pairing: jimin / foreign ♀ reader
word count: 2.8 k
genre: angst, romance
warnings: portraying the characters the way i need them to act for the fanfic, please don’t think it’s how they really are
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part two: values
Jimin sees her as he’s getting his makeup done. She’s talking to his manager, a bag is swung over her shoulder and he wonders if it’s heavy. It looks heavy. He doesn’t usually pay attention to the staff, but something about her makes him pause and direct his eyes at her. Perhaps it’s because she’s foreign, or maybe it’s because he’s never seen anyone carry themselves with an aura like hers. She seems confident with herself, standing tall and proud. He’s seen many foreigners carry themselves with lack of confidence, but he doesn’t blame them. They’re often oppressed in the society he grew up with. He shifts his eyes to her face and wonders how somebody could be gifted such a smile.
“Jimin, can you look at me for a second?” Jimin is pulled from his trance and looks at his makeup artist. He knows his cheeks are dusted with pink, but he plays it off. He sits still as the makeup artist blends the eyeshadow into the creases of his eyes, the eyes that society often looks down on. He can still see her in the corner of his eyes. She’s still talking to his manager, her mouth twisting into a smile as his manager says something and makes some hand motions towards him and the rest of the members. Jimin finally looks at her again at the same time her eyes direct themselves at him. They make eye contact for a second or two, small smiles are exchanged, and then she directs her attention to the others. She bows slightly as she introduces herself to the boys. Her Korean is fluent and Jimin wonders if his mother language has ever sounded as beautiful as it did coming out her mouth. She looks him in the eye again as she stands back up. He catches a glimpse of her ears before she pulls the hair that was put behind her ears back to frame her face. They’re tinted red.
He’s about to say turn red himself, wondering if it’s because of him but he can’t seem to catch her eyes again,. Jimin isn’t sure why, but his mouth goes dry.
Her name is y/n and she’s his age. She takes breathtaking pictures that land her a job with the famous and well-known BTS. Jimin can’t help but stare at her when she’s behind the camera and taking his picture. The way her hands curl around the camera has him thinking thoughts he shouldn’t be. The way her mouth moves and forms his name before giving him instructions on what to do make his toes curl. When she’s finished and bites her lip in concentration as she goes over the pictures she’s taken he wants to capture the moment and engraved it into his mind forever. It takes her a while to glance back at him again, and he almost stutters when she tells him it was nice working with him. Jimin ignores Namjoon snicker as Jimin returns the words. Y/n doesn’t say anything about his nervousness, she just smiles at him and continues to look through her work.
It takes Jimin a lot of nerve to try to have a conversation with her, in fact, it’s Taehyung who has to invites her to watch them during practice one day so he can actually talk to her. She’s running late at first, and Jimin feels the disappointment pool in his chest at the thought that she wouldn’t show up. Taehyung is about to tell him that she probably ran into some last minute job, when she stumbled in, apologizing because she got lost on the way to their dorm. It takes all of Jimin’s willpower to not trip over his own two feet as he’s running through their choreography and she’s staring at him so intently.
After they’re done with practice he gets a chance to talk to her alone. The others members practically run out the room and Jimin takes the hint and sits next to her on the floor. “That was really amazing, Jimin.” She tells him, and it’s the first time that his name has come out of her mouth and it drives him completely insane. He feels his mouth go dry and can only manage to smile, a shaky smile, and he bring his water bottle to his mouth so his mouth doesn’t feel like the Sahara desert. They sit in an awkward silence for a couple of seconds and Jimin is hating himself for it before she opens her mouth again and makes a joke. It catches him off guard at first, but then it processes in his head that an angel is actually joking with him and the next thing he knows he’s laughing and she’s laughing, and it feels so natural to just sit there and talk to her.
By the end of the day Jimin scores her phone number. He stumbles into bed that day, exhausted from practice, but he has a smile on his face because one of the contacts in his phone reads her name.
