*calmly* Oh yeah, he plays Iron Man right?
Yes, I know who he is. He is a legend, he is awesome, he is wonderful. He's so goddamn handsome and such a dork. He dressed up as a bunny and hopped around, his fashion sense is sometimes so terrible but god, I love him. I love him, I love him.
*calmly* Yeah, he's the one who plays Iron Man.
clubs: school newspaper fashion columnist, wellness center/student counselor
the entire campus is absolutely in awe of him because he can somehow juggle a fashion major, a psychology minor, the captain of a sports team that got to nationals???, a weekly column in the newspaper?? plus be an available counselor on campus for other students dealing with problems like???? is he an angel from heaven with superhuman powers or-
and tbh hakyeon is literally just a sweet glowing sunbeam of positivity like he makes everyone feel welcomed and loved and he goes out of his way to be friends with everyone just so they know they can count on him
and his outfits are always on point like damn hakyeon where did you buy that
and he’s like ‘i made it’ and smiles and you’re just like ??? an angel ?? but also talented ?? some people just really do get it all
and he’s so proud of his major tbh like he doesn’t care if some asshole is like ‘a dude majoring in fashion?? like wtf bro’ hakyeon is just like ‘excuse yourself scum, some of the top designers in the world are men so you can step off or ill end your life with a single snap of my fingers.’ (and tbh he could do it. he could literally do it do not mess with him)
hakyeon sitting around during lunch sketching outfit ideas and listening to music he looks like a goddamn picture he’s so handsome and pictersque the whole campus is just s w oo n i ng
and the reason he’s minor in psychology isn’t even because it’s a back up plan to if fashion doesn’t work out it’s because he genuinely is interested in the way peoples feelings work and he wants to know more in order to be a better counslor and to better understand others like how is someone so pure
does the cute thing where he holds pins in his mouth while sewing and the entire class is like,,,,,,he’s the only who makes working hard look so effortless,,,,,
leo says he’s happy hakyeon isn’t on the soccer team but tbh hakyeon dominates at the swimming competitions and leo regrets not asking him to do soccer because ok,,,,hakyeon is secretly strong
hakyeon singing to himself whenever he’s doing stretches at the campus pool and an entire bleacher full of girls is just losing it because he’s so adorable
and tbh you meet hakyeon on a whim like completely on accident because you’re not even in the same department as him but for some reason you two are the only ones left late at night on campus and he barges into one of the private study rooms where you’re like crying over a midterm and he’s like yOU
and you’re like ????me????
and he’s like i nEED your HELP plEASE
and you’re kind of panicked because you’ve never spoken to hakyeon really like you know him who doesn’t but you’re like is something wrong??? is there a fire??? are you hurt???
and hakyeon is just shaking his head and he’s like no no no i need you to be my model please i can’t find anyone else on campus and this outfit has to be done by tomorrow
and you’re like oh i should hel- model? outfit??????
and hakyeon’s eyes are wide with panic and hope and you’re like me/??? model???? an outfit??? i??? um????
and hakyeon takes your hand in his and wow wtf his hand is so soft it probably smells like peaches because hakyeon is always glowing but that’s not the point he’s like i know it’s an odd request but it’s like 11pm the person who promised to help me got sick so i need you please help me this one time
and you’re like i,,,,,,would love to but my midterm is this week,,,,, and hakyeon is like it’s ok you can study while i take some measurments - please it won’t take long???
and you look into his eyes (big miss steak) and they’re sparkling with genuine worry and they’re so beautiful you can’t resist finally you’re like alright,,,ill try my best to help and hakyeon looks so delighted like you just told him you found the answer to world peace and he’s like ok!! get your things and come with me
so somehow you end up being measured by hakyeon and it’s a weird feeling to have him moving your body left and right and lifting your hands up and you feel a bit embarrassed under his gaze and he notices because he asks why you keep looking down and you admit you’re nervous and he smiles and it’s so warm and he just apologizes for making you do this but he’s also like
you’re a very charming up close and you’re like ???charming what does that mean and hakyeon holds your wrist in his hand a bit longer and he kind of looks to the side like it means that you’re very good at keeping me attracted and your brain kind of stops working because??? keeping hakyeon attracted……attracted how???
but before you even get to ask he’s back to measuring and murmuring to himself about the cloth and things like that and he’s like ok i think i have what i need and he’s like im just going to have to work through the night to get this to happen and you’re like through the night?? and he shrugs like it’s not big deal and thanks you again for being a huge help to him
but even as you get ready to leave you feel horrible leaving him there so you step out and it’s past midnight now but you know there are cafes near campus that are open so you buy some bottles of water and packaged snacks and return to the room where hakyeon is working and he’s like oh, did you leave something? and you’re like n-no but here you go, since you’re going to be here till morning take these and you give him the snacks and drinks and he just stares but then suddenly his arms are around your waist and he pulls you into this hug that’s so light it makes you feel like you’re walking on air and he whispers thank you against your hair
and you wish that that moment could last forever
but of course it doesn’t and you expect that after this hakyeon won’t really have a reason to approach you anymore but as you’re leaving the room after your midterms you see him leaning up against the wall and he gives you a small wave and everyone around you starts whispering like???? what?? and you’re confused up until he walks up to you and is like
“hope you did well on your midterm, but now that it’s over let me take you out as a thank for all your help”
and you kind of freeze in shock because ok what did he just ask you on a date all you did was let him use you for some measurements you didn’t think that was any means to be taken out so you kind of mumble that it’s fine, he doesn’t need to thank you but hakyeon just shakes his head and goes
“you helped me with more than just the outfit, you did a lot more for me that day. let me pay you back, i don’t like owing someone a debt.”
