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jimin
as part of the “100 ways to say i love you” drabble game. [masterlist]
➸ 43. I picked these for you. (angst, character death)
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“I miss you,” Jimin starts, “so fucking much.”
He looks tired, dark circles under his eyes and his skin pale. The desire to reach out and touch his cheek is prompting your hand to move, but you still. Jimin blinks, not sure what to say next.
“Things haven’t been the same since you left.” The words sound strained, as if it’s taking every single fibre in his body not to cry. “I’m sorry it took so long for me to see you, it’s just- it’s been rough.”
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if requests are open, would you mind writing a small blurb about jimin being a brat and asking you to feed him like he was doing with jin in the live since he kept saying he loves it when people feed him
genre/warnings: college!au, guk and tae are…yeah, happy birthday jimin uwu!!
word count: 1,225
“Tae, let me in.”
A wheezy giggle met your ears in response. You huffed,smacking the brunt of your palm into the wood once more. “Taehyung, I swear togod if you don’t-“
You were a breath away from jamming the toe of your bootinto the bottom of the door when it swung open. The cake curled in the crook ofyour elbow nearly smeared to the front of Jeongguk’s shirt, his laughter onlygrowing at your horrified expression as you rushed to steady it.
“I hate both of you,” You hissed, shoving your way inbetween the two giggling boys.
“No you don’t!” Taehyung sang.
Jeongguk nodded furiously, “You love us.”
You curled both palms around the plastic tray the cake wasperched on, the roll of your eyes carrying your gaze over your shoulder. “Is hestill asleep?”
“Probably not now with all your yelling and banging around.”
You glared at Taehyung’s boxy smile, shoulders against thedoor to Jimin’s room, “You don’t get any cake,” You threatened, dropping yourelbow to flick open the doorknob.
You’d barely encased yourself in the safety of the room whena soft voice was mumbling, “There’s cake? Who has cake?”
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wicked in her veins.
pairing: jimin x reader
genre: fluff, minor hints of sexual tension / demon!jimin
word count: 1,460
prompt: Getting to dress your demon boyfriend up for Halloween
“Hell no. Not happening — fucking ever. Not in your wildest dreams, princess.”
His response was immediate as you made your way down the hallway with the costume in hand. The look on his face as he realized the certain… entity that you were holding was beyond priceless. It was of course the exact reaction that you had been expecting. His brows furrowed while his top lip curled in disgust, the physically aversive response to something as simple as a Halloween costume only causing your amusement to run thicker. No, not even your boyfriend’s harsh refusal could deter your mood, or your powers of persuasion for that matter.
“Oh, is that so?” You replied to Jimin, your brow arched in a way that told him how so far from over this conversation was. “I seem to remember that a certain someone lost a bet to me a few weeks ago? Remember that game of poker? The deal was—”
“—This is what you want to use your win from that on? Baby, c’mon anything else. You’re not this evil, I know you aren’t… Are you?” He was pleading a little, his bottom lip jutting out to try and tug at your heartstrings. Admittedly you felt a tiny pull, but it was quickly overtaken by the image of Jimin wearing the costume that was still dangling from the hanger in your hand.
Your mouth curved into a sultry smile as you made your way closer to him. He was sitting down on the living room couch, a look of despair flooding his eyes as he realized that there was no way in hell that you were backing down from this. You sat the costume onto the open space next to Jimin, his reaction a harsh flare of his nose. However, the tension soon dropped as you went to straddle his lap, your hands swiftly moving to take their place on either side of his face.
“You know, I really thought that a demon would be a lot better at a game all about lying and deceit.”
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indie singer au + jimin!
“When are you going to write a song about me?” you ask, slumped on the couch because the studio is the only place you can find Jimin nowadays.
He looks up from where he’s hunched over his guitar. “When you break my heart,” he says, and goes back to strumming.
Drabble idea. Your boyfriend Jimin brings you ice cream after work while you're on your period. GIVE ME ALL THE FLUFF!!!! PS - congrats on your milestone babe!!! 😘
thanks babe💖😘rating⇢ pg-13
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can i request a drabble of vampire jimin? something fluffy and cute plz thank u
silver lining
order description. jimin is a vampire. jimin is also your boyfriend. this can be very problematic at times, but sometimes, it comes in handy in more ways than one. alternatively: jimin is a whiny, grumpy, and clingy vampire who can’t deal with the silent treatment after a fight.
customers. park jimin / reader total bill. 800 words course. fluff / comedy, vampire au allergies. none, just whiny jimin
note ! i’m sorry i haven’t posted in awhile,, been super busy and haven’t been doing v well mentally these past few weeks, but i hope you enjoy this smol drabble
also !! this was based off of a prompt found on pinterest but i can’t seem to find it :((
“Baby, please.”