The next month is spent texting her back and forth. Sometimes they’re short and simple, asking her how she’s doing and if she already ate but it feels like winning the lottery to him. They’re about to hit two months of texting when Jimin sees something overseas that reminds her of him. He’s about to text her when he accidentally calls her. He goes to hang up the phone, but hesitates. He wonders what her voice would sound like on the phone. He’s pondering the thought for too long because suddenly he hears a quiet “hello, Jimin?” and he’s suddenly stumbling to put the phone to his ear. She giggles when he says he accidentally called her, but he finds himself talking to her for the next hour. He has to hang up too soon for his taste, and he’s wondering how to ask if they can talk on the phone later, when she takes the step for him. “Call me later-when you can- okay, Jimin?” He promises he will, face flushed and thankful that she can’t see his nervous state.
Jimin is certain that he wants to be more than friends with her. It doesn’t take long before Jimin realizes that maybe she doesn’t want to be just friends either. She gives him affectionate nicknames and he catches her staring at him when he’s not staring at her directly. One time he even held her hand to help her with something and even when he was done helping her, her fingers were still laced with his.
When he finally works up the nerve to ask her out secretly and she says yes he can’t help but feel like everything is coming into place. After dating for a few months, he’s already meeting her parents when they come and visit her in Korea. Everything is going amazing, but that night where he kisses her goodbye at her apartment and she pulls back she asks him a question that he had been avoiding for months.
“When will I get to meet your family?”
Jimin was raised in a society that’s like any society- it has expectations and has a definition for the perfect citizen. He was raised in that society and was raised under a conservative household. He grew up having an imagine implanted in his head by society on what was beautiful and who was beautiful. He’d have his fair moments of feeling society weigh on him, but he noted that there were people who got a cold shoulder. Foreigners or anyone mixed always got a hard time. Jimin wasn’t as aware of the issue as he expanded his mindset and started visiting different countries and noted the beauty within everyone - no wonder what their race or ethnicity was.
But when he started dating y/n he acted like he didn’t know what he’s parents would say. He’d ignore the issue and act like he didn’t know the judgment that was going to be casted. He knew if they went public it would result in the same fashion.
When y/n would bring up the topic Jimin would just pretend he didn’t hear anything or just tell her “soon”. Y/n didn’t expect to go public, she respected Jimin and his career. She knew it would bring him problems and his company finally allowed him to date someone on the low, so who was she to complain, knowing who she was going to be dating since the start? But being introduced to his family was different. She didn’t need approval of her family to date Jimin, but she wanted him to meet them because she could picture her test of her life with Jimin. As months passed and they hit their one year anniversary she was starting to become insecure. Did he not love her? Did he think his parents wouldn’t like her?
Y/n had experienced a lot of oppression throughout her life, and it was no different in Korea. She knew her beauty wasn’t standard beauty in Korea and encountered plenty of ignorance. It never crossed her mind that Jimin might be one of those ignorant people. He treated everyone with respect. She didn’t think he was raised by ignorance either, because often ignorance raised ignorance. Sometimes though, people didn’t reflect the ignorance they were raised to believe.
The night Jimin’s mother surprised him at the dorms and she was there it was like she was finally getting what she wanted. She shot up from her seat on the couch, ignoring the pounding of her heart and her sweaty hands. She shook his mothers hand, who looked at her confused, but still introduced her herself. Y/n heart sank when she asked Jimin who she was, but shook it off, thinking that she probably didn’t recognize her. She was about to tell her what she was to her son, when Jimin, who had been quiet throughout their whole exchange, spoke up. “She’s no one, just one of the staff members.”
Y/n only had one second to react, before Hobi shot up from his seat and asked her if she could help him in the kitchen. He noted the way her lip started quivering. She was only in the kitchen for a minute. Hobi tried cheering her up, making up excuses, but she knew now. Knew that Jimin was ashamed of their relationship.
“I think I’m going to head home.” She finally spoke, running her shaky hand through her hair. Hoseok looked at her, pity evident in his expression, before nodding. “You want me to say something to Jimin?” Y/n shook her head.
The ride back to her apartment was quiet and she wondered why she turned off the radio when one of her boyfriends songs came on.
She wouldn’t make eye contact with him when he showed up to her apartment the next morning. He had called her before she slipped into bed, chest feeling heavy and foggy, but she had ignored his call. He had messaged her after that, but she didn’t bother checking to see what it was. She looked the bedroom door in case he used his spare key to come in at night. Around midnight she was woken up by the door jiggling. She heard him softly curse. She saw the shadow of his feet in the crack underneath the door, but she still didn’t say anything. She just rolled over and continued to sleep.
