Summary: The first words you’ll hear your soulmate say are tattooed onto your skin from birth. You hear the words, but in the worst possible situation - he’s in love with your close friend. Scenario: Soulmate AU, angst, fluff Word Count: 5,746
guys just. please. god, please. make sure your friends know you love them. make sure they have no doubts. make sure they know you’ll always be there for them, no matter what happens. make sure they know they can come to you.
it’s okay to leave people’s lives and switch friend groups and all that but god, just. when youre friends with someone. make sure they know.
❝ You and Jimin have been playing an ongoing game of dare since the fourth grade, the only thing off limits —much to his disappointment— was daring you to marry him. ❞
A/N: As promised!!! A sneak peak of whats to come in a few days!!Dedicated to sana my love @chokemejimin because she pointed out that every single jimin fic or series she liked of mine was discontinued or deleted lmao. I hope u like it bc i love you!!!!
“Interesting.” He muttered, focused on the rings on your fingers, none of which happened to be the one he had given to you two Christmas’ ago —no, you wore that one around your neck so no one misunderstood the nature of your relationship. Jimin rolled his eyes at that. Idiot girl.
You were the only one who misunderstood the nature of your relationship. Jimin was trying to marry and then fuck you and bless your stupid little existence by letting you have one or seven of his children, maybe not in that exact order but you were completely, obliviously stupid to his advances so it’s not like it really mattered.
“What’s interesting?” You sighed.
“___,” he whined, “You can’t just blow them off this once?”
“No.” You glared, “I always ditch them for you, they think we’re fucking.”
“Well they’re not too far off.” He smirked, and you returned it with a befuddled expression, “There was that one time you let me see your tits.”
You blinked at him, “Jimin that was once. In elementary school. You called them neato and I only did it because you said you would give me your dunkaroos. Also, I’m like 80 percent sure my nine year old tits were around the same size as your own at the time but whatever helps you sleep at night.”
Jimins smirk dropped, pinning you with a bored expression, “You always ruin everything.”
“Anyway,” You continued, “my point is I can’t blow them off.”
“I’ll just call Mina I’m sure she’ll understand—”
“No!” You exclaimed, yanking your hand out of his own, and you instantly regretted it. Because Jimin wasn’t the established and decorated police sergeant he was at such a young age for no reason. His gaze narrowed on you in suspicion, and you glanced out the window, caving under his close scrutiny.
Park Jimin let out an over dramatic gasp that was loud enough to wake a very annoyed, very grumpy Min Suga in the front seat.
He pointed an accusatory finger in your face, “You have a date tonight, you betraying bastard!”