and honestly again you find yourself falling victim to his eyes and aura and so you agree and hakyeon takes you to this little, cute place covered in plants and good smelling candles and for some reason you can see why hakyeon would choose a place like this and as you’re waiting for the food hakyeon clears his throat and tells you what exactly the reason is for him treating you like this
and he confesses that it’s been a long time since someone has showed genuine concern for him, he’s always shouldering the problems of others and trying to do his best to help them, but that day you were like a superhero to him. saving his outfit project and then even being kind enough to make sure he made it through the rough night.
you kind of don’t know what to say because you always assumed his life was perfect, that he would have someone always there for him, but the more you two talk the more you come to understand that hakyeon is not the happy always positive person he looks like. there are weakness even he has and what you thought was a simple gesture of consideration meant so much to him
and somehow over the course of lunch you and hakyeon open up a lot to each other and from then on, it’s impossible for you two to just separate
you start meeting up more on campus, you spend time watching hakyeon sew or draw and he helps you study in your other courses
and it goes from just sitting together in empty classrooms talking like friends and you praising his artistic fashion skill and him quizzing you on your note cards to something more
one day you two see each other after his swimming practice and he comes out with slightly messy hair, telling you he wants to go back to his dorm to get some things before you guys go and do your usual little study together thing and you’re a little nervous because his dorm?? you’ve never been there before,,,,and you tell yourself don’t be nervous it’s going to take five minutes
but somehow you end up standing in the middle of his room and his gym bags on the floor and your own backpack is forgotten in some corner of the room and it’s so clean for a college students dorm, he even has flowers in a vase on his desk but before you know it your backed up against that desk and hakyeon’s warm skin is practically driving you crazy and he lets his hands settle on the side of your neck
and he whispers again about how you attract him, how something about you makes him never want to let you go
and the beautiful friendship you two have cultivated on the truths of your weaknesses turns into something more as hakyeon kisses you for the first time and from then on, you two melt into each other like nothing else matters
and hakyeon makes sure you know this is not a once in a lifetime thing, he keeps you close against his chest and he tells you straight forwardly that he’s never loved someone the way he loves you - he’s never wanted to fully protect someone, the way he wants to protect you
and you too, you look up at him and you tell him that you’re tired of seeing him being used left and right - you’re going to protect him too
and when the campus hears about you two dating everything goes wiLD
and even his friends are like we need to see it to believe it and hakyeon jsut casually holds you around the waist as he walks you to class and kisses you on the forehead before you go
these two dudes named hongbin and ken come up to you in class and they’re like “Are you dating Hakyeon??” and you’re like um.,, yes,,, why? and ken’s like “Hongbin you owe me fifty bucks” and you’re like ?? (don’t worry, you get introduced to them later hakyeon’s like these are the guys i know from high school- they thought id never date anyone in my life, guess they were wrong)
the one named hyuk leans over and is like “i hope you know what you’re getting into, hakyeon is such a -” and this is the moment when he probably gets smacked upside the head with a notebook
and as you and hakyeon grow even closer now that you’re together you see that his caring side really has no limits like he constantly asks if you’re ok or need anything, probably carried around one of those little first aid kits if anything, and when there’s even so much as a slight wind he shrugs off his jacket and hands it to you
and hakyeon spends a lot of time drawing and sewing and you get into the habit of helping him out when you can and even picking up on sewing with him it’s cute you two working together to help him get some outfits done for school
and you’re always excited to see what hakyeon has drawn up and he’s always the most excited to show you
and he also adores going shopping with you because he has such good taste ????? that anything he picks out is just perfect and you’re like hakyeon you’re the best boyfriend but also stylist and he’s like im a fashion major for a reason hehe
and when you can you go to all his swim meets to support him and you even make little banners for him which hakyeon hangs up in his room because he thinks they’re aDORable
the two of you sitting cooly, sipping lattes, talking about the latest episodes of dramas you are both really into and everyone doing a double take because you’re the most fashionable couple on campus tbh
the fashion column hakyeon writes for also becomes a love advice column because now that he’s dating he thinks he has some merit to help others with their relationship but tbh most of it is him just ranting about how amazing it is dating you and how much he loves you it’s kind of cute but you’re also like hakyeon please the whole campus now knows that i give you shoulder massages and am good at making green tea which is not really what i want them to know
