat your asses,” Jin taunted as he let go of you.
“I’m not even laughing now,” Jimin retorted.
“Are you okay?” You asked Jimin, scrunching his eyebrows together.
“Let’s just start,” Jungkook said before he could let Jimin answer you.
The alcohol finally hit you like a ton a bricks right as the game started. You were out of it and couldn’t aim properly, missing almost all your shots. Despite the fact that you looked like a whole clown playing against the pros, Jin laughed and reassured you it was okay as he made almost all the shots in.
It was basically a competition between Jin and Jungkook as you and Jimin stood there to drink.
“I think we should stop before Y/N here passes out,” Jin suggested as he bounced the ball on the table. He noticed you gotten a lot more quiet and were slowly drifting your eyes whenever you had the chance.
“She can take care of herself.” Jimin groaned as the ball its way into the cup. He was as drunk as you were. “It’s her decision.”
“Dude, are you okay?” Jungkook asked him as Jimin put the cup down. “You’ve been off your A-game and kind of hostile this entire game.”
“Are you okay?” Jimin asked, ignoring Jungkook. “Do you want to lay down in my room?”
“Can we?” You asked, ready to fall asleep. “I’m a little dizzy or I need a nap.”
Ignoring Jungkook’s questions still, Jimin left Jungkook’s side and stood next to you, putting his hand out. He waited for you to grab it as the both of you walked to his bedroom as the party continued on.
“Do you want to change?” He asked as you headed towards the bed, already getting under the his gray covers. You haven’t been since he started Jessica, and you forgot how much you loved the smell of his fabric soften and him. “Are you sure?”
“Mhm.” Jimin laughed as he got under the covers, laying right next to you with your back facing him. “I’m so tired.”
“I know.” Without asking, he put his arm around you to hold you. “And you looked so good.”
“Hmmm,” you replied as you were drifting to sleep.
“If you gave me the green light, I wouldn’t hold back,” he said. “But I love you so much and I already am content with holding you like this.”
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lowkey not proofread but enjoy confusing bff jimin :)
better || five
summary: you’re sick and tired of playing games, so you tell jimin how you really feel. is the friendship with your best friend now ruined?
word count: 2,280 (i’m so sorry)
genre: bestfriend!jimin, college!au, bestfriends to lovers!au - fluff/angst
one || two || three || four || five
“Happy birthday,” Jimin whispered into your ear, pulling you closer to him as the two of you lay in bed, still a little hangover from last night’s party. He kissed the back of your head, secretly resting his face on your hair. “What do you want to do today?”
Groaning, you opened your eyes, trying to adjust to the sunlight, coming from the windows. “I’m studying all day for my midterm that’s on Monday.”
“You cannot be serious, right? Or are you actually the biggest dork ever?” he teased, making you laugh. “It’s Saturday though. You can study tomorrow all day and celebrate today, Dude.”
“This exam is worth over forty percent of my grade, Dude,” you mocked using the same tone he did. “I haven’t even looked at the study guide yet, and I really am trying to pass the class with an A.”
“But it’s your birthday,” he argued.
Ever since living with Taehyung, you and Jimin usually shared a birthday celebration, but coming to college, you had grown out of celebrating your birthday, so Taehyung would just throw a party for Jimin only and then invited your closest friends to a simple, birthday dinner, ordering cheesecake for dessert the next night.
“And I don’t want anything, especially, when we celebrated your birthday last night.”
“Come on, we should do something,” he whined, still wanting to celebrate your birthday. “Besides, didn’t we also agree to go to Joshua’s party tonight?”
“We?” Turning your head, you raised your eyebrows as you looked at him, correcting him. “I’m pretty sure I said no while you drunkenly promised him that you would be there.”
“I can’t go without my partner in crime,” he said. “Come on, if we go, we get to celebrate for free at Joshua’s.”
Before you could say anything, Jimin’s phone started to ring. With his right arm around you, he searched around and moved his left arm all around, trying to find his phone on the bed, but he eventually let go and sat up once he realized his phone was on the nightstand to his right.
“Why didn’t you answer?” You sat up as well, watching Jimin as he turned the sound off on his phone and put it facing down on the nightstand. “Who was it?”
He shrugged, looking away from his phone to look at you. “It was just my alarm.”
“Wait, your alarm sound is the same sound as your ringtone?”
“It’s supposed to help me wake up faster if I think someone is actually calling me,” he explained, making a good, reasonable point. “But it just makes me hate my ringtone now.”
“Weird.”
He rolled his eyes and changed the subject. “How do I change your mind for tonight?”
“If I can recite my whole study guide to you by 7, we can go.”
“Challenge accepted.” And that’s when Jimin rushed out of bed, opened his dresser, tossing a bunch of clothes onto the ground. Eventually, he tossed a pair of grey sweats onto the bed where you were at and started to change right in front of you.
“Dude?”
“Get dressed,” he instructed.
As you got ready, he went to the kitchen and started the stove, putting an black frying pan on the stove top. He waited for a couple minutes before putting bread onto the pan, trying to make some French Toast.
You sat down at the island, eating the breakfast he prepared as he took a seat next to you, putting his laptop between the two of you. He opened your university’s site, putting all your information in.
“Wait, how do you know my password?”
“Your password is still the same from when I first met you,” he explained, typing away to pull up your study guide. “Why is it still ‘Seoul1411?’”
“Should I just tell you my bank account, so you could just remember and I don’t have to?” You joked.
After you finished eating, you looked through your electronic book online, looking at the parts you needed to study as Jimin started writing on vocabulary terms and definitions on flashcards. He monitored your breaks, taking your phone away and making sure you weren’t distracted from anything. He even took the time to cook more meals.
As you studied, you couldn’t help to notice that Jimin stole glances to at his phone, as if he was waiting it to ring. But if that were the case, he always made sure to decline their call before you could see it ring. Though, there was one time you saw it ring. “Who is it?”
He declined the call and put it faced down on the table. “Those spam dealership callers.”
“Why don’t you block them?” He shrugged, changing the subject by asking you a question from your study guide.
By the time the clock hit seven, Jimin could have taken your test for you and pass with flying colors even though the subject was completely different from his major classes. His brain felt fuzzy from all the studying he did, but he knew how much it meant to you to do this. “How are you feeling for your exam?”
“I think I can do well.” He nodded excitedly. “Let’s just not go too crazy tonight, because I still want to study, starting tomorrow morning.”
“And I will help you,” he promised. “Go home and get ready for tonight, and I’ll meet you at Joshua’s.”
______
“You know the designated drivers aren’t supposed to drink anything at all, right? That’s usually how it works,” you said as you watched Taehyung eye the alcohol on Joshua’s island counter. “Or at least so I think.”
“Ha, ha, so funny,” he deadpanned, rolling his eyes. “I’m surprised to see you here and drinking when I heard you just wanted to study the whole day.”
Shortly after Taehyung and Jimin arrived together, they were pulled aside and cornered by Joshua and his friends to play beer pong, but only Jimin went as he won against Taehyung in rock, paper, scissors on who would be the sober one tonight. Your cousin then found you in the kitchen by yourself.
You shrugged. “I guess I’m surprised too.”
“Did you actually study today, or did more happened?” You playfully pushed him your cousin away. “What?”
“We just studied because nothing is going on between us,” you gritted through your teeth. “We’re just friends. Nothing more, nothing less.”
“Look, Cousin, the last time you said that was literally last night, and you drank so much that I got drunk just from looking at you.” He took a quick look in the direction where Jimin was at, laughing with his friends and then preceded to look back at you. “Whatever is going on between the two of you is your business, but you need to tell him your boundaries or establish what you guys are. Otherwise you’re just going to get hurt or disrespected.”
“And I think that’s my cue for another drink.” You started to pour whatever was in front of you into a red cup, thinking about Taehyung’s words. You knew it was true and that he meant well, but his warning hurt more than you thought it would.
By your fifth cup, Jimin made his way towards you. He smiled, holding back his laugh as you looked at him with your drunken eyes. “Sunshine, are you okay?”
“Why wouldn’t I be?” You slurred your words.
“Let’s take a walk to sober up.”
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It’s like deja vu from yesterday, but this time the both of you are walking around Joshua’s neighbor with Taehyung a few paces behind. He doesn’t the two most important people in his life be drunk and missing if he left the two of you alone on the street.
“Looks like you’re having fun today,” Jimin teased, content with the smile on your face.
“I’m glad we came out today.” It’s been over ten minutes outside, and the cold night definitely woke you out of your state. “I want to dance later.”
“We can do that together.”
Before you could say anything, his phone rang. He took it out of his pocket, and the smile on your face disappeared when you looked at Jimin’s phone screen. All day, you’ve been so blind that you didn’t realize your best friend was lying to you; it wasn’t an automatic machine spamming his phone, it was Jessica. As he stared down at her contact picture, deciding on what to do, you stared at him. In a low voice, you asked, “Why is she calling you?”
Still letting the phone ring, he sighed, refusing to look at you. “We’re in the process of maybe getting back together.”
“What?”
“I need to talk to her and figure all of this out.” Letting go of his hand, all the color in his face left. Jimin tried holding your hand again, but you flinched and took a step back. “Y/N, what’s wrong?”
“What’s wrong?! Are you kidding me?!” You cried, tears streaming down your face. “You’re going back to her!”
Taehyung was right. You should have reemphasize that everything between you was strictly platonic, that there was nothing there, right there and then at the wedding dress shop. This wouldn’t happen if you had done that.
“No, no! That’s not it,” he denied, putting his hands on the side of your arms. The two of you were staring at each other, face to face. “I just need to make things right. I’m going to talk to her now.”
In a small voice, you asked, “And what about me?”
“What do you mean?” He raised his eyebrows, not understanding what you were asking. “What about you?”
You remember the night Tiffany asked you that if there ever came a day where you liked Jimin what would you do. It’s silly to think that you thought you could live with the pain and live next to his side as if nothing was there. You had to know the truth; you couldn’t stay in this seesaw game, not knowing if he truly wanted you. “Do you even care about me?”
“Of course I care about you!” He said with no hesitation. “How could I not care about you, Y/N?”
And deep down, you knew Jimin would do anything for you. If you wanted him to get you a drink from a coffee shop before work, he would get it. If you wanted concert tickets to a sold out show, he’ll find a way to get you those tickets. If he could, he would give you the moon. Of course he fucking cared about you. But what did it exactly mean? How could he treat you like this and then pick someone else to do it with as well?
Now knowing what his lips taste like, you don’t think you could ever share Jimin ever again. “I can’t do this anymore, Jimin.”
He took a gulp. “Do what?”
“You say you don’t want to kiss me, then do. You tell me I mean the world and act like you’re my boyfriend, but then you act like nothing happened between us, like, I am nothing to you,” you said slowly, processing whatever that was coming out of your mouth. “I am nothing to you.”
“Please, baby, I’ll explain everything tomorrow.”
“Don’t call me that!” You think back to Taehyung’s words, how you were being disrespected. “You’re going back to her! It’s clear that I love you, but you used me to try to get over her. You just wanted someone under you.”
“That’s not it! You’re not thinking clearly.” He took his hands off your arms and shook his head. “You’re drunk.”
“I’m not drunk!” You screamed at him, taken back by your own voice. It’s been awhile since you last screamed at your best friend, but it was never like this. “I can’t do this anymore.”
“You can’t do what anymore? Us? Our friendship? You’re giving it all up?”
“I can’t keep my feelings bottled up and be your little secret. One minute you want me and the next you don’t.”
“Of course I want you. You’re my best friend.”
“I can’t be best friends with someone who doesn’t love me back. I can’t. Not anymore.”
“Please don’t do this, Y/N.”
