Word Count: 1202 Genre: Fluff Pairing: Jimin x Reader Summary: The seventh (and last!) of a mini series I’ve started, creating small scenarios for each member, revolving around their love confessions for you! I hope you enjoy it, send feedback or requests my way here!
were flying in the air, your legs tangled in the duvet as laughter filled the
“Wait, wait, I can’t breathe!” you laughed, withdrawing the pillow.
hovering over you on the big couch, the pillow that had previously been on its
way to your face now resting on the floor. He smiled at you and laughed as you
caught your breath and the second it steadied out; he grabbed you and rolled
you around on the couch. You landed on the floor, intertwined and laughing.
“I win this one.” he smiled cockily, “Don’t you think?”
squinted teasingly as you considered if you should take up the fight. You
sighed, a suggestive grin widening across your face.
“Okay, Park Jimin.” you raised your eyebrows, “But then you have to carry me for the next
his plump lips unusually near yours. He picked himself up swiftly and grabbed
you in his arms as he put you on his back.
“Where would you like to go, my lady?”
“Down the street to some take out.”
“Y/N, what the…” he stopped in confusion, “I’m not going to walk outside carrying you! That’s far away!”
“You promised!” you whined, squirming on his back.
as he walked you to the entrance, putting you down whilst you put on your
outerwear and then swiftly picked you up again. You giggled all the way to the
restaurant and even he couldn’t hold it back when he entered with a girl on his
“You’re such a little squirrel.” he muttered across his shoulder,
smiling at you.
food for the entire house and eventually returned to the dorm.
“Welcome back, love doves.” Jin smiled teasingly.
The two of
you rolled your eyes as he put you down, dismissing Jin entirely. You had been
used to it, everybody teasing you about your relationship with Jimin. Nobody
trusted that the two of you were merely friends, other than the two of you. You
The two of you would do everything together, and there wasn’t a day that he
wasn’t with you in some shape or another. He’d facetime you when he was
brushing his teeth, forcing you to brush them with him so that you could at
least get ready for bed together. You had gotten used to the way things worked
with Jimin. It was familiar, it was comfortable. It was everything you’d dream
of you sat down around the table, unpacking the food with excitement. When the
first bites had finally been taken and the relieved, mutual sigh had diffused
in the air, the dinner talk could finally begin.
“So, are the two of you dating yet?” Jungkook asked, lifting his
eyebrows. Jimin threw a piece of his food at him, a sign for him to shut up.
Neither of you replied and Jungkook ended up settling as he smiled to himself,
knowing that the two of you would never last as friends.
progressed casually, watching movies and playing games. Somehow, Jimin seemed
affected by Jungkook’s questions at dinner. He had turned a little shy, his
timid side showing rather than his loud one.
“I want pancakes…” you whined silently into his ear as the two of
you cuddled on the couch, surrounded by the rest of the members as you watched
whichever movie Taehyung had chosen.
“Let’s make pancakes then!” he smiled brightly, pushing you up
before walking you to the kitchen.
“I don’t even really know how to make pancakes…”
you muttered shyly.
shrugging his shoulders as his puppy eyes warmed the room.
“Me neither! We’ll work it out.”
The two of
you grabbed the ingredients you felt necessary as you ventured out on your
pancake journey. It didn’t take many minutes before Jimin grabbed the flour,
throwing a handful of it towards you, laughing as it covered you in white. You
gasped, studying yourself before smirking as you got a hold of the oil,
spilling it all over his chest.
“If you wanted me to get all oiled up, you could’ve
just asked, baby.” he
joked teasingly, a suggestive look peeking through his eyes.
and shook your head shyly as his shirt clung to his chest now, each corner of
his body looking more defined than the other.
“Now…” he said slowly, spreading his arms, “Give me a hug.”
widened in panic as you began backing up, your small, flour coated hands in
front of you for protection.
“No, Jimin… Stay away!” you laughed as he began chasing you.
your arm as he pulled you close, rubbing his chest on your back as you screamed
out laughing. However, like a switch, you forgot about the oil. Instead, you
noticed how his body curved on yours, each muscle massaging your body. He
turned you around, now facing him. He smiled widely as your bodies rolled in
the mixture of oil and flour. His face was inches from yours when you decided
to grab an egg and crack it on his forehead.
“Ah!” he yelled out, pretending it hurt. He rubbed
his forehead on your cheek to get it off, your hands wrapped around his. It was
then that you felt his lips on your collarbone, unsure if it was an accidental
stayed there. His lips brought a warmth to your body as they kissed your
collarbone, his tongue now licking the delicate of your skin. Your eyes widened
in shock at the sensation and you stood speechless.
travelled from your collarbone to your neck, planting kisses in trails. He
ended up right beneath your ear, carefully kissing the spot. You heard him
breathe now, each exhale sending shivers down your spine. It was the most quiet
you had ever been with Jimin. He began tracing your jawline, planting pecks
along it before he reached your mouth. He paused briefly, biting into his lip
as he studied yours. He looked at your eyes for approval and then kissed you.
The kiss was curious and innocent, a need inside him to simply discover the
surface of your lips. His hands had travelled to your neck where he lightly
massaged you as he breathed into you. You loved the way his full lips crashed
into yours and how your bodies stuck together. At least you thought you loved
how your bodies stuck together, until the unsettling sound of slick oil ruined
into your lips before looking down, studying the mess the two of you had made.
He sighed as he smiled, his hands still cupping your face.
“Maybe…” you finally muttered, “we’re not just friends.”
up at you, his eyes drawn with hopefulness. He smiled widely before
interlocking his fingers with yours.
“I don’t think you’ll believe me when I tell
you how long I’ve been wanting this…” he mumbled smilingly, a shyness painting his
at the realization that Jimin had always felt more. You cupped his face and
embraced him again, a happiness rushing through you that your best friend could
be so much more than a best friend.