doubt || park jimin
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Park Jimin x reader
Summary: Jimin gets jealous of your relationship with Jungkook, and needs reassuring that he’s the only one you love.
Jungkook and I had known each other since we were 15. We were the same age, and from the same town, so thrown into a group of trainees, we had clung to each other for familiarity. From there, he introduced me to the rest of BTS, and to Jimin. Even when Jimin and I started dating, Jungkook remained my closest friend; the person I knew best.
Jimin had always been somewhat possessive over me, and wary about my relationship with Jungkook. I had spoken to him about it countless times, assuring him that he was the only one I loved, and anyone else was just a friend. I tried my best to increase the confidence he had in himself, as I had always thought that his jealous nature stemmed from insecurity.
The problem was that I was a naturally touchy person, particularly with Jungkook. He still provided me with comfort and reassurance, and I often found myself holding his hand, playing with his hair, or simply grabbing his arm when I was near him.
I didn’t realise how much it bothered Jimin until one day I took the friendliness too far.
The other members were over for the evening, and Jimin and I sat on the couch together, his arm slung across my shoulders. We were laughing at Jin acting out his charade card with overplayed and hilarious expressions when Jungkook appeared in the doorway. I knew he was having a rough day, so I watched his movements carefully. I noticed his eyes flickering around, clenching his fingers and swallowing nervously at seeing there was nowhere to sit.
Despite these being the people Jungkook was closest to in the world, his subdued nature came along with insecurity, not unlike Jimin’s, in situations like these. My heart clenched at the uneasy expression on his face. Seeing that he was about to retreat back to the kitchen out of embarrassment, I acted quickly and grabbed his arm, pulling him down to half land on my lap, filling the space between Jimin and I.
I smiled and felt relief settle in my stomach as he laughed, cuddling up to my side like a child. I didn’t notice Jimin’s expression then – eyebrows furrowed and mouth twisted downwards as Jungkook threw his leg over mine and I began running my fingers through his hair.
I felt Jungkook gradually relax against me, and he began joining in more, making comments and laughing along with the group. We started talking to each other in hushed whispers, lips brushing the other’s ear so as not to disturb the others while we talked. I didn’t notice as Jimin seemed to retreat further into himself, and I didn’t notice as his jaw became set and his fists clenched tightly.
I only noticed when he suddenly stood up, pushing off Jungkook and leaving the room without a word. The others turned to me with confused expressions, and I stilled my movements, frowning at the door he had just left through. Jungkook lifted his legs off me and I stood up silently, quickly following Jimin out of the room.
Concern twisted in my stomach as I hurried up the stairs after him. This was not like Jimin. I couldn’t get his facial expression as he had left the room out of my head - it was dead set, with barely any emotion, unlike his usual expressive face.
“Jimin?” I called quietly, poking my head into our room to see if that’s where he had gone. Sure enough he was standing next to the wardrobe, digging through one of the drawers. I frowned, moving further into the room. “Jimin?”
“You should go back downstairs.” He didn’t even turn around, or halt his movements at all. I watched as he pulled out a jumper, yanking it over his head.
“What’s wrong?” I asked tentatively, trying to see his face. He slammed the drawer shut abruptly and harshly, making me jump. “Jimin-“
“What’s wrong?” He suddenly whipped around, and I was taken aback by the rage in his face. “What’s wrong is that you’re practically making out with someone else, with me sitting on the same couch!”
The volume of his voice startled me and I widened my eyes at his statement.
“What?” I asked, trying to gather my thoughts, taking in his heaving chest and steely eyes.
“It doesn’t matter.” He muttered, turning back around with a flick of his wrist. “Just go back to your new boyfriend, I’m sure he’s wondering where you are.”
“Jimin, I know…” I tried to start, but the look he gave me made me shut my mouth instantly.
“You don’t know anything.” He snapped, sitting down on the edge of the bed and rubbing his hands together. “You don’t know what it’s like to doubt yourself, and your relationship, every second of every day.” My breath caught in my throat. “You don’t know what it’s like to have your girlfriend act more like she’s in a relationship with your best friend than she is with you.”
A thick silence settled over the room, and I felt tears build in the back of my eyes at his words. He was right. How could I have sat there with Jungkook like that, not considering how it would make Jimin feel? I opened my mouth to tell him I was sorry but he spoke first.
“What does he have that I don’t?” The anger in his eyes died down to leave only hurt. I bit my lip, moving closer and sitting down next to him.
“Jimin…” I started, watching his face carefully as he looked down, fiddling with his fingers in his lap. “Jimin, look at me.”
He tilted his head up and met my gaze. I sighed at his shining eyes and desperate expression, lifting my hand to stroke up his cheek and across his hairline.
“I could never. I would never.” I kept my eyes on my fingers running through his hair, knowing if I met his eyes I would cry. “I love you too much.”
I leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek, lingering my lips on the skin there and feeling him shift underneath me.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry I didn’t think about how you were feeling. I’m sorry I didn’t notice how serious you were about this.” I whispered, my eyes shut against his face and my fingers still absentmindedly tracing through his hair.
“Jungkook…” I pulled back to meet his gaze. “Jungkook is my best friend. He’s my best friend, Jimin.” I said firmly, and watched something change in his eyes. He nodded slowly.
I gave him a small smile, stroking his cheek lightly.
“Then you understand what it’s like. He’s not as strong as he likes to think. I had to…” I struggled to explain why I had to behave like that with Jungkook, why he needed me. Jimin quickly took my hand.
“I know.” He nodded understandingly with a soft smile, and I was relieved to find no trace of anger left on his face.
“You’re the one I love.” I smiled again, brushing my nose against his. “I love you. No one else. You’re all I need.” His nose scrunched and his eyes squinted into half-moons as he grinned, squeezing my hands.
“I love you too.”
Not able to resist anymore, I pushed forward, still smiling, and pressed my lips to his. The hand that had been resting on his shoulder moved to the nape of his neck and he grabbed my waist, leaning deeper into the kiss. His lips were cold against mine, and I tried to convey every bit of love and sincerity I could into them as he ran his hands up my waist. I shifted onto his lap, and he quickly accommodated, taking hold of my thighs and pressing my body against his.
“So you guys are okay then?”
I jumped so hard I caught my lip on Jimin’s tooth, hissing and bringing my hand to my mouth. I whipped my head around to glare at Jungkook, leaning against the doorway with a smirk. Jimin laughed and pulled me up from the bed, pressing a light kiss to my lips before moving towards the door. I grinned as he slung his arm over Jungkook’s shoulders, gripping my hand and pulling both of us downstairs.