Jimin plops onto the couch, body sinking down into the plush material as he lets out another huff. He can’t find it in himself to be angry, not when he brought this upon himself, so he simply sulks as he hugs his knees to his chest, ducking his head down and tucking his chin into his chest. His pretty pink lips are pushed up into a pout, effectively enhancing the squishiness of his cheeks as they puff up during his fit. He rolls his eyes when he’s met with nothing but the light padding of sock-clad feet against kitchen tiles and silence.
You continue stirring the simmering pot of tomato sauce, slowly swathing the wooden spatula in clockwise circles of the creamy sauce as you try and nearly fail to bite back a grin. He looks so adorable like that: perched on the couch with wide eyes staring up at you pleadingly, fingers fidgeting with his shirt as he carefully gauges your reaction. Letting out another hum of content, you turn the stove off, adjusting your peach colored apron and fixing the low ponytail sloping against your neck.
He stares at the silver bracelets that line your arm, shining under the warm kitchen lights. A silver necklace dangles from around your neck, the red jewel embedded in the center among sculpted flowers and thin, curved vines pressed squarely against the supple skin of your throat. He can almost feel the burn of the metal against his skin, the sharp and slightly sour tang that zaps him as he comes in contact with the material. His intense scrutiny causes a flush of pink (you swear it’s the heat of the kitchen though you know better) to creep up your neck and dust across the apples of your cheeks, making you shy away from his narrowed eyes. Jimin lets out another huff, throwing himself back as he glances up at the ceiling with his jaw clenched.
“I’ll buy you food. Take you out. Do the dishes for a month. I’ll do anything, just please stop ignoring me. I won’t do it again, okay? I’ll take care of myself.” He offers, expecting nothing but silence in return.
“Hm alright, fine then.” You tease with a grin elongating the curve of your lips, watching as he immediately perks up. His eyes widen in delight and disbelief, a smug smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he pumps his fists up in the air in triumph. You almost feel bad that you’re going to rain on his joyous parade.
“Let’s get Italian! Extra garlic in the pasta and garlic bread on the side!” You declare excitedly after a moment, clapping your hands together as you reach for the laminated menu posted on the refrigerator.
Just like that, Jimin immediately deflates like a balloon, falling onto his knees and slumping against the floor as if he were melting into a puddle. His cheek presses against the cold kitchen tiles as he lets out a hopeless whine. It reminds you of a three year old throwing a temper tantrum —not that he’s that far from one— and the thought almost makes you giggle.
Your extremely observant vampire boyfriend narrows his eyes at you, catching onto the slight change of your demeanor with his heightened senses as his heart skips a beat at how cute you are. Despite how grumpy he is, he cannot help but admire how beautiful you look, even on a day as simple and boring as this one. Your hair is pulled back into a loose ponytail, baby hairs framing the sides of your pretty face that seems to glow under the mellow lights. An over-sized cotton tee —he’s pretty sure it’s from his closet— floods your figure until the hem ends at your thighs, the slightly see-through material causing his eyes to wander up.
His thoughts are interrupted once you open the fridge, something between a huff and a sigh tumbling from his lips as lets out an incoherent mumble, grumbling on about how he’s “back at square one again.”
“I’ll buy you sushi and drop you 10,000 bells in Animal Crossing.”
“Make it 10,000 and a couple gold nuggets, and that’ll be a bargain.”
Jimin rolls his eyes playfully, watching as you slide off the bracelets and unclasp the necklace, before pouncing on you and wrapping his arms around your waist. His arms slot perfectly against your hips, face pressed into your tummy as he mumbles out an apology.
“Baby, you know I could never say ‘no’ to you.”
“Never? Because there’s that dim-sum table I wanted from your island.” You tease, running a hand through his mop of hair.
He sighs, playfully rolling his eyes as he presses a peck to your forehead in response.
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