hakyeon sketching outfits one day but then he notices he’s stopped and started sketching a portrait of you instead
hakyeon sometimes nagging at you for not keeping your dorm as clean as his and you’re like hakyEon and he’s like ‘we are going to ikea and getting you a new desk that one is falling apart’
he’s totally a fan of calling you cute nicknames in public and when you’re hanging out with like ravi or ken they do the gagging noises and hakyeon doesn’t even care he’s so focused on you and you’re just like hey guys don’t be jealous of this beautiful thing hakyeon and i have~~~
on those rare occasions when you two are so tired neither of you cares enough to try you both just put on face masks while wearing sweatpants and order pizza and watch movies and you’re like if only the campus knew this side of you hakyeon and he’s just like they never will this is just between me and you who i trust the most in this world, now pass me a slice
falling asleep over your notes and hakyeon carrying you all the way back to your dorm as your roommate swoons over what a good boyfriend he is hehe
bonus: you and hakyeon take an elective drawing class together and you’re like hakyeon,,,,,,,,i can only draw stick figures and he’s like baby that’s fine as long as you make me the most handsome stick figure
prompt: cassian is a barista and bodhi is a hardworker whose live depends on coffee and cassian is worried for his health
Okay, I love this idea. Listen:
- Bodhi, our beautiful genius, is an engineer at JPL, which means he is constantly stressed and his sleep schedule is about as regular as my mood. He wears thick glasses which he keeps pushing up onto the top of his head (’cuz he only needs them for reading) and then forgetting about them and ending up with a headache. He also wears lots of oversized sweaters.
- Cassian is, of course, our barista. Now, I don’t “get” American coffee and I believe that Cassian, being a good latino, wouldn’t either. Starbucks is just dirty water (fight me) and Cassian would never serve anything even vaguely resembling that. No, he serves proper coffee. Espressos and café con leche in reasonably sized cups!
- of course, Bodhi is used to consuming buckets of vaguely coffee-like liquid, but he’s already developed such a high tolerance to caffeine that it basically does nothing. So one day, while searching for a stronger drug, or maybe because Starbucks was too packed, he stumbles into Cassian’s little coffeeshop. Much emptier. Really, it’s just Cassian, a couple of customers and demon-dog Kaytoo sleeping near the door.
- Bodhi, who hasn’t slept in like… ever, just asks for something strong, barely registering how cute the barista really is. Cassian brings him a tiny cup, and Bodhi is like “hahaha, what the hell is this? is this for a doll?”. Cassian’s smile goes a bit stiff and he’s just like “that’s the proper way to drink coffee” with a hint of ice in his tone. Bodhi decides not to anger the man and drinks it.
- and of course it’s the best thing ever.
- anyway, long story short, Bodhi becomes sort of addicted to Cassian’s coffee, not so much for the caffeine, but because it’s delicious and Cassian is so goddamn handsome. He comes in everyday, though at totally random times, and talks to Cassian for increasingly long periods, while Cassian firmly refuses to give him more than two espressos (”you’ll die. look at you, your hands are already shaky”, “oh no, that’s just nerves”, “why are you nervous?”, “………..work! ‘cuz of work!”)
- since Bodhi’s internal clock is all fucked up, he shows up at Cassian’s shop one evening just to realize the man is nearly done closing. He apologizes and starts to leave, but Cassian’s like “nonsense! stay, have a seat!” and brews him a fresh cup. They sit close together talking quietly, with most of the lights turned off. Bodhi tells Cassian all about his work at the jet propulsion lab, and he gets a bit carried away talking about space travel. Cassian leans his chin on his hand and just listens, watching him fondly.
- at some point Bodhi notices this and is like “what?”. “nothing. you just get really excited when you talk about space. it’s cute”. Bodhi has a mini meltdown.
- what follows is something like:
“you… you think I’m cute?”
“cute, handsome… brilliant too, of course.”
“right. okay. so… does that mean I could ask you out on a date?”
“I think this is already pretty much a date…”
“okay. so, at what point during this date would it be okay for me to kiss you?”
“right now would be fine.”
- when they kiss, Bodhi tastes like good coffee. His glasses keep getting in the way, so Cassian takes them off (they weren’t doing anything on top of Bodhi’s head anyway), then goes back to running his fingers through Bodhi’s hair.
- the next item on Cassian’s list of priorities is to make sure Bodhi gets some goddamn sleep by convincing him to spend most nights at his place.
Harvey just stares at him for the briefest second, not humored by the light-hearted joke in the slightest. He gave a short nod and shrug of his shoulder, right before the elevator doors began to close, said, “Bottom or top?”
In the end, he’d meant it to return the joke. They were friends. It was all so… easy.
But the doors slid open again and Mike’s hand was dropping to his side. When had that happened? Oh, right. He was too busy imagining being the bottom or top to Mike’s top or bottom. “Top,” Mike said confidently, tilting his chin in a show of defiance toward his boss.