“The thing is, I’m not doing anything,” you sobbed. “Jimin, you’re the only one who makes me happy when I feel like absolute crap. You know how to cheer me up and make me laugh. There isn’t a day I don’t think about you and how you make my life better.”
He doesn’t say anything.
All he had to do was to tell you that he feels the same way, that no one else compares to you, that your existence was the only thing he needed in this world. He knew what you wanted, and he knew you deserved it, yet he gave you an answer; because no answer is an answer.
How ironic that silence is the loudest thing you can hear.
Shaking your head, you took a step back, but end up tripping on your own feet. You expected to hit the ground, but your cousin is there to catch you. “I’m taking her home first and getting you then. We’re not doing this in front of a light pole at 2 in the morning.”
With your arm wrapped around Taehyung, the two of you walked over to his car, parked to the curb. It wasn’t until after opening the passenger door, Jimin finally broke the silence. “You know that I love you, Y/N.”
His heart broke when you look at him with tears flooding your eyes. “Yeah, just not like that.”
better || six
summary: even on the hardest days, jimin comes to the rescue to help you, but you were alone at the end of the day once you realized what you have loss.
word count: 1,546 (i’m so sorry)
genre: bestfriend!jimin, college!au, bestfriends to lovers!au - fluff/angst
one || two || three || four || five || six
The worst part about losing someone is that no amount of crying or missing them could bring them back. Because at the end of the day, the world will move on and slowly forget the sole existence of the one you loss.
No amount of expensive flowers, words of affirmations, long hugs from family members, and dishes of casserole could ever make you heal from the loss of your mother.
While your grieving father received endless support and meaningful gestures from losing the love of his life, you were completely locked up in your bedroom, trying to replace the empty feeling in your life. There was no crying, screaming, or laughter coming out of you; all you felt was numbness in your sixteen year old body.
As the days passed on, the feeling began to fade, but on the day that marked the sixth year of your mother’s death, you couldn’t help but to feel the hole in your heart once again. It couldn’t just be an ordinary day and had to be a day that reminded you of heartbreak.
Already knowing your phone was buzzing on the black nightstand from calls and texts from your aunt, your dad, and friends, asking if you were okay, you cling to the queen-sized blanket to your chest with tears running down your face.
“I know you don’t want to talk right now,” Taehyung said in a soft voice. He was outside your closed bedroom door, unsure what to do to comfort you. “And that’s okay because you don’t have to. I just want to let you know that your dad’s flight got delayed, so he’ll be here tomorrow with my mom and dad. He also ordered food for us tonight. It’s from your favorite restaurant from your hometown.”
He patiently waited for your response, but you stayed quiet. He wanted to hear anything from a “fuck off” to a sarcastic remark that you weren’t hungry. He was about to walk away, until he said, “We can even watch the Lorax on repeat, and I won’t complain about anything.”
Although it was faint, he smiled, hearing a small laugh and your soft, sad voice. “But you hate the Lorax.”
“I do.” He chuckled. “But I know you miss watching it with your mom, and that’s all that matters.”
But she wasn’t here.
Before you could reply, the sound of your bedroom door opening and closing stopped you. You were about to throw a pillow, ready to scream at him to leave you, but the sight of Jimin in his black university sweats with his hair all messy as if he had just woken up too, surprised you.
It had been a couple weeks since you’ve last spoken to Jimin. He sent numerous texts and left a dozen voicemails, wanting to explain everything after that night, but since then, he took your silence as an answer, not reaching out to you. Additionally, he didn’t ask your friends about you and had avoided situations if he knew you were going to be there.
Although you knew that Taehyung told your friends what had happened between the two of you, they respectfully didn’t ask you or mention Jimin’s name around you, allowing you to have personal space away from the topic. You didn’t know how it was possible for them to act like Jimin never existed, but the feeling was refreshing, knowing your identity was still separate than being Tae’s cousin and Jimin’s best friend.
There were times when you felt bad, depriving them of one of their closest friends. You didn’t mean for it to seem like a divorced family type of ordeal, but at the same time, you were glad your friends understood the fact that you were hurt and not ready to talk to him.
However, three days ago, you had run into Jessica at Jimin and Taehyung’s dorm complex. Although it was expected to see Jessica, you were still surprised that you had run into her first than running into your best friend.
“Jessica!” Your eyes widened in shock as you had gotten off the elevator. She was holding a couple of black dry-cleaning bags in one hand and keys in the other. “What are you doing here?”
“Hey…” She gave you a smile, but you could tell there was a feeling of annoyance of your presence in her system. “I’m heading up there to drop some things off.”
“Oh.” Your heart dropped, seeing the dry-cleaning bag with Jimin’s name on it.
“Yeah…” Her voice trailed off.
“Okay, this is awkward.” You nervously laughed, but Jessica did not join in. “I hope you know that me and Jimin never did anything, and I never had any motive or intention of jeopardizing your relationship with him.”
“It’s in the past now.” She shrugged, tightening her grip on the hanger. “We talked about it, and it’s alright. No big deal. Were you just hanging out with him?”
“No, actually.” She raised her eyebrows at you, surprised with your answer. “I was with Jin. We baked some cookies. You should have some when you get up there because there’s a lot left.”
Nodding, she took the opportunity to say goodbye and went on the elevator, clicking on the button to their apartment. “I’ll see you later.”
Without saying a word, Jimin got on the right side of the bed, pulling the blanket over his body. If it had been any other time, he would intertwine his legs with yours, wiping away the tears on your face. But afraid of your response, he stared at you for a while. “Oh my sweet princess, have you ate yet? It’s almost noon.”
You wanted to ask him what he was doing here, but instead you lied, nodding your head. He knew you hadn’t ate at all, but he wasn’t going force or reprimand you. He knew that was the last thing you needed, so he kept staring into your eyes, hoping you would talk to him.
“To be honest, I was going to take you out to get ice cream again and maybe to the fair to get your mind off of things before we watched the movie.” He paused to yawn, still probably tired from the night before with Jessica. “But I know you, and if we did that, it wouldn’t make you happy. Because it won’t fix the feeling of missing your mom. It won’t bring her back.”
“I’m stupid right? Because you would think after six years, I would know what to do by now. That the last thing on your mind is to distract yourself from that feeling.” You closed your eyes, letting the tears run down your face. It had already hurt, but the feeling intensified hearing, seeing, breathing of the person you had just lost. “I know you probably think it should be time to move on and do what’s best. But here’s the thing Y/N, it’s been six years and it’s still okay to cry. If that is best for you, then it is okay to cry.”
“It’s been six years,” you repeated, still with your eyes closed, trying to imagine her face without looking at a picture. As the years blurred together, you were slowly starting to forget what she looked like, what she sounded like, what she felt like and more.
Besides apologizing over the loss, people kept telling you that your mother still lived in your memories and in your heart, and that time could heal you. But that was all a lie to comfort you. Because six years later, you were starting to forget her along with everyone else.
“Can I wipe your tears?” He asked, not wanting to make you uncomfortable. “I won’t unless you let me.”
Giving him permission, he wiped your tears, wishing he could make it stop. “It hurts,” you cried. “Everything is fine, but I’m not.”
“Darling, I know,” he said. “I know, let it out.”
For the longest time, you had thought losing your mom was the worst thing that could have happened to you. She wouldn’t see you graduate, be there for your first heartbreak and see her grandchildren playing on the front porch.
But at that moment, it felt like you were crying because you missed her, but you realized it hurt even more losing someone who was still alive because they’re still here, but no longer in your life.
There might be a day when maybe the two of you could talk about what had happened, what went wrong and perhaps, what could have been. The time to do that was not right now. You were not ready to face the truth.
And even though it hurt, you were glad that your best friend was here even if he didn’t feel the same way as you did.
As soon as the sun goes down, you were going to have to live with that fact that from now on, you were going to deal with everything alone. No one else in the world would understand or even comprehend enough to comfort you like he did. You had to enjoy and cherish this moment.
You had to grieve over the loss of Jimin, and you knew that was going to take a lifetime to get over.
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tldr: i am so sorry, i promise i will finish this.
a/n: i can’t believed i started these so long ago and still have not finished! i am so sorry. i honestly wanted to finish this last december, but however, time really is not on my side. i struggled with my mental health lately as i study for the law school admission tests. i hope to finish this soon <3 thanks for reading
better || seven
summary: you face the hard truth from jimin and the rest of your family
word count: 1970
genre: bestfriend!jimin, college!au, bestfriends to lovers!au - fluff/angst
one || two || three || four || five || six || seven
The next morning, the sun rose and was peeping through the black curtains and jimin was gone. The blankets tucked around you were being held against your chest, trying to ignore the ache forming there. Taking a deep breath, you dragged yourself out of bed and wiped the tears in your eyes before they could even fall.
You had to get used to this. The feeling of heartache would soon go away and the way your heart would race after hearing jimin’s name would too. You needed to go back to see him as a best friend, not anything more. And if that feeling never goes away, it would just take time and some space away from everyone especially from him to ever act the same again.
You pulled your dresser drawer open and grabbed a new set of clothes. A navy-blue college sweatshirt and some white sweatpants would suffice today. You were a mess, so it would only be fair if you looked like a mess.
Twisting your silver door handle, there was Jimin, standing in front of the kitchen sink. his hair was tangled and up everywhere. He was rubbing his eyes with his fists as you slowly walked to the kitchen. You could wake up to this, to him, but you couldn’t and it hurt you.
“Good morning.” Jimin’s words come out nonchalantly as if everything between the two of you was okay. “Sorry, did I wake you? I was going to make some breakfast, but you really don’t have the items needed for it.”
“Jimin, please.” Just like last night, your soft voice cracked again. You didn’t even know what you were begging him to do. All you knew is that you couldn’t take it anymore. The fact he was acting as if everything was the same was killing you. He shouldn’t be here. “I can’t do this.”
Taking a step backwards, he stepped forward and reached out to cup your left cheek with his hand. “We have things to talk about, I know. But right now, let’s just enjoy some cereal.”
“I’m not ready.” Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath. Being in the same room was already hard enough, and you knew there was no way you could even look at him without feeling your heart break all over again. “Please just leave me alone. Forget about yesterday.”
“I can’t lose you again.” His voice cracked.
“Please, just go,” you begged. “I never ask for much, can you do this one thing?”
“You need to know the truth.” Looking up, Jimin had tears in his eyes. “When Taehyung told me to go with him to get his cousin at the train station, I thought that you were going to be an annoying person to have around, but then I thought to myself ‘wow, she’s beautiful. how is she related to Tae?’ when I saw you with your messy hair and smudged glasses.”
If it were any other situation, you would roll your eyes, chuckle and playfully punch him. In fact, it was such an instinct to do that you had to hold yourself back. There was something telling you that you should tell him to stop, but you stayed quiet, staring at him, trying to put his thoughts into the world.
His words echoed in your head.
You need to know the truth.
“I thought you got super cool each time I talked to you, and the day we went to get ice cream, was the day it all changed for me. When you were looking at the menu, trying to decide a flavor, I thought to myself ‘I could never get tired of this’ and I never did.” He smiled at the memory, wishing he could relive it all over again. “When we became closer, I was so happy, because you were just incredible and I was just me. I kept everything in because you deserved someone better..”
He paused, thinking you would have some snarky comment about either if he thought he could ever be that or who was he the one to decide that. Taking your silence, he began speaking again.
“But when I saw you in the white wedding ball gown, I completely lost it. I knew I had to be the one at the end of the aisle, seeing you walk down in a white, getting married to you.” Jimin sounded like he wanted to cry a river of tears. His voice cracked at every few words like yours did last night. His heart was rushing as he poured out his feelings to you as you listened with tears streaming down your face like Niagara Falls. “And that day at the fair meant everything to me but I just thought how could someone like you want me, so I texted Jessica and I felt absolute shit when you told me how you felt, and I said nothing. I wanted to say it back, god, I did.”
