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BTS SCENARIO: BABYSITTER 3 (PARK JIMIN)
Part 1, Part 2
Ever since that day, you and Jimin had never got along. Surprisingly, nothing happened when you came to babysit Jiwoon the next day. Mr. and Mrs. Park didn’t say a word to you, it was like nothing happened. Jimin was unfortunately staying for a whole two weeks and you couldn’t dread the following days more.
You didn’t understand why Jiwoon would still need a babysitter when Jimin was here but you understood soon enough when not even half an hour after the Parks had left that a group of boys came outside the house and Jimin went to God knows where with them.
Jimin would go out every single day but only for two hours or so. After coming back, he’d disturb you all the time, when you were watching over Jiwoon as he did his homework or when you were watching TV with him, Jimin would bug you all the time. He’d pass off remarks that made your blood boil but you kept your mouth shut for the sake of Jiwoon’s innocent mind.
That day you were taking Jiwoon out with you to the supermarket since Jiwoon wanted pasta and there wasn’t any in the house. Jiwoon seemed pretty excited to be going out with you. Jimin, as usual, was gone with his friends not that you cared.
You opened the door ready to step out when the sight of Park Jimin startled you.
“Going somewhere?” He smirked.
“None. Of. Your. Business.” You gritted out each word.
“Noona, let’s go.” Jiwoon said running to you excitedly before noticing Jimin.
Jimin looked at his dongsaeng before raising a brow at you.
“You see, it is my business if you’re taking my brother.” He said fake smiling at you but you could see the evil glare in his eyes.
“Jimin hyung, you’re here?” Jiwoon said excitedly walking towards Jimin.
“Are you going with us too?” He asked and you wanted facepalm.
“Where?” Jimin asked turning to Jiwoon and crouching down to his level.
“Y/N’s taking me to the market, she also promised to buy me ice cream.” Jiwoon told and you felt like putting your hand over Jiwoon’s mouth so he could stop telling Jimin of your plans.
“So will you come?” You literally wanted to cry in frustration now.
“Y-” Jimin started but you beat him to it.
“No, he won’t. You won’t, will you?” You said turning to Jimin and gave him a meaningful glare.
“Actually, I would.” Jimin replied smirking at you.
Your lips turned into a scowl giving him a death stare.
You kept walking either too fast or too slow in order to avoid walking next to Jimin. At the supermarket, you just wanted to pick up the packet of pasta and be done with it and you were exactly going to do that when you saw him. Kang Jonghae, your long time crush. He was your sunbae, he graduated this year and you couldn’t have been more sad. Oh, what you would give to be his girlfriend!
You cursed mentally regretting your decision to not wear makeup or brushing your hair properly. You probably looked like a ghost. You hoped he won’t see you when Jiwoon called your name rather loudly from behind you asking you to check out something and ran off. You let out a defeated sigh knowing Jonghae will surely approach you now. He was friendly with you but that was it, no special feelings. He had friend zoned you and nothing hurt more than that.
Just like you predicted, Jonghae did approach you.
“Ah, Y/N!” You resisted the urge to cry out as you heard his angelic voice say your name.
“What a pleasant surprise. Grocery shopping?” You turned to face him and couldn’t stop smiling at him. Were you looking presentable enough to be in front of him? That thought scared you. Right at that moment Jimin came strolling in carelessly as he stood next to you.
"Oh is this your friend?" Jonghae asked.
“Something like that.” You let out running a hand through your hair wondering if it looked greasy, you hoped not. Jimin wanted to say something but let it go.
You were startled when a girl approached and addressed Jonghae as jagi. Your world crashed down in front of your very eyes and the word jagi kept repeating in your head.
“Oh, jagi, are you done? This is my friend Y/N.” Jonghae introduced you to his girlfriend who only nodded her head at you in a form of greeting.
“By the way do you finally have someone now?“ He asked turning to you. Your mouth opened to utter the word no when Jimin did something completely crazy.
"She does, we’re together.” Jimin said taking a hold of your hand and pulling you closer shocking you beyond belief.
-To Be Continued-
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《 Sunday Is For The Boy 》
summary ↠ Sunday nights are easily your single most favorite time of the whole week. Getting lost in the pages of your favorite book while responsibility is a thing of the past and schedules are to be worried about tomorrow. Jimin coming home early from practice and sleepily demanding your affection only makes this particular Sunday night worth leaning into all the more.
genre ↠ oh the FLUFF member ↠ park jimin warnings ↠ clingy baby word count ↠ 2.9k
moodboard from Pintrest || No request, I’m just feeling uwu soft for Jimin today, so here’s this. It’s pointless and fluffy. Enjoy.
