open mind || park jimin
hi! can you do a jimin imagine/reaction when you tell him you don’t believe in marriage? also, i love your imagines by the way. they’re really adorable :)
Park Jimin x reader
Summary: You don’t believe in marriage, but don’t know how to tell Jimin.
thank you so much!! you’re adorable
also I’m aware that this was requested 400 years ago I’M SORRY
“What are we watching?” Jimin asked happily from behind me, winding his arms around my shoulders and pressing his face into my neck. He smiled against my skin before letting go and walking around the couch to sit down, throwing an arm around me.
“I don’t know.” I giggled at him, squeezing his cheeks and settling in beside him.
He was in a good mood, his cheeks were pink and smiling, his hands always touching me in some way. His fingers slid up my side and he pulled me closer to him. We were both tired, and were planning to spend one of his evenings off just watching something and relaxing.
I laughed watching him squeal at a new drama that had been released, putting it on quickly and watching the screen excitedly. These were my favourite moments with him; when he was happy, and relaxed, and it was just the two of us.
He laughed at something on screen and turned to me, surprising me by pressing a quick kiss to my lips, and I couldn’t help but to smile against them.
“I can’t wait until we’re like them.” He whispered with a small grin. I turned my head to the screen, the smile fading from my face quickly as my mood plummeted. My stomach dropped as I saw a couple saying their vows, tears in their eyes as they proclaimed their love at their wedding.
I forced out a laugh, averting my eyes from his gaze and biting my lip as I watched them slip rings onto each other’s fingers. Jimin squeezed my hand and squealed in excitement.
“It will be so cute being married. We can be husband and wife, and cook together and be domestic and bicker like an old married couple!” He said excitedly, and I couldn’t force a smile that time, looking away and swallowing harshly, anxiety bubbling in my stomach.
Jimin and I had been together for almost two years, and it was getting to the point where he was starting to talk about getting more serious. I knew he wanted to take our relationship to the next level, but I couldn’t help but to change the subject every time he brought it up: I didn’t want to get married.
I had seen marriage ruin my parents and make them so unhappy that the idea had never appealed to me, and I just didn’t believe in the concept of it. Why should I have to get married to have a relationship taken seriously? Why couldn’t I just be in love without a piece of paper to prove it?
The problem was, I didn’t know how to tell Jimin. He was quite traditional and it was obvious he wanted to get married: it seemed to be all he talked about. It was sweet how much he looked forward to our future, but it made telling him so much more difficult.
Jimin didn’t miss the way my face dropped, and I turned my head away from the screen, clenching my jaw.
“What?” He asked with a small laugh. I didn’t reply, scrambling to get my thoughts in order and answer him. He reached for my hand but I stood up, running my hands through my hair anxiously. I couldn’t keep this up any longer, it wasn’t fair to him. “Babe?” Jimin’s voice became serious as he noticed the state I was in.
“I need to tell you something.” I choked out, looking down at him. He quickly paused the show and stood up, frowning as he walked closer.
“Okay.” He said, watching me carefully.
I shook my head, my inner conflict evident as fear swirled in my stomach and I bit my lip, staring at his worried face. I didn’t want to have this as a burden anymore, but I somehow couldn’t bring myself to tell him. I knew how much he wanted that life, and I couldn’t give it to him; surely he would leave me.
I opened my mouth to say it, just tell him, just tell him, he loves you, but couldn’t seem to get the words out, sighing and shutting it again.
“Y/N, what is it?” Jimin came to stand in front of me, meeting my eyes worriedly. I didn’t answer, and he let out a concerned breath. “Look, you know you can tell me anything, something is obviously bothering you so just-“
“I don’t want to get married.” I forced out quickly, clenching my fists fearfully, and watching his face for a reaction.
He froze for a moment, his mouth open and his eyes on my face. His mouth closed and his eyes remained wide as he took a sharp intake of breath.
“What?” He spoke in barely a whisper, and I felt a pang in my chest at his expression. “Do you not…?”
“I love you.” I cut him off hurriedly, wanting to rid him of that thought as quickly as possible. I took his hand. “I love you Jimin, so much, and I want to be with you forever. I just…” He suddenly whipped his hand away from mine, his expression hardening.
“You just what?” His eyes were fierce and disbelieving. “Don’t want to marry me? Y/N…” He shook his head, and I tried to reach out to him again, desperate for him to understand.
“I just don’t believe in it, Jimin, it’s not to do with you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, I just don’t think we need to get married for that to happen.” I tried to explain, clutching his hand again. There was silence as he took deep breaths and I could tell he was trying to understand. I continued to squeeze his hand as he kept his eyes on the floor.
“…Jimin?” I asked, and he flickered his gaze back up to me, averting his eyes quickly and pulling his hand out of my grasp.
“Yeah, yeah, okay.” He took a step back. “I just… need some time to think. I’ll be back soon.” He grabbed his jacket and keys from beside the door and left quickly, leaving me still standing where I had been.
I let out a heavy breath, lifting my hands to cover my eyes and groaning. I knew that when Jimin got like this, there was nothing to do but wait. He said he needed time to think, and I would give it to him, but I couldn’t help but to regret telling him. The fear I had of losing him was much too intense to ignore as I settled down to work, and waited for his response.
He wasn’t gone for long; I looked up from my laptop as I heard the door click shut, and held my breath. He walked into the bedroom slowly, poking his head around the door and giving me a small smile, instantly reducing the anxiety threatening to eat me up – he wasn’t angry anymore.
He walked over to the bed and I put my laptop on the floor as he climbed in, wrapping his arms around me and burying his face into my neck, breathing deeply.
“I’m sorry.” He whispered, and I quickly shook my head, threading my fingers through his hair.
“Don’t be. I know it’s a hard thing to understand.” I sighed, begging with every part of me for him accept this and for nothing to change.
“It is,” he admitted slowly, “but if it’s what you want, then I’ll try to.” I tilted his face towards mine, studying his eyes for sincerity.
“Really?” I asked quietly. He nodded, leaning on his elbow to face me fully.
“It might take a while for me to get used to it, and I don’t know what my parents are going to think.” He laughed breathlessly and I cringed at the thought. “But, I think I get it.”
“Yeah?” I asked with a disbelieving smile, and he nodded.
“I was just afraid that you didn’t want to marry me because you weren’t sure about staying with me. But I know that you love me.” He met my eyes and I nodded furiously, eliciting a small smile from him. “I don’t need an official title to love you, or for us to be happy.”
I felt a lump form in my throat, and tried to push back the tears threatening to spill from my eyes. Instead I leant forward and pressed my lips to his, and then gently to his cheek, before lying down and resting my head on his chest, feeling him wrap himself around me.
“Thank you, thank you, I love you.” I said into his side, wondering how I got so lucky.
We lay in comfortable silence, with my hands tracing his chest and stomach lightly, and his cheek pressed against my head. He suddenly huffed, and I looked up at him questioningly, smiling at the pout he was wearing.
“Can we still act like a married couple?” He asked in a whiny voice. I laughed, nodding into his shirt.
“Of course. Bickering and all.”