Despite everything you had been through, your face couldn’t help but to pout at his words. He had no idea the effect he had—has— on you. You knew he was telling the truth.
“But how right would it be when Jessica was literally calling me all day that day? We never got back together and before you can say anything, she told me she saw you when you came over to hang out with Jin.” Your eyes widened, not knowing he knew about your encounter with Jessica. “The night of your birthday, when you left me, I told her the truth over the phone. That all this time it will always be you. It was all bad timing that she was returning all my stuff the day you happened to see her. We never got back together, you have to believe me.”
And you did, but you stayed quiet.
“And my dumbass stopped talking to you because I thought you would want space, but, darling, please know that I never meant to hurt you at all. I love you, god, I fucking do. Every time I told everyone that we didn’t like each other just like that, I didn’t have the guts to admit it in case you never felt it. I love you like that. I love you more than Prince Harry loves Meaghan. I would give up everything for you, and I am so sorry to put you through that pain. Because you didn’t deserve that. And I will never forgive myself for letting you go that day and for not saying it back.” There were wet tears coming from Jimin’s eyes. Your thumb wiped the tears off causing him to chuckle and cup your face. He wiped your tears and smiled down at you. “Hi my love.”
After his confession, you still were speechless. The only thought that came into your head was the memory of your conversation with Tiffany the night of the bar when she asked you about your feelings towards Jimin. He felt a similar way to you that he had rather be your friend than to lose you by confessing his feelings.
Somehow, you were to oblivious to realize what had been there along.
But he knew what he was doing when telling everyone you were just friends and treating you like a girlfriend when he had broken up with Jessica. He had been trying to protect himself. He played with your feelings, hoping you would get the hint. He thought he would be doing you a favor, but you could easily see how he was putting himself in a position not to be hurt.
“I need time.”
“I know.” He nodded in understanding. “I just want you to talk to me when you’re ready, even if you do not feel the same way anymore after everything.”
“And what if I’m never ready?” You asked in a small voice that you couldn’t even recognize it was you speaking.
Although Jimin had never heard you use the kind of tone, he knew that might be true: that you may never ever be ready to see him again. “Even ten years from now, I will be around. I promise, I would wait a lifetime for you even if I can only have you as a best friend.”
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“What are you thinking about?” Your dad asked you as the two of you and Taehyung were sitting around your mother’s grave while Taehyung’s parents were still on their way.
You felt guilty for thinking about Jimin when you were standing in front of your mother’s grave. You thought about his actions and how he made the decisions without you. Looking up at your dad, you asked, “Why did you leave me alone?” Your dad’s eyebrows raised in confusion, not expecting your question, especially six years later. “I know you thought it was for the best for me, but why didn’t you asked me before you left?”
“Y/N,” Taehyung articulated. “I don’t think now is the right time for this.”
“It’s okay, Kiddo,” Your dad reassured him, giving him a sad smile. “You deserve to know the truth. Quite frankly, I’m surprised it took you this long to ask when I know you think about everything, just like your mother. Ask me everything on your mind, and I will tell you.”
“Why did you leave me all alone when I needed you after Mom died? Why did you make that decision without me?” You cried softly.
“I wasn’t ready to be there, and I thought I was doing what was best for you, but it was really best for me. I was afraid to not raise you right and disappoint your mother, you, and me,” he answered. “And I am so sorry for not being there for you when you needed me. It took me so long to realize that I should have been there and I want to make it up to you as long as you let me.”
“Don’t you think it’s a little too late?” Taehyung started rubbing your back, trying to comfort you through your tears. “You’re supposed to be my dad, and yet you left me, feeling like we’re as close as strangers! I lost my mom and it was like I had to lose another parent unofficially.”
“You’re right, it wasn’t fair to you. I thought it would be better for you, but I was wrong, and I know that saying sorry or telling you all these reasons isn’t going to fix anything. But I want to fix it now.”
“And how to forgive you? How do you repair the hole that you left?” You asked, wiping your tears.
“Realizing how much it hurt you and me, you don’t deserve to continue to carry the negative feelings of resentment and disappointment. You deserve to be happy, and I owe it to you to make that happen. You deserve to know that it wasn’t your fault, and it was mine.”
A small part of you did resent your father for leaving you all alone, making you blame yourself for his absence. But as you listened to your father tell you that it wasn’t your fault, you finally began to feel a weight off your shoulders, as if his words had healed you. You could begin letting go of everything that had harmed you.
People will make mistakes, and sometimes they need to figure out their shit before they could be the best version of themselves to be there for you.
Your dad reached there.
Jimin just reached there.
And now it was your turn.
You had to forgive them and be more compassionate to yourself.
Wrapping your arms around your father, you cried, releasing all the pain you had been carrying, wishing for your mom to come back and tell you it’ll be okay.
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a/n: two more chapters left :)
better || eight
summary: you finally talk to jimin at the charity ball
word count: 1859
genre: bestfriend!jimin, college!au, bestfriends to lovers!au - fluff/angst
For the first time in years, Christmas was something you were looking forward to, and everyone was surprised to see you participating in the off-key caroling of Christmas songs with everyone. Normally, you would watch everyone decorate the tree as you sneak into the kitchen, eating the Christmas theme cookies, leaving none for Santa.
It was the first Christmas you would have with your father and Taehyung’s family ever since the passing of your mother. Though, your father still wanted to honor your mother, by hosting a charity ball on Christmas Eve, inviting everyone to spread Christmas cheer to each other.
People were free to donate gifts that would be given to the children at the orphanage and hospitals, and there was money being raised through some local performances which included Hobi’s dancing, Joon’s rapping, Yoongi’s piano solo, Jeongguk’s boxing, Taehyung’s stand up comedy and more. Jin helped the caterers by baking the peppermint cookies and some truffles. You had invited all their friends and families, bringing everyone you knew.
“Are you not doing anything?" Jin asked, standing next to up as you went to the bar to order some water. Unlike everyone else who was wearing a regular suit, Jin was wearing a black tuxedo with a bowtie that had candy canes on it. “Are we going to see you sing?”
“God no.” You laughed, grabbing the water from the counter. “If I did, we would not make any money for the kids.”
“I keep telling her that it is a shame that we do not get to hear her vocals tonight,” Taehyung joked, coming next to you. Your cousin was wearing a white suit with a glass of white wine in left his hand, trying to relax his nerves before his performance. His hair was slick back, looking like his father.
“Hey,” Tiffany greeted with a fake smile, not letting her mouth snap into a straight light. “I don’t mean to be the bearer of bad news, but did you guys invite Jimin?”
The smile on your face quickly faded, thinking you would have more time before you would have to see your best friend again.
“My parents might have because they obviously don’t know..” Taehyung’s voice trailed off.
“It’s okay,” you assured him, shrugging. “This is my first Christmas with my dad, and I am not going to let him or my feelings ruin that.”
“Well, how are you feeling?” Tiffany asked, a concerned look all over her face.
There were two words to describe everything happening all at once: confusing and overwhelming.
For a couple weeks, you had been basically grieving over the loss of your best friend, thinking he did not love you back, and that this whole relationship was one-sided. You gave yourself the time and distance from Jimin just so you weren’t reminded how he rested his head on yours when he wrapped his arms around you.
But after Jimin’s confession, there had been no time to process everything. It was the anniversary of your mother’s passing, and you were starting to rebuild a relationship with your father. You were distracted, and you wanted to keep it that way. You didn’t want to be alone in your thoughts, thinking about what you should do about the situation. “Fine.”
“You’re fine?” Taehyung’s eyebrow quirked up. He knows that you don’t show emotions besides the times you had grieved over your mother. But honestly, your cousin knew that if you severed your friendship with Jimin, it would be as big of a loss. “That’s it?”
You wanted to be fine.
It should not be a problem that you and your best friend have feelings for each other. The story could simply end happily ever after at that point. But you couldn’t understand how the boy that watched your mom’s favorite movie with you every year, lied about his feelings. How could he lie to you, knowing how much pain it caused? Why couldn’t he just pick you from the beginning? Did you really go through his mind when he chose someone else? Why now?
“Stop overthinking, you’re breaking your own heart,” Taehyung reminded you quietly, not letting anyone around you hear his comment. Even now at a complicated time, he was protecting your ego and taking care of you while being unbiased, and you were sure he did the same to Jimin. “Let’s get ready before the show starts.”
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“Since it is running a little late, we are going to have Yoongi perform his sonatas. In the meantime, as we wrap up, we will be doing the gift exchange. Hopefully, you all drew and made your customized Christmas cards because those are important.” Your father laughs into the microphone as the audience gape at his announcement. “You all were given a number in the beginning, and you must find your missing match to exchange gifts and cards.”
“What number are you?” Tiffany asked, holding the number 57 in her right hand. In the background, you can hear Yoongi take a deep breath before starting, playing softly. “I hope it is not some loser like Jimin.”
“Tiffany!” You scolded, holding back a laugh. “You got to admit it that was funny,” Jin said causing Tiffany to nod her head in agreement. “I think Y/N’s Dad made sure our gifts and cards were going to be exchanged for the kids.”
“Where did you hear that?” Taehyung asked with a questionable look on his face, slightly raising one brow over the other. He looked down at his homemade card. It was a folded red paper with the front page having drawn an elf with green scribbly colored clothes with a text bubble with ‘Ho Ho Ho.’ Next to the elf, there was a poorly drawn old man which you assumed to be Santa, and the question, ‘Who are you calling a Ho?’ is above Santa’s red cap in a blue text bubble.
“You cannot give that to a kid.” You laughed and held up your simple white card to him that had a string of red and green Christmas ornaments with the text ‘Let’s hang at Christmas!’
“I think it will be fine,” he stated with a small look of worry on his face. “I have the number 5.”
“I have the number 7,” Jin and Hobi said simultaneously, then exchanging looks of excitement.
The two friends quickly exchanged boxes and cards, excited to see what had been inside the gift.
“Tae!” Taehyung’s younger sister screamed across the room loudly, letting everyone know who she was looking for. “Can you and Unnie look at the family group chat?!”
Looking over your shoulder, you see Taehyung pulling out his phone from the right back pocket of his pants. He unlocked his phone, clicking on his latest text notification.
[mom]: text us your number
[dad]: 7
“Oh you have the same number as my dad,” Tae mentioned to Tiffany. “They’re in the back somewhere.”
[brother]: 95
[sister]: 23
Your cousin texted your numbers to your family members. Right away, your aunt sent a reply.
[mom]: oh y/n, jimin has the same number as you! he just told us a couple of minutes ago that he was going to find you two!!
“There’s no fucking way, right?” You weren’t sure who Taehyung was asking. “Dude, the world must be against you or something.”
Tiffany flicked Tae’s head, making him wince and look at Tiffany with a confused look. She gave him an angry death glare. With his voice shaking, he said, “You know, Cousin, we can switch numbers.”
“Let’s be real, your mom probably somehow told him that me and him have the same number already.” You sighed. “There’s no use.”
You forced a smile, walking away, wanting to find your father before you had to exchange gifts. With a quick glance at the ballroom, you couldn’t find your father in the crowd of people up and rushing to others, trying to find their gifts. You get on the tip of your heels to get a better look, not wanting to go through the crowd and be accidentally pushed.
Across the room, Jimin was there, holding a white box in his hands, already staring at you with his dark brown eyes. Your heart dropped a bit, wondering how was it possible that the two of you would always find each other in a room full of strangers and chaotic noise.
The music stopped playing, and you could finally hear your cousin calling out your name.
“Wait.” Tiffany abruptly said. You knew they were behind you, but you didn’t dare look back. Without looking, you knew Tiffany was holding Taehyung’s wrist back, already seeing what was happening. “It’s the eye sex conversation talk again.”