Harvey’s smirk spoke volumes. What a silly kid. “Bottom.” Harvey’s voice said softly through the cabin, both rough and smooth - all kind of smooth - as he tilted his chin toward the associate in the same way he had only seconds ago. Quickly, he added, “And maybe if you’re good I’ll let you finish.”
That seemed to do the kid in. His shoulders slouched, and his expression couldn’t be described by any word other than “ugh”. Clearly, he thought this was some dirt-humored joke. Classic, between them. But not when he had been asking a serious question and Harvey had been toying with him.
As the doors began to close again, Harvey called out, “Hey, rookie?”
Mike’s hand came up to stop the doors again, although with much less enthusiasm this time.
MIke’s eyes went wide, and his skin flushed ever so slightly, but he stepped into the steel box anyway and watched the reflective doors close behind him. His pulse had reached a record speed, and he wasn’t exactly sure if he was still breathing. He sneaked a glance over to the man next to him, analyzing his demeanor. Harvey stood proud as ever, biting his cheek to (although not very well) hide his amusement.
They stood in the hallway of Pearson the next day; Mike’s eyes trailing after the sight of Harvey’s tongue grazing deliciously across his lower lip, a mischievous glint in his eye making the younger heat up from the inside. No, things were definitely not going to be awkward between them.
Okay. Ive literally watched this video like 10 times, and the only conclusions I can come to are that 1) JOON LOOKIN LIKE A MOB BOSS DA FUCK (until the end where he lets out that squeaky oh haha), and 2) everyone involved with this concept is on drugs. It only makes sense.
namjoon was serving cake in that music video fuck he’s so goddamn handsome more people need to realise just how beautiful king kim namjoon is… HIS SQUEAKY ‘OH’ KILLED ME, SOMEONE SAVE HIM! basically yeah i’m high just from watching the M/V it was a trip and i still have no clue what’s happening????
A/N: Here’s that thing I posted about earlier that I might post. Is this how this works? I dunno, I pretty much have no idea what I’m doing. But, after a hard week, I sat down to write (which I actually do a lot of, I just don’t ever share anything with anyone besides my sister) and this came out. And since my give a damn is totally busted, I decided to actually post it. Some of what the reader goes through is based in actual events that happened. Feedback? PLEASE! There is more, but we’ll see what the response is to this…
Warnings: Fluff. Language. Light smut. Reader having a really awful day and having a break down.
Wrestling with grocery bags while trying to keep the phone to your ear and grab your keys was proving to be quite the feat.
“So, there’s nothing you can do for me?” You questioned.
“I’m really sorry, the hold on your account will remain until this is taken care of,” the man on the other end of the line told you.
“But it was fraud!” You exclaimed as you finally got your key in the lock.
“Then you’ll need to file a claim with our fraud department. I can transfer you there now.”
Before you could say anything the line clicked and the worst hold music you’d ever heard began playing. Sighing, you locked your apartment door and took the grocery bags to the kitchen. Looking at the three small bags, you were grateful that you had a grandmother that constantly worried about you and would send you cash. It came at the perfect time, too.
“First National Bank Fraud Department, this is Mikayla, how can I help you this afternoon?” A too cheery voice said over the line.
“Yes, hi, my name is Y/N Y/L/N, and I need to report some fraud on my account,” you sighed wearily.
“I can certainly help you with that!” Man her voice was going to send you over the edge.
Can you do a taehyung or jimin series/ angst to fluff where you two are best friends but you like him, and you overhear him saying that he would never date you, but in reality he was just trying to hide his feelings? Does this even make sense? Lmao Anyways thank you so much for ur hard work i love ur scenarios
I FINALLY FINISHED THIS OMG SORRY U HAD TO WAIT SO LONG AND BTW YES IT MADE SENSE AND THANK YOU SO MUCH AND ILYSM (btw I think you’re really pretty MWA MWA)
Jimin x Reader
Genre: Angst and extra mega fluff fluff
Word count: 4716
A bet with Yoongi, a tidal wave of emotions and drama feat Park Jimin, and the poor twenty dollar bill.
You’ve always been aware of how handsome your best friend was.
Aware of how he ran his cute chubby hands through his hair whenever he was frustrated, how he furrows his brows when he focused on something, how he purses his lips when he couldn’t get a dance move right, how he whined whenever you didn’t pay enough attention to him, and the way his eyes turned into crescents whenever he smiled at you.
Although you’ve always denied it, you always have been and always will be aware.
You’ve always looked past it in the first year of being friends with him, knowing full well that falling in love with your best friend wasn’t the most admirable thing to do especially when he was completely out of your reach. However, as time passed by and as you drew closer to one another, you found yourself falling deeper and deeper for your best friend with the killer biceps.
In short you were whipped, but you’d never admit that.
“Y/N, you like Jimin don’t you?” Yoongi nonchalantly said, making you choke on thin air. Your eyes widened, gaze snapping to him who was casually eating his ramyun. Heat rushed to your face when Yoongi flashed a smug smirk at your reaction and you glared at him.
