I love you not. (Jimin x Reader Series)
Word Count: 3,457
Summary: “…you knew that you could never deny, despite how much you’d tried, that you’d always thought of Park Jimin as more than both he and you had labeled it all those years… Friends.”
Notes: This story was inspired by a prompt from a master prompt list and can be seen as the very first line here. Credit to that list, one of which I cannot re-find for God’s sake. This took me a while and was left in drafts for a while, but I’ve decided to finally post this. I haven’t been writing much and I’ve gone to shit due to the lack of practice :( Hope this one isn’t that shitty… So enjoy!
“Can I tell my parents that I’m at your house, just in case they get suspicious?”
“Isn’t that what you always do?”
Jimin’s laugh echoed loudly from the other end of the line.
“True, true,” he admitted. “They trust you more than they trust me, Y/N-ah.”
“I can see why they would do that,” you sat leaned up against the window and watch as the sun cast its last golden rays before sinking into the skyline.
“Are you saying I’m not trustworthy?”
“I’m not saying that you’re not not-trustworthy.”
“Well as the person that has kept all your secrets for as long as both of us can remember,” he breathed. “I am extremely offended.”
“Whatever, Jimin,” you sang into the receiver. “Just go have fun tonight.”
“Fine, fine,” he spoke with an exhale. “I will have fun, Miss ‘it’s-Friday-night-and-I’m-going-to-stay-in.”
You let out a small chuckle, “That’s me.”
Jimin laughed as well, you could just imagine the grin he had plastered on his face that moment. Long seconds passed, comfortable silence filled the line, only the low static buzzing through the earpiece.
“Well,” Jimin began after a while. “I guess I’ll get going now. I’ll see you later.”
“Love you, Y/N.”
You removed your phone from the side of your face, knowing well that Jimin had already hung up by then. You sat still in your spot for a while, staring off into the fading sky. Even if the call had ended a long time ago, you still very much felt your heart race as if you have just run a mile.
Having felt the same damned feeling for seventeen years straight, you would think that you have come used to it by then. But as you had always proved yourself wrong, you knew that you could never deny, despite how much you’d tried, that you’d always thought of Park Jimin as more than both he and you had labeled it all those years.