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Sunday nights.
It’s the solitary time when everything behind you is finally settling itself into the past week, and the events of the upcoming haven’t quite begun. They always feel the most peaceful, the few blissful hours of mindless attention you’re allowed to give to whatever you want always leaving you with a moment’s respite to look forward too amidst the hectic and grueling schedule of this fall semester. The hours of the passing days seem to be continuously eaten by the ravenous jaws of term papers, group projects, and covered shifts at your part time on campus, though you’re not entirely bitter towards your tight slate.
Having a boyfriend as busy as Jimin makes being someone with too much free time on their hands the equivalent of a wandering beggar, constantly searching for something to fill the vast holes of time he spends at rehearsal, or the even wider gaps of distance he spends running halfway around the world breaking hearts and making history. That’s an alternate reality that you never want to experience, much more content to be worn and weary at the end of each week if only to make these brief moments of rest all the more sweet. You’ve come to quite enjoy being as booked as Jimin: it doesn’t allow near as much time to notice when he’s not there, even at times like this when you know he’s just across the city at the studio, scheduled to be in the country for at least another month before flying off to places unknown once again.
But these thoughts are far from you at the moment, your eyes gripped between the smoothly inked pages of the book laying in your lap, printed words painting a vivid wall of a world around you, encasing your attentions inside and away from the worries of the week. This is usually how you spend your Sunday’s, raptured by the written word or occasionally sucked into an addicting binge on Netflix that you’ve been dying to finish. The novel currently splayed over your blanketed legs, however, has demanded its finishing since the moment you opened the cover, the characters and plot just too unique and immersive to put down.
Your fingers fiddle anxiously along the edge of the page, eyes unable to absorb the scene fast enough as you race through the paragraph, itching to turn the leaf and discover who the true identity of the antagonist is. The breath in your chest is audibly quickening, the eloquently drawn descriptions leaving you yearning to read on as the intensely arcing plot draws deaf ears to the sound of the front door swinging open and then shut with a dull bang.
You’re blindly unaware of the body kicking their shoes off at the door and shrugging their jacket away from the firm shape of shoulders, a taxed sigh passing through parted lips as they do so. Your eyes continue to ski down the slopes of words, eagerly drinking in the last few sentences before the climax–
“Mhh-hm.” The abrupt sound of a throat being cleared to the side of you jolts you away from the story, imaginary walls tumbling down around you as you flit wide eyes from the pages, turning with surprise to find Jimin, weary and hunched, standing just behind the couch.
“Jimin,” you breathe, relieved yet slightly confused. “Don’t you have rehearsal?” Scrunching your eyebrows, you bend to check the time on your phone, affirming that it’s much earlier than normal for Jimin to be anywhere but the studio.
“Hmmm,” Jimin hums in response, not really confirming or denying your question as he shuffles forward a few steps, stopping instead by the arm of your chair as he looks down at you, blond strands splayed in disarray, flopping loosely across his forehead. You gently fold the corner of your page, closing the cover with minute reluctance as you set it to the side of the armchair.
You look up at Jimin with raised brows for another moment, watching his serenely tired face, washed with the remnants of practice, expecting him to say something in explanation, but nothing comes. Instead, a slow, lopsided grin begins to take shape along the corners of his mouth, smooth face bending from obvious weariness into a placid gloss as he reaches down with one of his soft hands to slip his fingers between yours.
“C’mere,” he mumbles, tugging with enough gentle force to pull your body from the hug of the chair, your sock clad feet shuffling along the floor after him as he yanks you towards the couch, his own solid stature falling easily back against the cushions as you follow suit, left with no choice but to be lead atop his chest. You release a hushed yelp of surprise as you’re pulled against him, his hand leaving yours to instead aid his other in snaking around your waist, his head falling forward into the crook of your neck and shoulder, his plush lips pressing chastely upon the small sliver of skin exposed under your sweater.
You sigh into his touch, your book long forgotten amidst the arms of your lover as a shy smile fights its way onto your lips, your own head leaning against his. One of your hands raises to run up the curve of his neck, fingers fitting themselves in the mess of his hair while your nails slowly trail along his scalp. A low moan of contentment seeps from Jimin’s throat, vibrating against you as his grip tightens, fingers rubbing over the fabric of your top.
“You don’t have rehearsal?” you decide to ask again, gently against his soft hair, still somehow sweet smelling after all morning at work. He slowly shakes his head into your shoulder, his lips pressing on your skin once more.
“Tae wasn’t feeling well,” he explains unhurriedly, shifting slightly on the cushion to better fit you against him. “We got the rest of the day off.”