“W-Why would you even think I do? Jimin is only a friend” You blurted out, cheeks set aflame when Yoongi rolled his eyes at your blatant lie. Of all the boys you were close with, Yoongi always saw through you even when all the others couldn’t. At first you thought he was just bluffing, but in the length of time you’ve been friends with him, you’re starting to think that the guy’s a mind reader.
“You know you can’t lie to me Y/N. You’re like a daily newspaper that I’m forced to read you know.” Yoongi said with an exaggerated sigh, and you smacked him on the arm with a scowl.
“It’s not like I like it when you read my mind too you know” You snapped, lips forming a pout when Yoongi laughed at you. You sighed in defeat, rubbing your temples soothingly as you unwillingly admitted, besides, there was absolutely no point in arguing with a person who saw through you like your skin was made of transparent glass.
“Alright fine, I’m kinda into him, but there’s no point since he only sees me as his best friend” you mumbled. Yoongi raised a brow at your bitter confession and took a sip on his drink.
“I think he likes you back though” He said, eyeing you carefully as you scoffed.
“You don’t have to tell me that to make me feel better you know”
Yoongi leaned back on his seat, staring at you in analyzation. You hated when he does that, you felt like you were open to him, and the thought made you cringe. You unconsciously wrapped your arms around you in protection, glaring at him from the other side of the table.
“Yah Min Yoongi don’t you look at me like that you perv–”
“Want to make a bet?” He suggested confidently, making you raise your eyebrow in both confusion and suspicion. For the record, Min Yoongi never initiates a bet when his victory wasn’t ensured, which caused you to lose too much money for your liking. You weren’t sure if you he was initiating on a bet about Jimin’s feelings for you but somehow, the thought made butterflies erupt in your stomach.
After all, this is Min Yoongi we’re talking about, and he is either always right, or never wrong.
Deciding to play it cool, you gave him an amused chuckle, lamely pretending to not be affected by his previous declaration.
“Are you seriously trying to bet on whether Jimin likes me or not?” You asked, your tone laced in disbelief, as you took a large gulp of coffee. Yoongi shrugged at you and smirked.
“Sure. Twenty dollars, you in?” Your eyes widened and you choked on your drink, slamming your glass of coffee down on the hard surface of the table, causing it to spill and create a small dark brown pool. Your eyes snapped to his scrunched up face, your jaw dropped at the amount he was willing to give up.
“T-Twenty dollars? Are you being serious right now Yoongi?” You asked him, face filled with astonishment when he nodded without any further ado. You were baffled by his confidence, and a sudden urge to wipe his smug smirk away started to claw on your senses. It wasn’t always that you were given the opportunity to put the Min Yoongi to shame, and whenever you were presented a chance, it was stupid to let that pass.
You gave him a smirk, suddenly filled with determination as you held out your hand for him to shake. Yoongi grabbed it without a second thought, leveling your smirk with his own as he shook it firmly.
You didn’t know the exact reason why, but you were very much troubled at the moment.
Ever since the talk with Yoongi a little while ago, you couldn’t talk to Jimin anymore without over analyzing his actions of some sort, trying hard to see through him and know if he really liked you like how Yoongi assumed. You were quite enthralled at the thought of Jimin liking you back, which led you to weird (and quite disgusting, honestly) methods to find out.
So instead of listening to him talk about his day, you found yourself thinking of why he insisted on pouring your water for you a few minutes ago, staring into blank space with furrowed brows. Jimin had noticed long ago that you were out of the conversation, and the best way to find out if you really were, was to talk about unnecessary things.
Of course you just had to ignore him, which confirmed his suspicions.
Sighing, Jimin snapped a finger in front of your face, making you flinch back to life. You met Jimin’s unhappy eyes, and you felt your heart skip a beat.
How can a guy be so goddamn handsome?
“Y/N were you even listening?” He whined, his bottom lip sticking out, clearly upset. You chuckled awkwardly, having no idea of what he was talking about earlier considering you were too busy imagining Jimin confess his undying love for you, which caused heat to rush to your face without your consent.
“Uhh… you were talking about Taehyung and Jin’s lame jokes..?” You tried, mentally slapping yourself at the stupid guess. The corner of Jimin’s lips twitched in amusement, coughing out a bit to hide his smile as he put on the best angry face he had.
“I was talking about the length of an average hippopotamus’ legs” Jimin answered for you.
You raised a brow at that, lips twitching at the very uncommon topic.
“You disturbed my peaceful daydreaming so I could discuss with you the length of a hippopotamus’ leg?” Jimin nodded smugly, arms crossed over his puffed out chest. Your jaw dropped.
“Jimin I think you need serious medical attention” You said seriously, pulling a scowl from Jimin’s face.
“Yah! What’s wrong with talking about that? A hippo’s legs are even longer than yours!” He snapped. Your mouth formed an ‘o’ shape at the insult thrown at you. You glared at him and jabbed a finger on his right shoulder.
“What?! Yah, Park Jimin don’t act like your so much taller! We only have a one cm difference you know!”
