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help my heart is BURSTING ohhhhh
i thought i could handle those two prompts together and oh BOY was i wrong 🥹😭😂 (in the absolute best way i love this so much) this is oh so sweet and soft and lovely and !!!!!
the silence after HAD ME BY THE THROAT THOUGH i’ll tell you oh i was like oh no oh no oh no oh no it’s out there and what if he just smooshes her heart into the floor what will we all do then i simply don’t know
but then he didn’t and iiiiiiiiiiii 😭
this was so excellent my heart is so full 🥰🥰
i am also in love with my best friend and will also never tell them BUT i will live vicariously through this reader because wow 💖✨🥰
hello hello!!!!! ooooh for the 1k drabble requests: would love to see our lovely jimin, #12 and #70, and fluff, smut, or whatever you’re feeling!!!
i may or may not (absolutely did) have based this off real life experience. except instead of a sad and miserable ending, i made it happy. thank you for requesting this! I hope you enjoy. 💜 again, unedited
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pjm x reader | just some cute fluff and a dash of angst | 1,003 words | pg15 | Honey blonde Jimin, some kissy kissy, I lived out the first half of this.
You shouldn’t be here. You should have gotten a rideshare home or taken the bus. You should not have gotten in Jimin’s car. You should not have let him drive you home where you both are now sitting in his car in front of.
And you should not be even considering saying what you want to say, what you’ve been wanting to say for a long time.
You’ve had a crush on your best friend since high school. But of course, you never said anything. You’d rather live in a world where the fear of rejection is greater than the fear of watching him be with someone else.
And boy, did you. You watched him fall in love many times, and watched the heartbreak that resulted after as well. He rushed to you after every single one, though. And that alone was enough to get you by.
But you went out with a group of friends tonight. Where he was constantly next to you, touching you, smiling at you with that beautiful smile that makes his eyes essentially disappear. And you had too much to drink. So you ended up in the bathroom with your friend, resting your head on her shoulder while crying about how much it hurts that you can’t tell him about your feelings.
The problem is, however, your friend is an enabler. And drunkenly advised you to just tell him.
The worst he can say is no.
She repeated that godforsaken phrase many times until you finally decided you’d do it…another day.
But he noticed how drunk you were and insisted on giving you a ride home. And you idiotically agreed, thinking this was a great opportunity. Maybe he’ll return your feelings and kiss you and you’ll live happily ever after.
The drive home was quiet. You let the window down to allow the cool wind to help you sober up just enough to realize how stupid this plan was as he parked in front of your apartment.
“Need help getting to your apartment?” His voice was sweet, genuinely concerned about your safety.
You love him.
Again, you stupidly agree to the help, wanting just a bit more time with him. He jumps out of the car, running around to your side to open the door and help you out. You’re sober enough to walk on your own, but he still holds onto you, his hand safely on your waist, the other holding your purse and heels.
When you finally approach your door, he lets you dig in your purse for your keys, sticking them in but leaving them hanging as you replay your friend’s stupid advice.
The worst he can say is no.
“Hey, Jimin?” You question, looking down at his feet.
“Hmm?”
“I… I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified…? Is…is that okay?”
Nothing.
Silence.
Never ending silence.
Turns out there is something worse than him saying no. That would be literally not speaking.
After what feels like eons of silence, you can feel the tears building behind your eyes. So you take the key out of the lock, open your door, and grab the purse and heels out of his hand.
“Okay. Message received. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. Pretend this never happened. Thanks for the ride home, I can cover the gas if needed. Goodnight.” You rush through your words, not allowing yourself to look up at the man who just fully rejected you without saying a word. You rush into your apartment, slamming the door closed and locking it, resting your forehead against the door and sighing.
You hear his feet walk away from your door and sink down against the wall trying not to scream as the tears finally fall. You stay there, curled up on the floor, regretting every decision you’ve ever made for about fifteen minutes when there’s three hard knocks on your door.
“Y/n, open the door, please.” Jimin’s voice strains as he knocks again. You slowly get up, wipe the tears off your face with the sleeve of your jacket, and open the door.
“Please, don’t come back to make fun of me. I regret saying anything at all earlier and I jus—”
“Can I kiss you?” The words quickly stumble out of his mouth, his eyes wide.
“Can you…what?”
“Kiss you. Can I kiss you?” He steps closer, hands cradling your face, “please?”
You’re in too much a state of shock, so you slightly nod, and suddenly his lips are on yours. One hand leaves your face to hold your waist and the other slides to the back of your neck, keeping you close.
It’s fucking magic kissing him. His full lips on yours, moving perfectly in sync with you as his tongue teases the seam of your lips, begging for entry. And just who are you to deny that?
His tongue slides past your lips and you feel weak, your fingers tangling in his beautiful honey blonde hair. You tug his hair a little harder than intended, resulting in him groaning as he pulls away, resting his head on your shoulder.
It’s silent again, except for you both panting, until he finally speaks again.
“I have been wanting to do that for years.” He finally says with a faint chuckle.
What?
“Oh?” Is the only response you can come up with, hands sliding down to his forearms. He lifts his head from your shoulder to look at you with a smile.
“Y/n, I know I’m in love with you and I’ve only been terrified of you rejecting me.” He places a soft kiss on your nose, grinning at your smile, “I’m sorry I didn’t say anything. It was just sudden and a shock and I didn’t know if you were still drunk and I jus—”
“Do you wanna come inside and kiss me again?” You say, a little louder than intended, but with no shame.