Jimin took the first move, taking steps forward to go to you, not taking his eyes off yours. He was looking at you as if you were the only thing that mattered when the whole world was on fire. He was looking at you the way he always did, but more intensely.
When he’s finally in front of you, he released a sigh of relief, slightly giggling. “Hey.”
“Hey,” you whispered, not believing what was happening.
“I asked your father for his permission, and now I just really need yours.” He handed the box in front of you. “Open it.”
Taking the lid off, there was a soft fleece blanket, a blanket patterned with the animals from the Lorax. You knew he was waiting for you to look back at him, but you stared down at the box. The words how, why, what, and oh wanted to come out, but no sound came out when you parted your lips.
“When I said ‘just not like that,’ it was first to Taehyung’s mom when we were watching the movie and you were sleeping underneath the blanket,” he explained. “I asked your father to get the same number as you, to show you that I don’t want it to be like that. I want to be with you any day watching your mom’s favorite movie under the soft blankets, reminding you that you aren’t alone and that your mother isn’t forgotten.”
You looked up back at him. Tears were forming in his alluring eyes. You hold back a smile, wanting to laugh at the irony. He was looking at you the same way you looked at him the day he decided not to study abroad.
“Hurting you was the worst thing I did.”
You stood there frozen, wanting to say something, but you knew your words would come out incoherent, barely intelligible.
“You don’t have to say anything.” But Jimin read you like his favorite book, knowing every single line, reciting them out loud, letting the words live in his head rent-free. “I understand the trees.” He paused. “If you had known it was going to be me, would you still have made that card so friend-zoney?”
And there, you wrapped your arms around him, knowing you would never lose him ever again.
Perhaps the heartbreak of losing your mom could not be healed with time, but with the love of your life.
___
a/n: i finally graduated!!!!
i'll be ending this one in a couple of days too :)
better || one
summary: jimin is your best friend and you wouldn’t want it any other way. or so you thought.
word count: 6,983
genre: bestfriend!jimin, college!au, bestfriends to lovers!au - fluff/slow burn angst
The first time it happens, you don’t think anything of it. Neither does he.
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better || nine
summary: life with your best friend, park jimin can't get any better than this :)
word count: 1235
genre: bestfriend!jimin, college!au, bestfriends to lovers!au - fluff
one || two || three || four || five || six || seven || eight || nine
“Took you guys long enough,” Taehyung said, opening the door to let you and Jimin enter their apartment. “You guys have no idea how long we’ve been waiting.”
Before you could comment that they made it to the apartment twenty minutes after everyone else, you noticed all the guys and Tiffany gathered in the living room, sitting in a circle as if they were going to play duck duck goose. There were two visible pillows close to each other, probably for you and Jimin’s placement seats.
“What is this?” Jimin asked, lightly tossing his black suit jacket onto the couch. He then grabbed your coat from you, settling it down on top of his. “Are you guys starting a cult in here? Should I turn off the lights and get the candles?”
Sitting down, you noticed Taehyung had disappeared from the room. “Why did Tae just leave?”
“You’ll see,” Joon said. “Everyone has been waiting for this moment.”
Taehyung came out of his room, holding a brown briefcase in one hand. He placed the briefcase in the middle of the circle. You and Jimin exchanged puzzling looks with each other, not understanding what was happening while everyone else was giggling in excitement to see the contents of the briefcase.
“Can you kill my curiousity and explain what is going on?” You asked.
“We may or may not have been placing bets on when you two would finally realize you're madly in love with each other,” Tiffany mumbled under her breath, avoiding eye contact with you. “Because EVERYONE knew you guys weren’t just best friends.”
Your cheeks were flushing with embarrassment as everyone else agreed with Tiffany with mischievous grins on their faces. “You cannot be serious.”
“Do you want to read the rules and agreement?” Taehyung asked, unfolding a piece of paper from his back pocket. He handed the piece of paper to you and Jimin to look at.
“You carry that around with you everywhere you go?” Jimin asked, raising his eyebrow. "Just in that back pocket?"
“Well, where else am I going to put it?”
You wanted to shout that he didn’t need to keep it on time at all, but you had already looked down at the paper, surprisingly impressed at how it was written as if it were a real binding contract. Reading out loud, you read,
Entry Fee: Each participant must contribute a nominal entry fee to join the betting pool. To participate, players must play a $50 fee. This fee serves as a token of commitment to the game. Selection of Dates: Participants must select a specific date or range of dates when they predict the best friends will transition from best friends to a romantic couple. The chosen dates must be recorded clearly to avoid any disputes later on. If the date (that a participant chose) has passed, yet nothing has happened, then this participant is able to place another prediction if they wager more money. For example, if Hobi put in ‘March of senior year’ and the time has passed, then he will not win the money and will have to place a new bet if he wanted to participate again.
"Oh my god, how much money did you guys put in there?" Looking away from the paper, your jaw dropped to the floor, not believing what was happening. “Please tell me you guys only placed one prediction.”
"Just keep reading, Cousin," Taehyung pleaded. "I need my money back as fast as I can."
The paper continued to read:
Betting Deadline: All entries must be submitted before a predetermined deadline, ensuring that everyone has an equal opportunity to participate and make their predictions. The bet will end when they are a couple or if they marry other people. Judging Criteria: The transition from best friends to a romantic couple is defined by the moment when they publicly acknowledge their romantic feelings for each other or officially begin a romantic relationship. Although the two may do things more as best friends, they are not defined as a couple until it is officially told. Winner Determination and Prize Distribution: The participant who accurately predicts the closest date to their transition from best friends to a romantic couple is declared the winner. The total prize pool, comprising the accumulated entry fees, is awarded to the winner(s) following the official confirmation of their romantic relationship. Celebratory Gathering: Upon the successful resolution of the bet and the announcement of the winner(s), all participants gather for a celebratory gathering or party to commemorate the occasion and revel in the joy of the couple's newfound romance. This fosters a sense of camaraderie and solidarity among friends, regardless of the outcome of the bet.
"I mean, I guess before we open everyone's date, congratulations you guys!" The room was filled with laughter as Jungkook applauded. "It is a celebration, you know." He pointed behind him, gesturing to the assortment of snacks and drinks laid out on the table. All the snacks and drinks were all your favorite or Jimin's. “It’s not a celebration without food.”
"We also want to give a big shoutout right now to our sponser, Seung-hyun. He provided all the snacks, drinks and gave us all pints of ice cream.”
"You cannot be for real!" You exclaimed. "You told this bet to Seung-hyun?”
Jimin covered his face of embarrassment with both his hands.
Seung-hyun, the owner of your favorite ice cream shop back from home, had secretly been wanting you and Jimin to be official, and you couldn’t believe it.
Everything seemed like a fever dream.
"Jimin, baby, of course I had to for our boy, Seung-hyun,” your cousin said. “He’s been a fan since day one.”
Flipping to the back of the paper, there was everyone’s bets. A lot of them crossed out. There were almost thirty entires, meaning that was almost $1500 in the briefcase.
taehyung: 2013, 2014, 2015, 2016, 2017, 2018, 2019 the year for real hobi: when jimin breaks up with yuna, when jimin breaks up with irene, when y/n breaks up with jae, when jimin finds out about jin and y/n, when jimin breaks up with jessica, when jimin confesses when y/n’s dad comes back in town after his breakup with jessica tiffany: spring break, summer break, drunk at a party before spring break second year joon: around christmas during university first year, around christmas during university second year, around christmas before everyone graduates from university seokjin: new years, valentine’s day where they’re both single, white day, when jimin dumps girlfriend #5, graduation jungkook: when y/n travels abroad, when jimin travels abroad, during the time taehyung is abroad, new years yoongi: never
Hobi and Joon, realizing they won, both reached for the briefcase at the same time. “You guys couldn’t have waited for two more weeks or so,” Jungkook groaned.
And at that moment, with everyone you and Jimin both loved, all laughing and cheering, you knew that life with Jimin couldn’t get any better than this.
Despite all the countless moments of missed opportunities and untold feelings all those years, the timing finally felt right for this exact moment. The power to heal the grief in your heart has finally let you see the chemistry and connection everyone else seemed to see.
The next chapter of your life is now going to be filled with shared dreams, laughter and a new kind of love with Jimin.
________
the end! thank you for reading <3 (i am terribly sorry for the long wait). this story will hold a special place in my heart :')
hopefully one day i can rewrite this story and make it into something way better. so crazy to think i started this years ago. i miss bts and can’t wait for them to come back home <3 the best is yet to come :)
chapter index; better
after the passing of your mother, you find solace and happiness through your friendship with Park Jimin. Everyone can see the strong magnetic pull between the two of you, except, well, the two of you.
The friendship with Jimin became a lifeline, a connection to the normalcy that felt lost after your mother’s passing. However, once you see the sparks ignited, you have to learn how to grieve and to love whether or not your best friend stays in your life.
pairing | park jimin x reader
genre | fluff, angst, slow burn short story
wordcount | 29,029
↳ 1 || 2 || 3 || 4 || 5 || 6 || 7 || 8 || 9 [completed]
a/n: i will admit that i wrote this when i was super young but i loved writing so excuse my attempts of being funny and cringe.
chapter index; better
after the passing of your mother, you find solace and happiness through your friendship with Park Jimin. Everyone can see the strong magnetic pull between the two of you, except, well, the two of you.
The friendship with Jimin became a lifeline, a connection to the normalcy that felt lost after your mother’s passing. However, once you see the sparks ignited, you have to learn how to grieve and to love whether or not your best friend stays in your life.
pairing | park jimin x reader
genre | fluff, angst, slow burn short story
wordcount | 29,029
↳ 1 || 2 || 3 || 4 || 5 || 6 || 7 || 8 || 9 [completed]
a/n: i will admit that i wrote this when i was super young but i loved writing so excuse my attempts of being funny and cringe.
better || nine
summary: life with your best friend, park jimin can't get any better than this :)
word count: 1235
genre: bestfriend!jimin, college!au, bestfriends to lovers!au - fluff
one || two || three || four || five || six || seven || eight || nine
“Took you guys long enough,” Taehyung said, opening the door to let you and Jimin enter their apartment. “You guys have no idea how long we’ve been waiting.”
Before you could comment that they made it to the apartment twenty minutes after everyone else, you noticed all the guys and Tiffany gathered in the living room, sitting in a circle as if they were going to play duck duck goose. There were two visible pillows close to each other, probably for you and Jimin’s placement seats.
“What is this?” Jimin asked, lightly tossing his black suit jacket onto the couch. He then grabbed your coat from you, settling it down on top of his. “Are you guys starting a cult in here? Should I turn off the lights and get the candles?”
Sitting down, you noticed Taehyung had disappeared from the room. “Why did Tae just leave?”
“You’ll see,” Joon said. “Everyone has been waiting for this moment.”
Taehyung came out of his room, holding a brown briefcase in one hand. He placed the briefcase in the middle of the circle. You and Jimin exchanged puzzling looks with each other, not understanding what was happening while everyone else was giggling in excitement to see the contents of the briefcase.
“Can you kill my curiousity and explain what is going on?” You asked.
“We may or may not have been placing bets on when you two would finally realize you're madly in love with each other,” Tiffany mumbled under her breath, avoiding eye contact with you. “Because EVERYONE knew you guys weren’t just best friends.”
Your cheeks were flushing with embarrassment as everyone else agreed with Tiffany with mischievous grins on their faces. “You cannot be serious.”
“Do you want to read the rules and agreement?” Taehyung asked, unfolding a piece of paper from his back pocket. He handed the piece of paper to you and Jimin to look at.
“You carry that around with you everywhere you go?” Jimin asked, raising his eyebrow. "Just in that back pocket?"