“At least mine are longer!” He bickered back. You placed a hand on your chest, offended. You two fell silent, chest heaving in sync and glares fixated on each other. It didn’t take long before the two of you broke into a fit of giggles, hands smacking the table repeatedly at the stupidity of your previous argument.
The two of you held your stomachs in a failed attempt to stifle your laughs, and tears were starting to form in the corners of your eyes. However, you couldn’t get your mind off the beautiful high pitched laughs that came out of Jimin’s mouth. You mentally slapped yourself.
Get a grip of yourself Y/N!
The laughs finally died out, and the two of you found yourself staring at each other with warm smiles on your faces. The moment felt comfortable, and you took the opportunity to take in Jimin’s godly features. From the creases on his forehead, to the slope of his nose, and the curve of his plump lips. Everything was perfect. Your eyes met his dark ones and you bit your lip at the hidden galaxy stored in them, so complex and fascinating that you almost forgot how to breathe.
In the midst of your staring, Taeyang’s Ringa Linga went off making Jimin snap out of his stance, cheeks burning. You felt your cheeks flush as well, looking away from him immediately and scratching the back of your neck self consciously as he picked up his phone.
“H-Hello?” He stammered, clearing his throat. You felt your insides twist at his sudden bundle of nerves.
“Yoongi hyung? Now? Ah, I understand. I’ll be right there hyung. Yea, bye.” Your ears quirked at the mention of Yoongi’s name, a small ball of suspicion stirring up in your chest. It has to have something to do about the bet, or Yoongi would’ve just texted instead of called. You were about to ask Jimin about it but he beat you to it.
“I have to go, Yoongi hyung needs to talk to me at the practice room. See ya later.” He said, flashing you a shy smile before walking away, leaving you feeling giddy and lightheaded. By the time he left your field of vision, you grunted loudly, running a hand through your semi-tangled hair, with little to no care about messing it up even more. You were very anxious. What if Yoongi actually asks Jimin about you? What if Yoongi does something stupid and tells Jimin about how you feel instead?
What if Yoongi was wrong after all?
You felt goosebumps rise because of the thought. That would be horrible. If that was the case then you’d lose everything you’ve built with Jimin. The 3 year long friendship will turn to shambles, and to add to that, a broken heart for you. You snapped your eyes shut and pulled on your hair lightly, muttering 'stupid’ to yourself repeatedly.
There was no way the bet with Yoongi was a good idea.
Your eyes fell on a textbook on Jimin’s side on the table, and you reached for it, running your palm over the neatly covered book.
Jimin must’ve left it behind, you thought. You bit your bottom lip, and gathered your things, preparing to walk your way to their practice room. It wouldn’t be too bad for them to see you there, after all you were just returning a book Jimin left. It will definitely go well.
Your heart was everything but calm as you made your way to through the halls of the company, stammering out greetings to some staff you met on the way. You were a walking bundle of nerves, and by the time you reached the door of their practice room you had to take a break to stop yourself from falling over.
You took a long, heavy breath and held out your hand for the knob before the familiar husky voice that belongs to none other than Min Yoongi, met your ears.
“What do you think of Y/N Jimin?”
You froze in shock, blood running cold at the too direct question thrown by Yoongi. There was a short silence before Jimin’s answer was heard.
“What? I think she’s really pretty, although she can be very masculine and clumsy.” He answered, a melodic chuckle following closely after. You felt heat rush to your cheeks at that, reminding yourself to be more feminine. There was a drawn out silence before Yoongi spoke again.
“You know that’s not what I mean Jimin”
“What do you mean then?”
Yoongi ran a hand through his hair.
“Do you like Y/N?”
“Of course I–”
“As more than just a friend?” Yoongi deadpanned, and you felt your chest tighten as Jimin fell silent. Your heart was pounding too noisily that you began to worry that they would hear, but it was all drowned out by Jimin’s silence that was all too loud for your preference. You felt paranoid and numb of all emotion except apprehension, and all you wanted was to just run away and forget about the deal you had with Yoongi. Maybe if you do so then you wouldn’t be hurt as much, and your relationship with Jimin would just say the way it was.
Maybe if you just interrupt them right now then Yoongi wouldn’t get the chance to hear Jimin’s answer, and you could talk him into ending the bet, even if it means paying for some high class dinners.
Finding newfound determination, you stood up straight, clearing your throat and plastering a huge smile on yourself as you reached for the door knob again. You managed to fling the door half open, but you couldn’t help but freeze as you processed Jimin’s words that seemed to pierce through your heart painfully like he was made for it.
“No I don’t. She’s only a friend to me, why would you even consider that?”
The textbook fell from your grasp, the sound of the impact causing the two lads to look at your direction, both eyes widening as they take in your appalled state. You were trembling slightly, a lump stuck in your throat and you struggled to breathe evenly, holding your emotions intact as much as you can. You felt absolutely stupid as you remembered the way you gave a meaning to the actions that obviously meant nothing to him at all.