You hum in understanding, nodding as you continue to stroke gentle circles at the nape of his neck. “You didn’t want to go get some sleep at the dorms?” You shift your head to try and get a look at his face, but he only nuzzles further into you, wrapping the full length of his arms around your waist.
“I wanted to be with you,” he states quietly, his shoulders rising and falling at a sedated pace as your fingers move. You can’t help the baby smile that tugs at your lips, urging you to turn and press them against the crown of Jimin’s head with a lingering kiss, the reciprocating pressure of his embrace sending a warm tingle down your spine.
“Are you hungry?” you ask after a moment of blithe silence. He shakes his head into your neck, the warmth of his skin brushing yours.
“Hmmm,” you hum in thought. “Do you want to sleep?” Again, he shakes his head. “Do you want to do anything?” You lightly chuckle down at him, amused by his rooted, baby nature.
There’s a moment of silence, after which you assume Jimin isn’t planning on answering, so you begin to shift your weight, preparing to move off of him in an attempt to find something to pass the time when Jimin’s arms squeeze you back into his chest, his fingers fisting around the hem of your shirt as his nose nuzzles against the line of your collar bone, cool breath fanning along your skin. “Let’s watch a movie, jagi.”
“A movie?” you repeat, a little surprised by his odd request. Movies weren’t usually his thing, though at the mention of it, your heart is swelling, movie nights being one of the purest forms of comfort to you. You can’t think of a better way to spend your night in, and the fact that Jimin is asking to willingly participate only makes you warmer. “Okay, we can do that.”
“Can we watch it in your room?” he asks with the slightest whine in his voice, the end of his words turning up in an endearing and adorable manner that shouldn’t be allowed to come out of those lips.
You huff with a fond chuckle, pecking against the top of his head one last time. “Sure, babe.” You’re about to slip off of his lap, reaching your feet to the floor when Jimin’s arm is suddenly scooping under the bend of your legs, his other curling around the small of your back as he adeptly rises from the couch carrying you bridal style like it’s nothing to his weary limbs. A squeal escapes your lips as your hands flatten on his chest, steadying yourself from the sudden change of position, your wide eyes flying to Jimin’s to find his face alight with a boyish grin, crescent eyes squinting with delight as he laughs, turning and scampering off down the corridor with you hooked tightly in his arms.
“Jimin!” you reprimand, your hands holding onto the fabric of his shirt, wrinkling the material between the pressure of your fingers as you bounce along the hall, the bell-like giggles bubbling from Jimin’s chest leaving you dumbfounded as to where this sudden burst of energy has come from.
He rounds the corner to your bedroom, running into the dimly lit space before lithely tossing you from his arms and onto the plush mattress of the bed, a muted “oof” exhaling from your lungs as you make contact with the pile of decorative pillows. You push yourself up to the headboard, tossing a stray pillow that’s gotten in your way to the floor before you shoot a wide glare at Jimin, blowing a piece of fallen hair from your face.
“What?” he asks innocently, holding his stomach as a myriad of sweetly crafted giggles expels into the room.
“I don’t remember asking to be abducted,” you emphasize, reaching your hands up to stuff your wild strands into a messily wound bun as you roll your eyes. Jimin coos, feigning sympathy as he steps forward to you, his hand outstretched.
“Aw, is my baby mad at me?” he teases, his bottom lip jutting out with a dramatic pout. You turn your body from him with an indignant huff as his hand reaches for you, his arm stalling mid air as a slow, enamored grin steals away his lips. Suddenly, he’s bounding over the bed, his arms encircling you as he tugs your bodies into the mound of pillows, plush comfort blanketing where he has you captured, his strong grip holding you fast against him.
“Jimin!” you squeal in surprise, your hands splaying across the planes of his chest as you fight the relentless affection he’s stippling you with, plump pout puckered and peppering feathery kisses all over your face, your cheeks, your forehead, your nose, your jaw, and anywhere else he can reach.
“I’m sorry, yeobo,” he mewls, pressing his cheek to your hair as he squeezes you against him, your hands locked between the walls of your chests. “Forgive me?” Before you have time to answer, Jimin is back to showering you in kisses, his mouth hovering over every inch of skin above the collar of your sweater, the feel of his smile obvious against your neck as you begin to giggle into his shoulder, the tickling strands of his hair and the ministrations of his lips leaving you a pool of honey laughter.
“Jimiiiin,” you whine, shuffling in his grip as his laughter begins to softly mix with yours, the sound of it blithe. “Just pick a movie, you idiot.” You eventually manage to wriggle free of his hands and roll away from him, breathing heavily as you lay back against the headboard, watching with a blissful grin as Jimin slides from the bed and wanders to the stand sitting under the hanging TV against the opposite wall. He crouches there, sifting through your collection of various classics, romcoms, horror thrillers, and series, allowing you to admire the natural beauty of him for a quiet moment, grinning lopsidedly as his sweet face turns to hold up different selections, asking for your approval.