“Well, where else am I going to put it?”
You wanted to shout that he didn’t need to keep it on time at all, but you had already looked down at the paper, surprisingly impressed at how it was written as if it were a real binding contract. Reading out loud, you read,
Entry Fee: Each participant must contribute a nominal entry fee to join the betting pool. To participate, players must play a $50 fee. This fee serves as a token of commitment to the game. Selection of Dates: Participants must select a specific date or range of dates when they predict the best friends will transition from best friends to a romantic couple. The chosen dates must be recorded clearly to avoid any disputes later on. If the date (that a participant chose) has passed, yet nothing has happened, then this participant is able to place another prediction if they wager more money. For example, if Hobi put in ‘March of senior year’ and the time has passed, then he will not win the money and will have to place a new bet if he wanted to participate again.
"Oh my god, how much money did you guys put in there?" Looking away from the paper, your jaw dropped to the floor, not believing what was happening. “Please tell me you guys only placed one prediction.”
"Just keep reading, Cousin," Taehyung pleaded. "I need my money back as fast as I can."
The paper continued to read:
Betting Deadline: All entries must be submitted before a predetermined deadline, ensuring that everyone has an equal opportunity to participate and make their predictions. The bet will end when they are a couple or if they marry other people. Judging Criteria: The transition from best friends to a romantic couple is defined by the moment when they publicly acknowledge their romantic feelings for each other or officially begin a romantic relationship. Although the two may do things more as best friends, they are not defined as a couple until it is officially told. Winner Determination and Prize Distribution: The participant who accurately predicts the closest date to their transition from best friends to a romantic couple is declared the winner. The total prize pool, comprising the accumulated entry fees, is awarded to the winner(s) following the official confirmation of their romantic relationship. Celebratory Gathering: Upon the successful resolution of the bet and the announcement of the winner(s), all participants gather for a celebratory gathering or party to commemorate the occasion and revel in the joy of the couple's newfound romance. This fosters a sense of camaraderie and solidarity among friends, regardless of the outcome of the bet.
"I mean, I guess before we open everyone's date, congratulations you guys!" The room was filled with laughter as Jungkook applauded. "It is a celebration, you know." He pointed behind him, gesturing to the assortment of snacks and drinks laid out on the table. All the snacks and drinks were all your favorite or Jimin's. “It’s not a celebration without food.”
"We also want to give a big shoutout right now to our sponser, Seung-hyun. He provided all the snacks, drinks and gave us all pints of ice cream.”
"You cannot be for real!" You exclaimed. "You told this bet to Seung-hyun?”
Jimin covered his face of embarrassment with both his hands.
Seung-hyun, the owner of your favorite ice cream shop back from home, had secretly been wanting you and Jimin to be official, and you couldn’t believe it.
Everything seemed like a fever dream.
"Jimin, baby, of course I had to for our boy, Seung-hyun,” your cousin said. “He’s been a fan since day one.”
Flipping to the back of the paper, there was everyone’s bets. A lot of them crossed out. There were almost thirty entires, meaning that was almost $1500 in the briefcase.
taehyung: 2013, 2014, 2015, 2016, 2017, 2018, 2019 the year for real hobi: when jimin breaks up with yuna, when jimin breaks up with irene, when y/n breaks up with jae, when jimin finds out about jin and y/n, when jimin breaks up with jessica, when jimin confesses when y/n’s dad comes back in town after his breakup with jessica tiffany: spring break, summer break, drunk at a party before spring break second year joon: around christmas during university first year, around christmas during university second year, around christmas before everyone graduates from university seokjin: new years, valentine’s day where they’re both single, white day, when jimin dumps girlfriend #5, graduation jungkook: when y/n travels abroad, when jimin travels abroad, during the time taehyung is abroad, new years yoongi: never
Hobi and Joon, realizing they won, both reached for the briefcase at the same time. “You guys couldn’t have waited for two more weeks or so,” Jungkook groaned.
And at that moment, with everyone you and Jimin both loved, all laughing and cheering, you knew that life with Jimin couldn’t get any better than this.
Despite all the countless moments of missed opportunities and untold feelings all those years, the timing finally felt right for this exact moment. The power to heal the grief in your heart has finally let you see the chemistry and connection everyone else seemed to see.
The next chapter of your life is now going to be filled with shared dreams, laughter and a new kind of love with Jimin.
________
the end! thank you for reading <3 (i am terribly sorry for the long wait). this story will hold a special place in my heart :')
hopefully one day i can rewrite this story and make it into something way better. so crazy to think i started this years ago. i miss bts and can’t wait for them to come back home <3 the best is yet to come :)
chapter index; better
after the passing of your mother, you find solace and happiness through your friendship with Park Jimin. Everyone can see the strong magnetic pull between the two of you, except, well, the two of you.
The friendship with Jimin became a lifeline, a connection to the normalcy that felt lost after your mother’s passing. However, once you see the sparks ignited, you have to learn how to grieve and to love whether or not your best friend stays in your life.
pairing | park jimin x reader
genre | fluff, angst, slow burn short story
wordcount | 29,029
↳ 1 || 2 || 3 || 4 || 5 || 6 || 7 || 8 || 9 [completed]
a/n: i will admit that i wrote this when i was super young but i loved writing so excuse my attempts of being funny and cringe.
jimin layouts 🥡
like/rb if use;don't repost
*SURPRISE* - Jimin scenario
Pairing: Jimin + reader
Genre: fluff/romance
Word count: 1785
SUMMARY: Your relationship with Jimin is new. You’ve been together for almost 2 months and you haven’t spoken yet about how you will spend your monthsary as a couple. He was always busy because of his busy schedule as an Idol and he haven’t talked to you in days. But you were always that girlfriend who is very understanding even before when you’re still suffering for how many months because of him.
________
*Jimin’s POV*
After how many days of preparation along with my busy schedule, finally the long wait is over. Luckily, Bangpdnim gave us 3 days vacation before promotions. Life is great!
~Riiinggggggggg
“Hello Mika… how are you? This is Jimin… Can you do me a favor?” “Yes, chimchim.! I’m okay, what is it?” “Sorry if I’m bothering you, but I really need your help…” “No, It’s Okay…” “I’m actually preparing for a surprise date for Y/N and I’m almost done with it. I need you to invite her and don’t tell her why, just make your own story. Haha. Please? I know it’s hard, but I know you can do it, Mika.” “Wow, is that for real? Omg! That’s so cute, I’m sure Y/N will love it Jiminie… and of course, I’m willing to help. Just tell me the time and place and you’re good to go, boy.” “Wahhh.. Thank you so much, Mika! I’ll just send you the details later. And don’t forget… it’s a secret, Okay?” “Arasseo… Take care! bye!”
*Y/N’s POV*
“Mr. Yoon, here are the permits for the renovation of room 216. I’ve already contacted the contractor and probably they will start tomorrow. Just call me if you still need anything.” “Don’t worry, Y/N… I’m sure everything will be okay. I’ll just call you if anything happens. I’ll go ahead.” “Annyeong! Ahjussi….” Mr. Yoon went ahead and I’m still busy checking out all the tenant’s contract when I heard someone knocked on my office door.
It’s Mika… why? I thought she’s hanging out with his lovey dovey since they’re having a 3-day vacation. Jimin said he’s going to be busy and will visit his family in Busan. I’m quite sad because it’s supposed to be our 2nd month of being together, and it seems that he forget about it already. But it’s alright, I understand his situation, though. He must be having a hard time because of his busy schedule.
“Y/N?”
“Hey! What’s up bitch?” I welcomed her warmly. LMAO “I’m okay, Bitch! Haha.. So, are you busy today?” “Actually… NO. I’m just checking some papers and I’m done with my collection, so yeah! I’m kinda free. WHY?” “Hmmmm… Coz’ I need to go somewhere. My friend invited me to a beach birthday party and I have no one to go to, Suga is busy with his mixtape and he said I can’t go if I don’t have someone to accompany me. Can you go with me, please?” “Why are you even asking? Of course! It’s a party! count me in, Girl!” “Yes! Thank you…. I owe you one!” Mika said excitedly. “Oh wait! I’m gonna call Jimin first…”
~Riiingggggggggg
“Hello baby? Can I go with Mika, today? She’s going to a beach party…” “Beach party? Just be careful, Okay? Text me when you get there… and behave.” “Okay… but I won’t promise…HAHA!” I teased. “What did you say?!” he exclaimed from the other line. “Ouch… I’m just teasing you… of course, I’ll definitely behave. My boyfriend is Park Jimin, so should I ask for more?” “Exactly… Y/N, I’m telling you.” I can’t see if he’s serious or not, but I’m definitely enjoying this. “You’re acting like a baby… duh. I promise, okay.” “Good, stay with Mika.” “Okay, baby… I LOVE YOU. Bye!” I ended the call and realized that Mika is staring at me weirdly.
“That’s so grossssss…” Mika blurred out. “What? Yah! Mikaela… its as if you’re not like this with Yoongi, and I think you two are the worst!” “Yah… we’re not!” “Really? Jimin told me that you two were doing something in his music room and the boys caught you in the act! Haha… now, who’s EWW?” “Excuse me, we’re not doing something bad. Okay?! It’s Hobi’s dirty mind fault…” Mika defended. “Hahah! then why are you blushing?” “Pffft…no I’m not! Yah… are you coming with me or not?” “I’m just teasing you…bish. I’ll go. I’ll just prepare very quick.” “See you later… Y/N!”
After 2 hours, Mika and I went to the train station and I just realized that we’re going to Busan. We took the train and arrived after 3 hours. When we arrived at the venue, I’m totally in love with the place. The resort is indeed beautiful and peaceful.
“Y/N… c'mon. My friend already provided us a room.” We headed to the reception area and claimed our room keys. The room that was provided is an isolated mini beach house which is located almost front of the sea.
It’s curious that the place is very quiet. A type of vacation spot that can give you peace of mind and serenity. This is quite not suitable for parties. Oh well, who am I to complain? I’m just an extra and this is totally great! Hehe. Mika’s friend is probably rich.
As we entered the room, I can’t help but to admire the surroundings. Elegant but simple. Fresh looking designs with an overlooking view of the seas. My type of getaway indeed. Something that I’ve always been dreaming of.
“Omg! I totally forgot to tell you that this is gonna be a white beach party. Did you bring a white dress?” “Yah! You didn’t tell me. I just brought some but it’s all printed.” “Oh wait, I’m just gonna check my bag. Great! Luckily I have prepared two white dresses. Here take this!” Wow. She is indeed prepared, and wow again, the dress is extremely beautiful.
“Are you sure…You’re not going to wear this?” “Yes, I have another one right here. hehe! Geeezz I’m so excited. Hurry up! You could take your shower first and put some make up. Omg! Why am I even? You’re an expert, so you could definitely make yourself pretty without even trying. Haha!”
“Mika? Are you okay? You seemed so giddy. Maybe you should hurry up too!” “Me? oh im so sorry! I’m just excited because this is gonna be my first time to wear a white dress!”
We laughed and I proceeded to enter the bathroom and took a shower.
I’m feeling nervous and I don’t know why. By the time I went out of the bathroom, Mika isn’t around. I wonder where did she go. I wore the dress and put on a light make up, sprayed some Giorgio Armani Sensi perfume. Wore my white gladiator sandals and I’m done, but where the hell is Mika?
I took my phone and texted Mika.
ME: Where are you? MIKA: I’m here at the hotel lobby. If you’re done can you come by here? ME: Okay. Wait for me there.
I left the beach house and made my way to the hotel lobby. When I reach there, Mika isn’t around. This is getting a little bit weird, I prepared too much and here she is playing games. Where the heck is she?
