Request: Tell me why, when i tried looking for your blog, i almost paniced because i couldn’t find your blog. Omg. And can you do a scenerio with Jimin and dating him while he is a star but the fans get in the way? Angsty and maybe fluff? Thank you! ❤❤
Pairing: Jimin x Reader
Word Count: 1.810
Warning: really offensive and hurtful phrases, which sadly have been said to real celebrities via social media
A/N: so I couldn’t decide whether to make it end fluffy or angsty so I decided that I’ll make two different endings!
She’s so cringe worthy omg
(Y/N)’s trash tbh
i don’t like (Y/N), she should go kill herself
#RIPArmy Jimin deserves so much better
(Y/N) and Jimin… ew
Your eyes scanned over all those hurtful comments left under a selfie Jimin had posted of you two on BTS’s official Twitter page. Plenty more followed, most of them being really degrading and bashful.
You wanted to stop reading them, you wanted to stop feeling the pain, you wanted to stop being hated so much. But you couldn’t, your eyes always drifting back to the comments Armys left under the picture, making tears well up in your eyes and your stomach twist.
They don’t hate you for you (Y/N), you said to yourself. They’re hurt because you’re dating their idol, their everything and they’re scared he might love them less if you’re in the way.
Tears rolled down your cheeks and sobs escaped your lips as you pressed your eyes shut and tried to forget all those hurtful words. Your fingers clenched into a fist, digging your nails into your skin, leaving deep marks.
This wasn’t the first time that fans had sent you hate comments. Basically every time a picture of you appeared somewhere, they would leave their comment, being especially nasty if it was a picture of you with a member of Bangtan. You didn’t understand it though. Before you started dating Jimin, you were a fan, too. You had a fan account on Twitter dedicated to Bangtan. You were an Army, you were one of them. Why would they hate you that much? Why would they hate someone who made their favorite person happy?
Your thoughts were cut off when you heard your door bell ring and you immediately got up, wiping your hands over your face, to hide the fact that you had been crying. Not that it helped much, as you noticed your red and puffy eyes as you walked past the mirror.
You sighed in exhaustion and opened your front door, revealing a happy faced Jimin, grinning from ear to ear and holding a bouquet of roses in his hands. He was about to say something when he noticed your fake smile and puffy face. Instantly he came closer to you, closing the door behind him and holding you in a tight hug.
“What happened?”, he whispered into your hair, leaving a soft kiss. You snuggled deeper into his embrace, remembering all the cruel comments and silent tears made their way down your face onto his shirt. You slightly shook your head, signaling Jimin that you didn’t want to talk about it. He loved his fans to death and knowing what they were saying to you would break his heart.
He believed in the good of people. He believed that if they saw how happy he was, they’d be happy, too. If they’d see how the rest of Bangtan loved you, they’d love you, too. He believed that would be enough for them to accept you and love you like he did. Jimin didn’t know how much hate you got through all social media and sometimes even in real life. He didn’t know how some fans had already destroyed your bike which was standing in front of your apartment complex, leaving ripped and burned pictures of you and Jimin scattered on the floor. He didn’t know how many letters you got sent to your home or placed on the staircase, sending you death threats and other kinds of profanities.
You never told him.
You never told him because he’d be worried for you and do something that might make him look bad in front of the media and his fans. You wanted him to stay the happy and cheerful little cutie he was and not worry about what his fans were doing to you. You knew from the very start of your relationship that those things might happen, so it wasn’t his fault. He shouldn’t have to deal with that.
Jimin slowly parted from you and gently put his finger underneath your chin, making you look up at him.
“(Y/N), what’s wrong? Why are you crying?”, he asked in concern. “I’d love to say that my surprise got you so emotional but I guess that’s not it”, he said jokingly.
You chuckled slightly and shook your head. “No it’s not that but I really love the roses”, Jimin handed them to you and you two parted fully so you could place them on the counter, before grabbing a vase and filling water in it.
“Then what is it?”, he said, standing next to you by the counter.
“Don’t worry Jimin, I’m okay. It’s just a weird day today”, you tried to excuse your behavior and gave him a weak fake smile. He didn’t fall for it though and gave you a skeptic look. Your phone suddenly buzzed and you flinched, knowing that it might be another hate comment being sent directly at you.