What even made you think that you’d stand a chance in the first place? You’ll always be just a friend to him. You didn’t even reach Korea’s beauty standard and yet you try to get it with one of the members of the hottest idol group. It was either you were delusional or just plain stupid.
You were ashamed to say the least.
Trying to pick up the remnants of your embarrassing state, you quickly picked up the fallen textbook, and with all the strength you have, you put on the brightest smiling face you could muster. Jimin visibly flinched at the obvious front you pulled up, and regret was quickly rising in his system.
He wanted to tell you it wasn’t true, that he didn’t mean it and that he truly felt something for you, but his voice didn’t allow him to, and like a fool, he just stood there staring at you with eyes that held everything and spoke everything.
You gave him a funny look and rolled your eyes.
“What are you looking so regretful about Jiminie?” You asked mockingly, ignoring the way your voice cracked at the end as you walked inside the room and finding it empty except for the two boys. It made it even harder, considering you weren’t in the state where you wanted to confront the two at the same time. Your eyes fell on Yoongi, and you winced at the amount of regret that flashed through it.
You chuckled bitterly.
“Don’t look at me like that Yoongi. I’m perfectly fine see? I just came here to return–”
“Y/n please stop it” You felt your blood boil at Yoongi’s emotionless words. Eyes screwed shut as your jaw clenched at their own accord. He didn’t have to say anything else for you to understand. Fuck, you completely understood what he meant, but you couldn’t shake off the rage that brewed beneath your skin as you remembered how expertly Yoongi made you assume that somebody like Jimin would like you.
You felt like you were being played, and you couldn’t be any happier.
Taking a deep breath, you flashed Yoongi a sarcastic smile, your knuckles clenched together tightly as the urge to throw a goddam punch on his pale face became stronger as seconds passed.
“Stop? Stop what Min Yoongi? Stop returning things you guys left behind or stop entering your goddamn practice room?”
“Y/n you know what I mean”
“Oh of course I know what you mean Yoongi, so maybe you just have to shut your fucking mouth and lay down your pride sometimes. Other than that I have nothing to say, after all I saw this coming, and yes you don’t need to rub it to my face. I was fucking stupid to even believe you in the first place, and look where it got me.” You spat bitterly, every word emphasized for him to get the hint. Yoongi didn’t answer you, and instead looked away, biting his lip to hold back a snarky retort. You could see Jimin’s surprised look at your sudden outburst, and you turned to him, face blank and completely in contrast with the burst of emotions that stirred up in your stomach.
“Jimin.. I just came to tell you that you forgot your textbook” You said, refusing to meet his eyes as you handed it to him, ignoring the sparks that flew into your arm as his skin made in contact with yours.
“Y/n listen, I-I didn’t mean–” You slammed your eyes shut.
“Jimin, just… You don’t – you have nothing to explain Jimin. I completely understand and to be honest it should be me who’s apologizing. Please just – please forget that every happened okay? We can just – let’s just go back to the way we were before – with no special feelings whatsoever.
"I’m completely fine with that so please - ”
“Y/n… you’re crying” You heard Jimin choke out. You cursed under your breath, furiously wiping the stray tears that fell down your now red cheeks. You were trembling furiously at this point, tears endless as you try to wipe at them all at once. Your knees were weak, and it took all your energy to turn around and run. Run away from Jimin, run away from Yoongi, run away from all the pain, and humiliation.
You ran and ran until your legs gave out, which didn’t take too long.
You found yourself inside an empty restroom, falling down helplessly on the tiled floor as you took a deep breath to unleash the scream that has been tingling in the back of your throat ever since the rejection left Jimin’s mouth. Your voice only heightened in volume, and yet you couldn’t give a single fuck as you sobbed as loud as you can, the walls echoing your screams and cries.
You buried your head into your palms, nails digging into your scalp as you fought for control. Your vision was blurred with tears, and you just couldn’t understand what you did to deserve this.
But before you could organize your thought, a loud and urgent knock interrupted you.
You swallowed thickly, knowing exactly who it was behind the white colored door. You didn’t answer, praying intently that he would just stop it and leave.
However, fate doesn’t work like that.
“Y/n I know you’re there. Please open up.” You heard Jimin say, his voice full of frustration as he tried twisting the knob a few times before giving up, and instead opted on banging on the door continuously. Seeing as you weren’t answering him, he tried again, this time, louder and firmer.
“Y/n goddamn it open up! I heard your screams so I’m certain that you’re there”
Jimin gritted his teeth.
“Y/n if you don’t open up right now I’m gonna break the door open” He threatened, and you felt your anger spike.
“Can’t you just leave me the fuck alone Jimin? Why do you even want to see me right now?”
There was a pause.
“It’s because I fucking love you back. Do you understand now?!” He spat out, and before you could stop it, butterflies erupted wildly in your stomach, almost making you unconscious. Your eyes widened and your heart was beating wildly against your ribcage at his sudden confession.
You screwed your eyes shut, smacking your palms against your ears while shaking your head vehemently.
It had to be a lie.
