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Jade I'm filing a complaint against your drabbles because WHY would you make me giddy and my heart flutter and when my heartbeat is up to my throat you end it right there??????? CRIME
I want to see Jimin pine more and I want to see OC being dumb and oblivious about him and they live happily ever after in the idiots to lovers land🥹
Resubmitting since your requests got deleted (RIP 💔) Can you please write something cute about Jimin? Just whatever plot comes to your big beautiful brain, I’m not picky! 💜 you Jade!
content: best friends to lovers, idiots in love, reader is drunk, jimin goes from sad boi to glad boi 🥰
Jimin, for once, had passed on a party invitation. He wanted to go - really, he did - but his bad mood would undoubtedly ruin everyone else’s good time. Besides, once he started drinking, he could never seem to keep his fucking mouth shut. This was especially problematic, given the circumstances:
You would be there, pink-cheeked and giggling, and you wouldn’t be giggling at him. Not with the “plus one” you intended to bring with you; the guy you’d only started seeing fifteen days ago. He made you smile and he was kind to you, but Jimin would really rather punch himself in the face than continue pretending to be cool about it.
As your best friend, Jimin wished so badly that he could be exclusively happy for you - without feeling so simultaneously deflated. A flat tire personified.
Worse, he was a criminal. Guilty for the part of his brain that wanted this fling to be flung already. Guilty for being self-centered. Guilty for stealing all those glances at you. Larceny might’ve only been a misdemeanor offense, but your best-friend status had to be an aggravating factor.
Besides, wasn’t he committing - at minimum - 43% of the seven deadly sins in one fell swoop?
So, there he sat: on his couch, with lead-lined limbs sprawled out over the cushions. Staring at the ceiling, not moving - just pining. Wallowing, even.
And he was dead-set on staying that way, too, but then his phone started blaring that special, individually assigned ringtone.
“Chimmy!” you whined immediately upon connecting. As usual, you didn’t wait for a greeting before bulldozing your way through the small talk. You were clearly and adorably drunk, but he was the one feeling warm. “Why have you - hic - foresaken me? I can’t beat Junky -“
Did you mean to say Jungkook? Jimin’s scarcely contained laughter was ready to explode out of him like a bomb. Fuck, you were cute. He’d never make it out of this alive.
“ - and Binna at beer pong without my partner.”
Jimin was beaming until his racing thoughts caught up with him. His mouth curved downward as he sheepishly replied, “I thought you got a new partner. Where’s Jae-sung?”
You giggled, snorted, then laughed even harder as a result. Meanwhile, Jimin’s heart spun in pirouettes. You said it as if he should’ve known: “I don’t know where Jae-sung is because I didn’t invite Jae-sung.”
Instantly, his eyes widened so far they might’ve fallen out. He knew he shouldn’t pry, but he was weak and selfish and he needed to know:
“Why not? You seemed to like him well enough.”
“Oh, Jiminie babo,” your exasperated, borderline melodic sigh was drawn out upon exiting your mouth. If he closed his eyes and really tried, he could smell the hard cider you loved so much; dancing on your breath. “He was a - hic - distraction, and then he got distracted.”
“Distraction?” Against his better judgement, there was hope blooming in his chest, “From?”
The more serious you tried to sound, the more you ended up giggling. Though the anticipation was killing him, he could listen to that laugh for hours. It took you two tries to say it; your words would play on loop in his brain far more times than that.
“I have a minimum of five - hic - but no more than seven feelings for my beer bong partner, but he’s not even here, and now I’m losing.”
He was so busy racing for the door, he almost forgot to tell you that he was on his way.