Jimin noticed your odd reaction and walked over to grab your phone before you could stop him. He unlocked it and read the messages you had been reading before as you hadn’t bothered to close the tab and delete it.
“Jimin no please!”, you begged him, trying to get your phone back but he tightened his grip, not letting go of your device. As you saw his eyes go wide and complete shock spreading on his face, new tears formed in the corner of your eyes and you slowly sat down on a chair.
He turned to face you fully and held your phone up in disbelieve. “When were you planning on telling me about this?”, he asked, his voice shaking and his free hand clenched into a fist. Hurt was spread all over his facial features.
“You weren’t supposed to find out”, you quietly whispered, letting your head hang low, fumbling with your hands. You had tried so hard to hide all that from him so he wouldn’t have to worry.
“Are you serious? I wasn’t supposed to find out? I can’t believe this”, Jimin breathed out, pacing up and down the living room. “When did this start?”
You didn’t dare to look up as you were crying by now and didn’t want him to see you being hurt. So you just shook your head, trying to tell him to stop asking about it for his own good.
But Jimin wasn’t in the mood to make you tell everything by forcing all answers out of you one by one. He stopped walking around the room and came over to you, stopping right in front of you and gently grabbing your hands in his.
“(Y/N) tell me what’s going on. Please. I can’t stand seeing you like this”, he whispered while stroking the back of your hands with his thumbs.
“Jimin, I can’t”, you mumbled and looked up at him. “Please just ignore it okay? It’s only going to upset you.”
He shook his head and furrowed his eyebrows. “Do you really think I could just forget what I just read? All those mean and disrespectful words…”, he blinked a few tears away.
“Tell me, since when is this happening?”
You sighed and gave up. He’s not going to let it be unless I tell him, so better now before he’d get mad at me for keeping it a secret, you thought.
“It started as soon as they knew we were dating”, you hesitantly admitted, looking back down onto your lap where your hands were lying. You heard him suck in his breath and his grip tightened around your fingers.
“(Y/N), look at me”, Jimin demanded softly. You looked up at him and saw the hurt in his eyes. “Why did you never tell me?”, his voice broke at the end and your heart tightened.
“I didn’t want you to worry Jimin. I know how much you love your fans and I didn’t want to hurt you. I’m a strong woman, I can handle this”, you tried to sound reassuring and squeezed his hands but Jimin just shook his head and sighed.
“You should have told me earlier. I could have said something and you wouldn’t have had to feel all the pain that comes with comments like that”, he said through gritted teeth. “Plus, you’e not the one hurting me but those people insulting you like that.” You softly stroked his arm and giving him a soft smile, signaling that he really didn’t have to worry.
He got up and started walking around the room again, clearly mad and upset. “Did anything else happen? Or do they only leave nasty comments?”, he asked sharply.
You gulped and didn’t know if you should tell him about the other incidents as well. On the one hand you wanted to tell him, now that he already knew about the comments. But on the other hand, he was clearly mad at his own fans right now and you didn’t want to upset him even more.
Jimin noticed your internal struggle and stopped. “(Y/N) you should tell me. If my own fans are treating you like that, I need to know. I can’t let them keep doing what they’re doing and let them think it’s totally fine with me. They’re not real fans if they treat you like that.”
You gathered all your courage and told him everything. Jimin listened while you poured your heart out and cried, reliving all the awful experiences you had due to his fans. He held you in his arms and every now and then you could feel his grip tighten and his breathing go faster from his anger but he never interrupted you.
When you finished and looked up at him, his face was full of anger and sadness. “I can’t believe I never noticed what they were doing to you. I’m such a shitty boyfriend”, he mumbled while hugging you tightly.
“Well I never wanted you to notice so I tried my best at hiding it. Don’t blame yourself Jimin, you’re the best boyfriend I could ask for”, you smiled and pecked his cheek making him blush from your compliment.
“You know what?”, Jimin suddenly sat up straight. You looked at him questioningly. “Right after I get back to the dorms I’ll visit my manager and ask him if we can make a deal with the police or something. I feel like tweeting only is not going to be enough, so in case they don’t stop, we have the police on our side.”
You raised an eyebrow at him. “You really want to go against your own fans, using police power?”
“If it’s necessary, I’ll do anything to protect you”, Jimin admitted and leaned in for a kiss, making butterflies appear in your stomach and you slightly smiled into the kiss.