“Very much so, please.” He grabs your face again, guiding you back into your apartment.
JADE HELLO OH MY GOODNESS MY HEART IS SO FULL AHHHHHH 💜✨💛🥰✨🥰
sorry i’m CRYING this is simply so sweet and jimin is SO CUTE AHHHHHHHH
“Baby, we bought synonyms”
SIMPLY STOP IT RIGHT NOW (please keep going dear goodness please keep going and never ever stop how do you do this thing with the words 🥹🥹) AND THEN his little soft whine!?!?!? when he realized they’re the same 😂😭
“you’re not sure how it’s possible for a person to sparkle like that”
i LOVE that description of him he does indeed sparkle like a damn disco ball (like i feel like j hope shines like the sun but jimin is one HUNDRED THOUSAND PERCENT ✨ sparkly ✨)
ALSO THE HP BOOSTS CHHAHDIWMFHWJ JADE that is the cutest little detail i love that to PIECES it’s so precious and and and and
forehead kisses always make me 🙈🥰
i love love love your writing SO much 🥰🥰 and this was the sweetest drabble to open tumblr up to find 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰
jade, my dear, my darling, my husband. i have darkened the threshold of your inbox once again for your 2k drabblepalooza (congratulations by the way no one deserves the attention and recognition more than you ilysm) to ask you about park jimin. are you currently writing a miniseries for him? yes. is it enough? also yes. let's just say i'm here to even out the playing field of your requests. i'm doing this for you- nay, for US.
i have been overwhelmed and moody lately and was looking for maybe an established relationship!au with like hurt/comfort or sickfic but make it mental health? this is boring i am sorry LMAO please feel free to disregard i just have many feelings thank you for your time and energy and love OK BYE
happy wife, happy life!!!!! 🥹🩵
pairing: park jimin x gn!reader type: drabble | wc: 700 genre: hurt/comfort, fluff au: established relationship, sick fic rating: pg-13 (minors DNI w/ me regardless!) summary: a lazy day at home with your boyfriend is “self-care,” thank you very much. cw: none!
“Hydrating, detoxifying, brightening, or — uhhh, purifying?”
You lift your head up off the arm of the couch to peek over the back of it. It’s more physical effort than you’ve expended since you sat down two hours ago, but the sight is worth it: Jimin in a frenzy, half-buried in the cabinet below the bathroom sink, barely audible over the sound of his rummaging.
A man on a mission.
You snort. “Is all of the above an option?”
The past week took a lot out of you, and at this point, you’ll take whatever you can get. So far, you’d taken a day off of work, yourself off the grid, and your favorite throw blanket from the basket next to your couch. Your boyfriend — true to form — has taken it upon himself to do the absolute most.
Phase one of Jimin’s unspoken plan started before you’d even gotten out of bed. He’d left to get you boba and came back with not only your favorite tea, but every imaginable impulse buy he encountered on his way home that may come in handy.
Or make you laugh.
Or that smells nice.
Now that you’d been thoroughly showered in unanticipated gifts, Jimin was moving on to phase two. From what you’ve gathered, it includes literal, physical pampering.
Jimin sits back on his knees — careful to avoid bumping his head as he does so — and stares down at the impressive bouquet of plastic packages he’s accumulated. At least ten different types of sheet masks from as many different brands. Even though he’s angled away from you, you can see the way his face scrunches up, deep in thought.
“Are detoxing and purifying not the same thing?” Jimin mutters to himself without looking up.
Instead, he holds one of the mask packets as close to his face as possible, scans the tiny print with furrowed brows and narrowed eyes. Suddenly louder, he tosses his head back and confirms with a whine, “Baby, we bought synonyms.”
You’re too fond for words, especially when Jimin hears you giggling and looks at you, pouting. There’s a beat, then your laughter makes him laugh; and then his eyes disappear as a grin consumes his whole face. You’re not sure how it’s possible for a person to sparkle like that, but watching the way he lights up restores some of your depleted battery.
If life were a video game, there’d be a tiny, 8-bit heart reappearing on your screen.
+5 HP.
Out of spite, Jimin tosses the duplicate masks back into the plastic organizer they’re kept in, takes his final choice in hand, and climbs to his feet. It doesn’t take him long to cross from where he sat to where you sit. It takes even less time for him to launch himself over the back of the couch, where he lands gracefully in the empty spot at your feet.
Like the heartthrob he knows he is, he runs his fingers through his disheveled hair and pushes the strands out of his eyes. You blush — you always blush — and even though he’s not looking at you, the smirk tugging at his lips confirms that he knows that, too.
Jimin shifts on the cushion he’s claimed to face you fully. The untouched bottle of water on the coffee table catches his eye, though, and he frowns — first at it, then at you. Before he can remind you with words, you grab it, unfold the straw, and make a big show of taking a large gulp. Your cartoonish sigh after swallowing earns you exactly what you wanted: an eye roll and an affectionate squeeze on your bent knee.
With the straw still between your teeth, you mumble, “Does dating me ever feel like playing the Sims? You know, making sure my hunger and energy meters aren’t in the red?”
“Of course not.” He reaches out to cup your cheek with his hand. On instinct, you lean into the touch. With all the seriousness in the world, Jimin declares, “I would never stick you in a swimming pool and delete the ladder.”
Your laugh comes from deep in your belly, warms every part of you on the way out of your mouth. You tingle all over when Jimin leans over your bent legs to press a kiss to your forehead.
+10 HP.