I’ve been standing and walking for a while so I decided to sit down on the elegant couch and waited for Mika a little more. After 30 minutes of waiting, the time is already at 7:10 pm. I’m starting to get scared for myself and for Mika too. Is this some kind of a joke or what? Where is she?
My hands are getting sweaty. I tried to call her but her number is unattended. Wtf? Then my phone beeped…
MIKA: girl I’m so sorry… I went back to our room. Sorrrrryyyyy. I need to get hurry because the party will start at 7:30… Can I get some help? I don’t know how to do my make up. You know I suck at making myself pretty. thank you bestie! ME: You scared me bish… I thought I lost you. Okay… I’ll be there.
When I reached the beach house, I immediately opened the entrance door but the lights are off. Seriously Mika? Pulling pranks?
I was struggling to find the switch when I suddenly felt a pair of arms wrapped around my waist. OMG. It’s the scent that makes me shiver and the voice that can make my heart flutter.
Am I just dreaming? Am I? But its the scent and touch that lingers inside my heart.
“Surprise…” he whispered.
O.o
o.O
O.O
“J-jimin?”
“Happy Monthsary….” Jimin blurted out while hugging me from the back more tightly.
“Is this real? Jiminie?’
"No, it’s a wonderful dream… Do you want to continue?” he kissed my neck lovingly.
“I’m afraid to wake up… if this is just a dream.” I mumbled.
There was a long silence and I heard a muffled cry.
“Are you okay?” I carresed his arms around me.
Silence again… I felt his tears trickled on my shoulder…😢
“Mianhae… Mianhae….” he said in between sobs.
“Hey, why are you like that… C'mon baby tell me. You’re scaring me… are you breaking up with me..?”
“No, its not like that… I just remember the times that I hurt you so much, the pains, the neglect… I’m so sorry for everything, Y/N.” his face is resting on the crook of my neck.
“I know, I have been so hard on you before. I sometimes think that I really don’t deserve you, Y/N…”
“Yah… are you stupid? I shouldn’t have accepted you in the first place!” I playfully hit his arms.
“It’s all the past… I’ve already forgiven you. I still believe that everything happens for a reason. And all that had happened before made us together…”
“Is that for real, baby? Thank you…” He still can’t believe it. Jimin is so cute. Omg!
“I promise. So don’t worry anymore. And where the hell is Mika?!” and i also realized that we were confessing in the dark. Lmao.
“Don’t mind her, she’s on her way to Seoul now… So you’re officialy detained here for two days like a prisoner.” then he covered my eyes with his little hands pushing me somewhere, then I felt the sea breeze on my skin… guess he’s leading me on the porch.
“Yah… Jiminie, you basically kidnapped me. I’m going to sue you and Mika. For real.”
“Oh yeah… I’m scared, baby. And Yoongi hyung will be very mad if you do that.” he chuckled.
He let go of my eyes and I was stunned on the beauty on in front me… So romantic. Just like what I wanted… 😍
Candlelight dinner in front of the sea… With flowers scattered all over the veranda. Should I cry right now? Wtf is this. I’m not prepared. Haha.
And here he comes smiling so sweetly holding a bunch of white combined red roses with dried tears on his face.
“I love you…” he mumbled. My heart… My goodness. I’m not supposed to cry but my tears started to fall.
I swiftly ran to his embrace and cried on his chest. “I love you too… Jimin.” I replied with all honesty.
He hugged me back while crying with me. Omg. And he pulled out something on his pocket and he ask me to turn around. As i did, he placed something on my neck, a necklace.
“This is my heart, Y/N…. It’s all yours. Look, I have mine too…” He chuckled as he wiped the tears on my eyes.
His necklace is indeed paired to mine. Oh god, this is so wonderful. How can I ever hate this person?
“Thank you so much, Jimin…” I smiled at him and wiped the tears in on his chubby cheeks.
This is indeed the most beautiful moment of my life.
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A/N: who wants to read the continuation? 😂
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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.
BTS reaction: he watches you do your make up
Prompt: BTS’s reaction to watching you do your make up
A/n: this is my first reaction pic thingy, I have never written for all the bts members, so, if it’s, like, bad thats why. ps, i really want to make an ot7 x reader, like I love all the ones I’ve read and there are not a lot and I just think they are all so cute (the few that exist). also this is hella self indulgent cause I wear so much effing make up and I just wanted to write this
Warnings: swearing, maybe? unedited, its in the style of head cannons sorta
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S e o k j i n
. aww this bby would be so amazed at your amazing craftsmanship
. he would stare at you with so much love and awe in his eyes
. if your eyes met in the mirror he’d totally wink at you
. tbh he would try to come up with make up puns and/or jokes
. they would make you giggle
. he’d jokingly say smth like ‘put some on me babe’ then panic when you said okay lmao
Y o o n g i
. I feel like he would be uninterested with the base shit, like primer, foundation, blush, bronzer/contour, etc, etc
. but then you started doin’ weird shit like a motherfuckin’ cut-crease with some kill-a-bitch-sharp eyeliner
. he was like, ‘woah, how you do that?’
. and you’d internally be like, aww my bby, and proceed to show him a step-by-step on your other eye
. he’s think it’s hella rad how your make up could go from a dark and sultry smoky eye to a pink and red cut crease
H o s e o k
. awwwwwwwww this boi would be so involved!! he would hype you up so much, it’s not even funny
. he would pick out the colors for your eyeshadow and ask hella questions on how to blend shit
. he’d ask, politely ofc, how you got into make up, and what your favorite part of your face is to do, etc, etc,
. he’d gaze at you in the mirror with the biggest fucking smile and hella heart eyes
. and when you’re done, he’d be like ‘wow, my baby is so talented’ in a joking tone, but like he meant hella business
N a m j o o n
. he’s not as interested and Hoseok, but still has hella heart eyes
. he also doesn’t, pay a lot of attention, I guess ??? idk how to put this
. he mostly is just looking at his phone, sorta uninterested, but not like in a bad way
. he’s just used to seeing you do your whole up-do and knows the order it goes in, just not the technical make up-y terms, ya know?
. he knows all abnout your make up and what you do, yet overtime he sees the final product, he’s always, with out fail, blown away, ya just so damn pretty
J i m i n
. ahhhhh, this mochi is so endeared by you!!!
. when you’re like blending out your foundation, he thinks its so funny, your like hitting yourself with your beauty blender
. he also is really interested with the technical brush names and likes how you ‘know your way around your face’
. he lets you do his make up a lot, he really likes it when you touch his face when your putting moisturizer and primer on his face
. when you out make up on him, he enjoys the way the brushes feel on his face, also loved the way you look so concentrated when you do both your and his make up
T a e h y u n g
. this boy is so annoying while you are tryin’ to concentration
. while you were doing your mascara, he’d like cup your elbow and push up your arm and mess up your whole eye look
. you would try to get mad, you honestly would, but he’d flash that boxy smile at you and giggle cutely and you’d have to smile and giggle back
. he, like Hoseok, enjoys to pick out the colors for you eye make up and pretends to go blind when he sees your highlighter
. likes to preform commentary on what your doing and just completely getting everything wrong along the way
J u n g k o o k
. this cutie is beaming at you once you ‘reveal’ your final product
. he loves to pick out your lipstick and attempt to put it on you
. tbh, if he messes up the lipstick even in the slightest, he just goes, oops and smears it all the way down your chin
. he thinks its so cool when you do your contour and you could completely change your facial structure and how blush bring color to your face
. he thinks its adorable how focused you are when blending or doing eye liner, tbhm he’s just in love with you
BTS reaction, Hyung Line: you being clingy / cuddly
a/n: this is my second bts reaction, i hope you enjoy
warnings: swearing, hints at smut, lowercase is intentional, unedited
Bts Hyung line reaction to you being cuddly / clingy
Maknae line
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S e o k j I n
the dorm’s heater was broken and unfortunately, winter was approaching and it was approaching fast. the days were darker and much, much colder. the boys seemed mostly unaffected by the lack of heat in the infamous bts dormitory. you on the other hand? not so much.
everyone was dressed in some type of hoodie or jacket and perhaps cuddled up next to some one to keep warm. you had slipped into your favorite sweater Jin owned, his famous pink hoodie.
the long, long on you at least, sweater had been just barely enough for the past half hour, but as the sun set and sunshine no longer shone through the blinds, shivers began to rack your body.
you closed your eyes and wrapped the blanket and sweater tighter around you. the living room was not silent, but it wasn’t hella loud either.
you could hear Overwatch being played by Jungkook and Taehyung in the background along with their slight banter. you couldn’t quite make out what they were saying, but you could hear Jimin, Hobi, and Namjoon whispering amongst themselves with Yoongi’s head on Hobi’s lap.
as you grew colder by the minute, you began to wonder where your boyfriend was at the moment.
you brought your head up, opened your eyes and looked around the room for Jin.
Jimin saw your furrowed brows and spoke up, “he’s in the kitchen, noona.”
“ahh, thanks, Chim Chim.” he smiled and hummed in reply.
you wandered into the kitchen and found Jin sitting at the island scrolling through an article on his laptop.
you found your way over to him, wrapping your arms around his waist and burying your head in his upper back.
this is what you were talkin ’ about, he was so much warmer than the couch was.
“hey there,” he murmured, tilting his head back towards you, a small smile gracing his plump lips.
“hmm,” was the only reply you could muster, finally getting some heat that you had desired.
his warmth seeped through both his and your- actually his again- sweaters. you nuzzled your face deeper into his back, humming in content at his smell and comforting presence.
“you cold, love?” he asked, feeling the chill of your hands through the soft material of his jumper.
“mhm.”
although you couldn’t see it, he smiled, removing his hands from the granite countertop to take your hands into his own.
he unlocked your hands that had intertwined with themselves and tucked them into his connected front hoodie pocket.
Jin felt you smile against his back as you intertwined your hands with each other again.
he smiles to himself thinking about how cute you are when your cuddly and continued to scroll down the Buzzfeed article that was most likely about food.
Y o o n g I
Yoongi had been working a lot more recently, composing new songs left and right. he’s been doing so amazing, along with the rest of BTS, with the recent comeback and the end of the Wings Tour.
listen, you didn’t wanna sound clingy… but goddamn, you missed yo mans. and you’d be damned if you didn’t at least try to gain his attention.
you crept into his room to see him at his computer, his black, noise canceling headphones on, light clicking noises and soft breaths being the only thing filling the quite room.
you felt bad that you were going to startle him in his peaceful, focused state… actually… no you’re not.
you wound your arms around his waist and nuzzled your head into the crook of his neck.
he jumped a little, shoving his headphones off and turning his head towards yours.
upon seeing your smiling features, he relaxed into your hold. removing his hands from the keypad and onto your hands that were still resting on his midsection.
“hey,” you mumbled into his neck.
“hey,” he murmured back, “you need something baby?”
“yes.”
“…you gonna tell me what that is, sweetheart?”
“cuddles… with you.”
“i’ve gotta finish this tr-”
“mmmmm,” you hummed loudly over his response, the vibrations cursing through the sensitive skin of his neck, making his relax further into the leather chair and your embrace.
…..
you eventually convinced him he needed a nap, which was not that hard, that boy was always down for a nap.
you sighed contently as he tightened his embrace around your waist and let out a hot puff of air onto the top of your head.
you smiled and giggled, snuggling further into his hoodie clad chest.
“what’s got you so giggly?”
“my man’s paying me attention, what’s there not to be happy about?”
he only hummed in response.
“hyung! Namjoon broke like three glasses when we were emptying the-ahhhh, my eyes! my innocent eyes!” Jungkook interrupted himself as he entered Yoongi’s room, immediately regretting it and slamming the door, running back into the kitchen.
you giggled again, and covered your mouth with one of your sweater paws in an attempt to stifle your laughter.