Eventually, you both decide on an old favorite of yours, an easy going comedy with an equally interesting plot, and Jimin slides it into the player, waiting for the beginning previews to appear before he turns and races back to the bed. Just before he makes a move to get in, however, he shifts and reaches for the bottom drawer of your dresser where he knows a few of his clothing items are stored for nights just like this one. He yanks out a darkly colored fabric before he begins changing.
The previews momentarily forgotten, your wandering eyes turn with your body to the side to watch as Jimin peels the material of his dark jeans from his muscular legs, allowing you a delicious view of his porcelain skin and the shape of his pert bottom rounded under the tight fit of his boxers before he tugs up a pair of sweatpants, the band sitting low on his jutting hips. His hands grip the hem of his dark shirt, before he pulls it up and over his head, discarding it along with pants on the floor as he opts to remain shirtless, much to your approval, your fingers already itching to trace countless, mindless patterns against the warm, smooth skin.
When he turns back to find you with your head leant in your hand, admiring the view, he mirrors your teasing smile, wiggling his brows at you before you roll your eyes, blushing hard at his seductive tactics as you giggle. He approaches the bed swiftly, peeling back the cozy comforter before he slides himself underneath it, casting a glance your way as he awaits you to do the same. You comply easily, silently thanking yourself for already having changed into a soft sweater and cotton shorts earlier in the evening as you fold your legs under the warm blanket, sighing into the cocoon of comfort.
Jimin wastes no time now, finally having you all to himself as he easily finds your body under the covers, his strong arms coiling around your waist as he pulls you into his side, the two of you meeting in the middle of the plush mattress. One of his arms remains tightly wound across the small of your back, curling you into his body, as his other hand snakes around to find the web of your fingers, slowly fitting his own between them as he rests your entwined embrace against the muscle of his smooth stomach. You hum in contentment, turning to gaze up at Jimin as you lay in his arms, the homeliness of them so familiar. He meets your gaze, hazelnut irises flitting glossily between yours as his lips twitch with a soft grin. You mirror his smile as he leans in, planting a slow and gentle kiss upon the jut of your lips as you sigh, the warmth spreading down your spine only melting you further into the lull of his hold.
As he pulls away, you fit your head in the juncture of his solid shoulder, the hand that isn’t held by Jimin’s curling around the side of his own back, searching for the line of his spine as your fingers begin to run lethargic tracks along it, reveling in the reverberating hum of gratification that rumbles through his chest.
The movie begins to play, then, and the night is ethereal. You half pay attention to what’s going on screen as you steep in the feeling of Jimin’s body against yours, smiling sedately to yourself at the sound of his squeaking laughter echoing around the room at every comical moment, his habit of needing to touch something when he laughs holding fast with every squeeze of his hand around yours or his arm around your waist. Your fingers continue to trail lazy lines across his back, your lips pecking soft affection against the rise of his collarbone whenever the urge strikes you, tingling when you feel his lips reciprocate in lingering issuances atop your head.
Halfway through the film, the both of you have slipped from sitting upright to splaying among the pillows, Jimin’s head still elevated enough to see the glowing plot play out on the TV. He seem’s to be enjoying himself, eyes blinking slowly, happily, an ever-present expression of contentment gracing his sharp face as his fingers dance lullingly over the fabric of your shoulder. Your eyes are drooping, now, your head laid bare against the plane of Jimin’s pectoral, your arm thrown loosely over his midsection as your fingers curl around his side.
As you struggle to keep your eyes open, desperate to enjoy these precious moments alone with Jimin, his simple grace and beauty so profound to you, he glances down at your sleepy face, smirking amusedly as his hand raises to thumb across your cheek. “Go to sleep, baby. It’s okay.” He bends to run his lips along your forehead, the brushing of them so tender.
“I can’t…don’t want to–miss you,” you mumble incoherently, squeezing around him as you shift impossibly closer.
You keen at the sensation of his chest rumbling with laughter under you, his thumb continuing to caress the skin of your face as he whispers, “I forgot to tell you. We have tomorrow off too. I promise I’ll still be here when you wake up, jagiya. Just go to sleep, now.”
Your lazy grin is unmistakable as you take in his words, your hazy head not too far gone yet to register the happiness they bring you. With this newfound comfort hanging over the both of you, you allow your eyes to drift shut, the warm and familiar scent of Jimin wafting around you as you relax into the peace and serenity of your Sunday night.
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY JIMIN!
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