“Y-You’re lying. I-I don’t believe you. Just go away Park Jimin!” You screamed desperately, tone pleading and full of refutation. Jimin felt his heart twinge at your voice, feeling remorse crawl up his spine for what he did. He caused the love of his life pain, just to prevent his pride from getting torn.
He was a coward, and because of that, you had to suffer.
You heard the banging getting louder, a deafening crash following right after. You gasped as you realized that Jimin had knocked down the door, and you cursed, scooting towards the corner of the room to put as much distance as you can to the two of you.
You caught a glimpse of him entering the restroom before you buried your head deeper into your arms, wanting to just disappear into thin air right this moment. Jimin fell on your huddled up form and felt his chest ache at your pained state. Your heard his thundering steps approach you and you sealed your eyes shut as you waited for the worst to come.
You felt your heart leap out of your chest when Jimin pulled your wrist roughly, sending you flying into his hard chest. His arms wrapped around your body securely, his grip rigid and persistent. His scent wafted around you, leaving you breathless and giddy at the pleasant smell of raspberry and wood. Heat rushed to your face at the proximity and you press your small hands against his chest, trying to get him away but failing helplessly as Jimin tightened his hold.
“J-Jimin let me go!” You whisper yelled, still trying to push on his hard torso, ignoring the way his abdominal muscles flexed beneath your fingers. Jimin buried his face into your neck, inhaling your scent deeply as he growled into your ear.
“I’m not letting you go until you explain” he grumbled and you tensed at his words. Does he seriously want you to get even more humiliated than you already are?
“W-What more do I have to fucking say Jimin?” You asked, and you could feel Jimin’s muscles tense at your question. There was a short silence before he answered you with another hesitant question.
“Y/n, do you… like me?”
Your heart stopped, and you could’ve sworn you felt your organs flip at the frank question. There was no way you could deny your feelings for him this time, due to all the crying and screaming the two of you just had. It was all so obvious, and yet you couldn’t bring yourself to answer, fearing the rejection that you were sure to receive. You didn’t understand why he wanted you to explain. You didn’t understand why he would even ask a question that had a clear answer. Had he wanted you to become more distraught than you already are? Maybe, and the idea ripped you to shreds.
“Yes Jimin. I like you. Hell, I fucking love you. So please, please don’t make this harder for me, and just forget - ” Jimin pulled away from you, and you gasped as you stared into his dark orbs which held so much emotion that you had to look twice to make sure.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” He growled out, and you flinched at his sudden change of tone, confusion etched on your features as he stared at you incredulously. His grip on your arms were tight, and you winced slightly at the slight pain that emitted from it.
Your eyes travelled back to his face and you felt you heart jump slightly as you found a wide grin on his face, his face filled with glee with a touch of disbelief.
“Holy shit you don’t know how happy I am right now” he said, his grin never leaving his face as he giggled uncontrollably, the sound music to your ears. You tilted your head at him in confusion and he gave you a warm smile, his eyes turning into crescents that never failed to make your heart flutter.
“Just so you know, I wasn’t lying when I said I liked you.” He said and you felt your heart skip a beat. You flushed a light pink and looked away.
“Y-You don’t have to lie you know - ” Jimin grabbed your chin and forced you to look back at him, cheeks burning even more as he stared at you intensely. This can’t be real. It has to be a lie, I mean it’s Park Jimin we’re talking about.
“I’m serious. I-I really didn’t mean what I said there. It’s just that I became scared of the thought that maybe he’ll tell you when I was planning to just keep it to myself thinking that you’d never feel the same way.” He confessed, his face turning into a violent shade of red as he hung his head in shame. Your skin tingled as you take in his words, heart laced in a sudden warmth at his revelation. You could barely believe it.
He liked you back. The Park Jimin liked you back.
This has to be a dream.
You noticed how his gaze fell to your slightly ajar lips, his tongue sweeping out to wet his lips, your eyes unconsciously following. His eyes fluttered to meet yours and the look he had on his face was enough to make your knees weak and for all thought to leave your brain. His eyes were laced with pure affection and longing, making pleasant shivers run up your spine.
The two of you leaned in slowly, eyes fluttering close as your lips connected into a searing kiss that took your breath away. The kiss was gently and intimate, his lips soft as it moved with yours in a smooth rhythm. He tasted way better than you’ve ever imagined, his lips a mini heaven on earth as it greedily claimed yours. His nails dug into your hips as the two of you pulled away, breathing heavily with faces flushed into a soft pink. You both take in each other, wide smiles decorating your face as you lean your foreheads together, relishing the moment.
However, a small and tired grunt disturbed your sweet moment, making both of you snap towards the visitor’s direction, finding a scowling Yoongi at the doorway.
You saw Jimin’s ears turn red when Yoongi gave him a small smirk. Realizing what the small smirk meant, your face went pale, mentally apologizing to your soon to be empty wallet.
that hardly sounds casual jesus h christ woman he’s just a normal dude you don’t have to be so goddamn terrified of him so what if he’s really handsome and cool that doesn’t mean he’s going to hate you for just saying-