“I suppose you should go deal with that, babe,” you managed to get out around your giggles.
he only huffed as he unwillingly rose from his place, his has jutting out to tickle your side in an attempt to cease your teasing.
you watched him leave with a smile on your face, patiently awaiting his return.
H o s e o k
Hoseok had invited you out to dinner with the rest of the members. you had agreed vehemently, jumping at the chance to spend time with your adorable boyfriend.
getting out of the car, you laced your hand with Hobi’s, smiling up at him when he looked down at you.
entering the restaurant you felt a cold shiver wrack your body. you wrap your arms around the muscular arm that beheld the hand you were holding earlier and cuddle into his shoulder.
the eight of you were set at a table towards the back near a window, the lighting very dim and the moonlight cascading down through the window onto the glittering champagne glasses, creating a relaxing ambiance.
as everyone looks at the menu you subtly nuzzle your fave into the crook of Hobi’s neck.
he looks down at you, “are you okay, love?”
you nod against his neck, “it’s just cold in here.”
he chuckled at you and shrugs off his red jacket, “for you m’lady”
“aww, Hobi! that’s so sweet, thank you,” you aww over his gentlemanly-ness and his good hearted nature.
…
as dinner was served and the meal was in full swing, conversation flurrying around the table, you found yourself looking out the window.
you weren’t antisocial, it’s not that you didn’t like the other members - you loved them with all your heart - you were just… sleepy.
the weight of Hoseok’s jacket on your shoulders, the sent of him wafting off the jacket along with the aroma of the dinner laid on the table in front of you, and the warmth of Hobi’s hand on your thigh made you begin to feel sleepy.
when you were sleepy, you became needy. not sexual needy, but affection needy, and not only affection needy- but Hobi’s affection needy.
your hand slithers from its place on top of Hobi’s hand that’s ontop of your thigh into the crook of his elbow and lift your head from the window onto his shoulder and sigh contently.
he gives you a side glance, then looks back up at Taehyung putting one finger up indicating to give him a second to speak to you.
“are you sleepy, jagiya?”
“mhm.”
“we’re almost done, sweetheart, then I’m all yours,” he hums, kissing the top of your head.
“awww, hyung, your so good to her, where can I find a man like you?” Taehyung giggles, his boxy smile manifesting on his flawless face.
you smile sleeply and burry your face deeper into Hoseok’s shoulder.
…
the two of you had eventually found your way into bed, his arms wound tightly around you and you head buried in his chest and your breaths slow and even, neither of you caring about all the commotion rumbling outside in the dorm’s living room.
N A M J O O N
Namjoon was driving the two of you back from the studio in your car. you had come to visit him and bring him some dinner and wait for him to finish up whatever he was doing at that moment.
you were pretty sleepy, the two of you hadn’t gotten much sleep last night. he’d kept you up with multiple orgasms last night, hey - you weren’t complaining! but despite your love for orgasms, and your dominant boyfriend, he wore you the fuck out.
Namjoon’s thumb began rubbing slow circles on your jean clad knee, his other hand staying at 12 o’clock on the steering wheel.
the combination of his slow circles and the soft music on the radio lulled you into a light sleep, your head rolling to lay on the car window.
“baby, we’re home, it’s time to wake up,” Namjoon’s soft voice and light shake of your shoulder rose you from your peaceful slumber.
once you came to, you brought your loosely curled fists to your eyes and rubbed your eyes lightly. you opened you eyes to see Namjoon to your right, you door open and him crouching down to your level between the car and the car door.
“hey,” he whispered, wanting more than anything not to startle you in your adorable sleepy state.
“wassup,” you slurred back, your brain not yet functioning properly.
“let’s get you inside, yeah?” he murmured to you and he reached over your waking form to unbuckle your seatbelt.
you giggle as his hands brushed your side and his head rests on your breasts for a split second.
he managed to get past your grumbles of ‘i can do it myself, Joonie’ and helped you out of the car. as soon as your sneakers hit the pavement of the driveway and the car door was shut, Namjoon literally swept you off your feet and carried you bridal style into the dorms.
once you were safely in Namjoon’s room, after he had to endure the plethora of teasing from the other members.
‘Ahhh hyung!!’
‘cute… I guess’
‘you carry that princess, boi!’ ‘you do too much, Tae’
Namjoon being the gentleman he was, he asked if it was okay to undress you and redress you for bed, you said “boy, you can do more than undress me tONIGHT, if you know what I mean!” then proceeded to plop down onto his bed and burry your head into the pillows.
he took that as a yes.
once he dressed you in a cozy hoodie of his- which was very hard by the way, you continually made grabby hands at him and latching onto his shirt, tugging at the material in an attempt to get him to lay on top of you and cuddle, he slipped into his basketball shorts and stole away into the covers with you.
he pulled you closer by your waist, your head immediately nuzzling into his neck, his sent filling your nose instantly, his almost, and I mean almost, unbearable warmth lulling your right back to sleep.
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BTS reaction Maknae line: you being cuddly / clingy
a/n: soooo, im so hype, erryone love my hyung line of this...also!help me write for these guys better, tell me how I can write better, thanks boo
warnings: swearing,, lowercase is intentional, my weird-ass wording and weird “slang” I use (just don’t mind me, yo), and a meme reference, sorry not sorry
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drum roll please… presenting….
…. BTS Maknae Line reaction: you being cuddle / clingy
J I M I N
bitchhhhh this gif makes me weak
you were waiting at the dorm for Jimin to get home, it was your scheduled movie night, that included the rest of Bangtan… sometimes…
he was supposed to be here 45 minutes ago. it doesn’t bother you as much as it did in the beginning of your relationship, you’ve seen first hand how hard he works and how often he can overwork himself, thus the reason this Friday-night-move-night was created, to get his the relax a lil bit.
you almost done with practice bby?
yes, we’re on our way home, why?
I just want to cuddle and watch movies with you.
ahhhh cute, y/n
I try 👌🏾
the little read symbol popped up and you set your phone on the couch cushion and decided to pop some popcorn and prepare all your favorite movie night snacks.
not even ten minutes after the popcorn stopped popping the bois, sorry, boys stagger one by one into the dorm shouting their various greetings at you and heading to shower.
Jimin finds his was into the kitchen in search of you. before he can wrap his arms around your waist you catapult yourself into his arms,
“ahh, babe, careful!” he laughs at your enthusiasm and secures your legs around his waist and a strong hand on your back and looks up into your smiling eyes.
“I missed you.”
“you saw me eight hours ago, silly,” he says with a twinkle in his eyes as he gives you one last squeeze and sets you down.
“I know but….” you attempt to form a response.
“how about we make up for lost time,” he smirks at you and tugs you into him by your waist, his hit breath hitting your neck, “forget the movie, I need to eat you up, jagi.”
“Chim..” you breathe as his lips attack your sweet spot, his hands wandering up from your side to brush the sides on your breasts through your tank top.
“I love popcorn, smells so good, I’m hype - I don’t know ‘bout you, hyung, but I’m ready for some mother fu-” Namjoon covers Tae’s mouth before he could curse and the two of them enter the kitchen, causing you and Jimin to jump away from each other.
Namjoon, of course, was obvious to what the two of you were doing, but Tae eyed they two of you suspiciously, but quickly ditched his sneaking suspicion for the bowl of popcorn wait on the counter.
…
After everybody had showered, the movie started. It was Jungkook’s turn to pick the movie and tonight it was Furious 7. every time it was his turn to pick the movie he picked the next Fast and Furious movie, wanting, ultimately, to watch all eight.
you were cuddled up to Jimin, he now wore the Blue and White striped shirt. he knows, he fucking knows, what his cute lil sweater paws do to you. he knows they can make a bitch melt.
you almost squeal as he wraps an arm around your shoulder letting you cuddle into his warm side.
his hand starts to rub your arm ever so soothingly. you absolutely melt - as predicted - into his loving embrace.
you admire his dazzling, no not just dazzling, beautiful, elegant features, and you ponder, of just a moment, how you got so goddamn lucky to snach yourself such a snack like him.
your eyes lock back on the screen, not wanting to test your luck with being caught so openly staring at him - cause shit, that’d be embarrassing.
he looks down at you, your (eye color) eyes locked on the screen. as he admires your features, he wonders the same thing you pondered just a few seconds ago about him, except he wondered it about you - his amazing girlfriend, and hopefully wife… if he got lucky.
T A E H Y U N G
“dude! just shoot him!” Taehyung yells into the microphone on his headset at Jungkook.
Taehyung was over at your apartment playing Overwatch with Jungkook. you may be asking, “y/n, why do you have Overwatch at your apartment? do you play?”
well, your adorable boyfriend had insisted you have a PlayStation at your house so he could just bring his disk to play at your place. when you tried your damnedest to protest he just shushed you and insisted it was mandatory.
back to the current situation.
Taehyung was very focused on his game, not that you minded, he was still doing what you had asked for an hour ago…
will you come over?
sure! i’ll cum over 🍆🍆👅👀🙈😳
tae!
fine fine, yes i’ll come over, boo
🖕🏾❤️
that’s the story of how Taetae ended up on your couch yelling at Jungkook.
you were straddling him with your arms loosely wrapped around his neck, you hand resting on the back of the couch looking at your Instagram feed with your eyes peeking out of Tae’s neck.
Tae held back his shouts of protest as his and Jungkook’s team were loosing, buuut,,, he could not hold back the shout of “no!” as he was killed by a player on the opposing team.
you giggled at his antics as you like one of Namjoon’s pictures.
this continued like this for the next half hour until you became bored of your feed and slowly became more fidgety on his lap.
Tae, the sweetie that he is, felt your shift in focus as he heard the click of your phone being locked and felt you burry your face deeper into the crook of his neck and felt your eyelashes tickle his skin as your eyes flutter shut.
he brought his hand to rub at your back in slow circles as he came to a loading screen on his game.
his hands soon left your sweater-clad back and returned to the controller to continue the game.
your breathing had synced not long after getting on his lap, you hadn’t realized how relaxing it was until you felt your eyes sting with exhaustion when attempting to keep them open and alert.
you tried so hard to stay awake and savor this precious cuddle time with your favorite man, but sleep had already laced it’s hand with your’s and was tugging you along further and further until your eyes shut completely and you were once again curled up and asleep in Tae’s warm embrace.
Tae encircled his arms around you after turning off the console. he felt your deep, even breaths as your chest rose and fell against his own.
he kisses the side of your head and relaxes into the back of the couch and turns off the lamp sitting on the table next to the couch. he closes his eyes and just lets thoughts come and go, floating freely in the vast, intelligent space of his mind.
he smiled to himself, thinking to himself of how luck he was to have at you
J U N G K O O K
you watched Jungkook and the rest of the boys preform Go
you couldn’t help but think to your self how good your Kookie looked in his multicolored jumper, he looked like a mother fucking snacc if you’d ever seen one, better than tide pods, jk jkjkjk lmaooo. but like, he also looked like the cutest bunny ever and you couldn’t decide which one he looked like more.
a couple of hours later when you knew he and the others would be on their way to the dorms, you texted him.
heyyyy, BunBun?
yes, noona?
will you come over? I wanna cuddle…
yessss, I missed you so much! I was waiting for you to text meeee
read 10:34
you were on the edge of your seat as you awaited his return.
you waited forever, time dragged on and on, you felt your eyes droop with sleep, how long had it been? you texted Kook hours ago…
you look at the clock mounted on the wall,
10:37
…what the actual hell, you texted him three minutes ago.
“to hell with this,” you mumble to yourself as you got up to shower and go through you nightly routine.
…
after you shower, you shift through your pantie drawer only to stumble upon a couple of unopened sheet mask you had never used.
biiiitch, a hoe ‘bout to treat herself, you think as you through on some panties and one of Junkook’s white t-shirts on.
you were just laying your blanket on the back of the couch when there was a knock at the door.