He eventually left and came back the next morning. He didn’t bring up anything, just continued to act like nothing had happened. She couldn’t bring herself to say anything either, only nodded and responded to his questions with one word. Jimin knew she was upset, but he still didn’t say anything. He continues to fill the silence with small talk that seemed to get more desperate. Y/n would just nod, curling herself on the other end of the couch, arms hugged to her side. Jimin hesitated, but knew he had to do something. He inched closer and moved to touch her arm, but stopped when he saw her wince when his hand came in contact with her skin. He pulled back his hand and finally couldn’t bring himself to say anything else.
His throat burned with the need to belt out something. The ache in his chest was getting stronger and all he wanted to do was make things better. But he knew she wasn’t stupid. His parents knew that he was dating someone. But he had always avoiding showing them a picture of who and gave them them y/n’s nickname. That night when his mom showed up, y/n had stated her name, and he felt ashamed to feel relieved when his mother didn’t recognize her by her name. And he had blurred out those words before he could even think. He knew he had screwed up when he noticed the slight quiver of y/n’s mouth. But he didn’t say anything.
He didn’t say anything for weeks to come. He tried distancing himself from y/n for a bit to clear his head and decide how he could possibly explain himself, but when he finally realized that he was with y/n because he was the one that loved her, it was too late.
She had been waiting for him when he texted her that he was coming over. He knew instantly what was going to happen when she looked up at him and her expression was bare.
“I can’t be with someone who’s ashamed of me.”
He didn’t have time to think, she was telling him to leave her apartment within a couple seconds before she said the sentence that burned itself into his head for the following weeks. Jimin still didn’t say anything as the door slammed on his face and he was thrown into the complete silence y/n had experience those weeks ago when she was driving back home from his dorms.
Jimin doesn’t see her for weeks. He calls and texts her for the first week, but then tells himself to give her space. She has the right to be upset, after all. But when more than three weeks pass and she isn’t answering the messages or calls from their mutual friends who he starts getting worried. He uses his connections and finds out she hasn’t been able to work for the past two days.
He can’t but think something is wrong and ends up at her apartment. He still has the spare key to her apartment, and he’s surprised to see that it still works with her lock. He wonders if that means he still has a chance, but it dwindles when he goes in and her apartment is empty.
His chest is burning when he gets back into his dorm. He reaches for his phone and calls the only person he can now and can’t help but let out a sob he has been holding in since the moment he realized he had lost her.
“‘Mom, I messed up.”
Y/n was moving into her new apartment when she heard a knock on her door. She was expecting a friend, so she opened the door before even checking to see who it was. Her eyes fell when she caught the sight of Jimin’s mom standing in her doorway. She was carrying some type of food in a plastic bag. Her eyes were red and puffy and y/n felt a pang of panic hit her.
“Is Jimin okay?” She instantly asked. Jimin’s mom looked at her, really looked at her. Y/n’s heart fell, expecting bad news, but instead her name left Jimin’s moms mouth. She went in without an invitation and sat in her couch nervously.
“I should have known it was you. When I came in that day, he was looking at you like you gave him a reason to live. I feel so stupid. My child has been suffering because he thought I’d disapprove. But I don’t. I would never disapprove of the woman my son chooses to love.” She goes to grab y/n’s hand and squeezes it.
“I’m sorry about this. I never realized that the way I let society and our beliefs impact him this way, I-” her eyes began to mist over and she was crying again.
“Please. Just talk to him. He wouldn’t say anything but your name. I just knew what had occurred, but he just couldn’t stop crying.”
Jimin’s mom didn’t say much after that. She simply wiped her eyes, handed her the bag of food, and told her that she was welcomed to her home anytime.
Y/n’a eyes drifted to the bag in her hand and when she opened it she was hit with the orama of her favorite dish. It was a traditional dish in her native country. Her mouth fell open slightly and she couldn’t help but blink rapidly, trying to avoid crying.
She didn’t know what to think anymore, but she knew she had to talk to him.