Jungkook
you fling the door open to reveal a smiling Bunny, you through yourself into his arms. he chuckled at you and slowly walks the two of you into your apartment and shuts the door.
you pull back to greet him but he beats you to it.
“the hell is on your face?”
“a sheet mask, it’s good for the skin. but you aren’t here for a skin care routine, you are here for quality y/n and Jungkook time.”
“sounds like the dream to me.”
he’s still looking at your face in puzzlement when you got a brilliant idea.
“Kookie?” “yes, my love?” “can I try something?”
…
it was five minutes later and your and Jungkook were sitting on your bed looking at each other with baby blue face masks adorning your faces with your phone timer for fifteen minutes sitting on the bed in-between the two of you.
“this is boring.”
“this is fun!” you both say at the same time, you with enthusiasm.
“ugh, Jungkook! it’ll be over in ten minutes and then we cuddle.”
…
Jungkook hand fallen asleep a little bit ago, his breathing now deep and relaxed, you on the other hand couldn’t fall asleep just yet, the feeling of him in such close proximity was making you giddy with love.
goddamn, you thought, Jungkook is one hell of a catch
life’s sweetest moments
pairing: (bts) ot7 x reader
word count: 2.0k
warnings: swearing, probs shitty grammar, THE TERM BITCH IS USED ENDEARINGLY and if that triggers you, sorry,, my friends and I do that so its a habit, plus I think it’s cute....
a/n: ya girl been seein Black-haired Bangtan™️,,, and ya girl has been VERY triggered, they lookin like snaccs,,,, I was also inspired by @hepataetis ‘s jiae’s ot7 head cannons which were *kisses fingertips* beautiful. also... sorry bitches I been GONE I feel soooo bad, dude. this blog has been a desert, I been so gone and I got zeRO excuses. sorry b
masterlist
▫️game night▫️
“boy you needa stop, yo fine ass is cheating so hard right now,” you exclaim as you shield your cards away from Taehyung’s prying eyes.
“bitch! what about him!” Tae exclaims and points at Jungkook accusingly.
you whip your head around in just enough time to see Jungkook quickly look away from your cards which were angled towards him in an attempt to hide them from the original cheater.
“DUDE! what the fuck? you were supposed to NOT cheat on me!” you pout at kookie with a stink eye.
“Woah! whose cheating on our little angel?” Hobi asks as he comes back into the room with Yoongi in tow, caring a large red bowl of popcorn for the six other residents on the floor of the dorm’s living room.
“hey, I thought I was the little angel!” Jimin huffs from the other side of the circle the eight of you had formed.
“you are, baby, the cutest angel we’ve ever seen,” Namjoon smiles at Jimin and pinches his cheek affectionately.
"what about me? what am I, chopped liver?” you joke winking at Jimin, who smiles at you shyly after your wink.
“you’re our little girl.”
your head shoots up at the response. Tae smirks at you as he brings his hand up to brush a lock of hair behind your ear. He leans down and kisses the shell of your ear, hot, wet pants leaving his mouth as he smirked against your ear.
“yah! Tae stop it, this is family friendly game night. does someone need to be put in-between the two of you?” Jin smiled at the two of you, seriousness creeping into his tone. he may or may not have been a little serious at separating the two of you.
once everyone settled down, it was Yoongi’s turn to go.
“I believe I know who did it, it was the yellow guy-”
“his name is Colonel Mustard.”
“get the fuck outta here, Kook. the murder was Colonel Mustard with the candle stick, in the mother fucking bathroom.” Yoongi pulled out the three cards that were placed in the little yellow confidential folder at the start of the game. he looks at the cards and proceeded to flick them across the room victoriously as he got up and danced his adorable little victory dance.
“damn, I was about to guess the same thing.”
“that’s too bad, babe. ya snooze, ya snooze, Hobi.”
you giggled as Yooni continued to shake around and taunt the others.
you love game night. correction, you love your boys.
▫️soft mornings▫️
your eyes flutter open to see Namjoon beside you still blissfully asleep, his eyes moving behind his eyelids, his eyelashes brushing his cheekbones softly.
the harsh morning rays of the sun filter through the curtains and bathe the room in a soft golden glow. the sunlight makes Namjoon’s skin glow as you admire him through sleepy eyes.
you raise your hand to lightly brush the hair that had fallen into Namjoon’s eyes. as you rake your hands through his black locks, his eyes flutter open to meet your adoring eyes.
“g’ ‘morning,” he croaks in his husk morning voice.
“a good morning it is,” you smile at the beautiful man in front of you.
you lift your head off the pillow just enough to look around the room in search for the other boy who should be in bed with the two of you as well. but alas, Taehyung is nowhere to be seen.
the sound of socks sliding then stumbling on the hardwood floor outside in the hallway turn your attention to the door before Jungkoook, Taehyung, Hoseok, and Jin are in the doorway, looking quite disheveled.
Jucgkook’s face light up at the sight of you and Namjoon cuddled up together under the duvet. his smile turns into a smirk as an evil plan formulates in his head.
Jungkook and Taehying smile at each other as they join hands and run creep towards the bed.
“no, don’t, c’mon, its like nine in the morning,” you whine as you realize what the two are up to.
Tae’s boxy smile appears along with Kookie’s bunny smile as they dash to the warm bed in which you reside. the two children men giggle as they jump onto the bed and on to you and Namjoon.
Namjoon smiles sleepily at Jungkook as he wraps an arm around the maknae’s waist after he fell atop the rapper.
Taehyung flashes you his adorable boxy smile as he looks into your eyes that makes you absolutely melt into the bedsheets. you wrap your unoccupied left arm around his neck as his head falls into the crook of your neck and giggles.
Hoseok grins at their antics and spring into the middle of the small dog pile on the soft sheets of the bed. Hobi wiggles himself in between yourself and Namjoon, a very difficult task if I must say. He lays himself on his back as he looks up at Jungkook and Taehyung.
“aish, you guys are too cute.”
the five of you turn your heads towards the voice coming from the doorway.
Seokjin is standing there in a large, soft pastel pink sweatshirt with handsome embroidered on the left breast accompanied by a small rose. you had gotten it for him for his birthday two years ago. despite it’s two year- and counting- lifespan, it was still in pristine condition thanks to Jin’s delicate care whilst washing it.
he smiles gently at the sight in front of him, he couldn’t stop grinning if he wanted to.
“breakfast is almost ready, you guys are the last to get up,” Jin winks a the two of you, well aware of the activities that happened in this room last night between you, Namjoon, and Tae. he’s well aware that himself and Jeon did just the same thing in the latter’s bedroom.
“even Yoongi-hyung is up before you guys,” Hoseok lifts his head up from where it resides in your neck to beam up at you with adoring, sparkling eyes.
Seokjin saunters towards the pile of limbs on the bed and lightly shakes Kooke’s and Tae’s legs, compelling them to get up. the two boys reluctantly untangle themselves from yourself and Namjoon, followed by Hoseok.
the trio practically bounce of the room, excitement running through their veins at the anticipation of the breakfast Seokjin has prepared for the eight residents in the dorm.
Seokjin sits down beside you on the bed, leans over you, and kisses Namjoon on the forehead and brushes the hair out of his eyes, a product of Jungkook’s playing and messing with it when they were cuddled on top of each other just moments ago.
Jin then leans down and kisses your forehead and brushes a stray hair behind your ear.
“the others are waiting for you in the kitchen, my loves.”
▫️the arcade ▫️
“we promise we’ll be good! best behavior, we swear it. just, please can we go?” Hoseok pleads with you. the dancer has been itching to play skii-ball and pac-man for what seems like ages. he does not plan on letting up on you anytime in the near future.
you look up from your book and into Hoseok’s eyes. he's kneeling infront of you with big pleading eyes, eyebrows furrowed with the pout painted on his face.
you close your eyes and let out a sigh of defeat.
once the sound enters Hobi’s ears, he leaps to his feet and shouts out in victory. this causes a few heads to pop up and broad smiles to spread across the faces of the rest of the boys’ faces.
“don't get excited too fast, boys,” you say as you shut your book and rise to your feet.
shoulders slump as disappointed sighs and annoyed groans fill the room.
“you seven have to be on your absolute best behavior. I will not be scolded again by Bang for your rowdy behavior like last time. the world is your playground, but sometimes that playground is in public and around other people and have rules about wearing shoes,” you look pointedly at Taehyung, “just pinky swear you bunch will be on your best behavior.”
the boys light up at your statement. shouts of agreement fly out of the hyper boys’ mouths.
Hobi surges forward and swoops you into his arms and swings you around as he giggles in excitement. you smile fondly at his actions, your slight annoyance melting away at the sight of his happiness.
the rest of the boys follow the dancer’s lead and form a group hug around you and bask in the love.
“hyung, come join, we wanna hug you too!” Jungkook exclaims.
heads turn to look at Yoongi who was hovering around the back of a chair, unsure if he wanted to join the love fest happening in the middle of the living room.
hearing Kookie call out to him, a small smile forms on his lips as he feels himself go soft, though he would deny it ever happened if confronted. he saunters towards the seven of you laughing at the cheers everyone lets out.
. : .
things go smoothly at the arcade, much to your surprise. you’ve been at Dave and Busters for about an hour and you’ve decided to take a break and sit at the booth that Tae nicknames home base, cause we’ll comeback here for our food and more money for coins and it’s where we’ll be together, just like our real home!
you’re scrolling on your instagram feed for the time being, you were in dire need of a break from six consecutive rounds of skii-ball with Hobi.
Yoongi slides in the booth beside you. you look up at him and he smiles down at you. you lean up and slowly mold your lips to his. the kiss is slow as the two of you pour your love into the kiss. you swipe your tongue across his bottom lip affectionately and pull away with a smile.
he smirks down at you and pulls you closer to his side, his warmth seeping into you, his scent engulfs your senses and lulls you into a relaxed state.
a few minutes later, the rest of the boys scramble into the booth, their energy giddy with happiness and excitement.
“have you boys been having fun?” you ask, already knowing the answer from the smiles on their faces.
their smiles grow wider, if that was even possible. the maknae line giggle and scoot closer to each other, smiles so wide their cheeks hurt. they finally look up at you at the same time.
Jungkook and Taehyung glance at Jimin, then at you. Kook nudges Jimin’s side, coaxing him along.
“what are you three hiding?” you eye the trio suspiciously.
“we won you this, noona!” Jimin exclaims as he holds up a small, pink whale plushie.
you awe and coo over how adorable the three of them are.
“oh, you boys are so sweet, aww, that’s so cute of you guys,” you gush, still glued to Yoongi’s side.
you sit up and lean over the table and accept the plushie from Jimin. you grab his hand in yours before he can retract it and give it a chaste kiss.
Jimin blushes at the praise and sweet kiss with a wide smile.
. : .
as the eight of you eat your meal, you look around the table and smile to yourself. well I'll be damned, these boys are all mine.
-fin-
stranger than fiction (1)
→ 📖 pairing: assistant!jimin x novelist!mc
→ ☕ genre: enemies to lovers, angst, fluff, eventual smut
→ 🚬 word count: 3k
→ 🍝 summary: you are a reclusive author who wants nothing more than to be left alone so you can write at your own pace. jimin is the youngest executive assistant at Lucky Coin Publishers, and he’s never once been intimidated by a writer or their current project. that is, until he’s assigned to help you complete your latest novel. and you aren’t pleased about it.
→ 🍷 content warnings: profanity, smoking, jimin is very determined, mc is very grumpy, sexual tension.
→ 🖊 a/n: loosely based on a relationship from the movie stranger than fiction and also the tv show black books. thanks for reading :)
series masterlist → next chapter
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