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.
hey, whats up, hello! so you’re gonna be a freshman and you’re probably moving in real soon, and you might be excited but also nervous, not to worry i got you! here are some tips and tricks and general advice based on my own experience.
okay so step by step:
okay so this is easily the most stressful thing about the first week of school. you gotta get all of your stuff into a tiny dorm if it’s a big room i am literally so jealous my dorm was like a prison so don’t freak out, stay cool and pack efficiently!
try not to overpack, it’s really easy to believe you’ll need everything you’re bringing but trust me you won’t even look at half of it
a good tip for this is, if you don’t use it at home, don’t bring it to school! (plus it’s really easy to just buy stuff you need on amazon so don’t forget that that’s an option too)
if you’re going to a school that deals in snow, DON’T bring that stuff (jackets/hats/boots/etc) with you when you move in. if you know you’re going to go home for a weekend before the snow sets in, definitely leave it at home and bring it with you later!
let your parents/guardians/friends/family help you move in. it might not seem like a big deal, but letting them help you will make them feel better. and if you don’t like how they arrange things, let it be! you have all semester to rearrange and settle in, they only have this one day, so just let them have it! also don’t forget to thank them when they leave!
ah yes, the wonderful concepts of roommates. i was lucky my freshman year, but some people aren’t
try and connect with them via facebook/school emails/phone, settling things like are you gonna share a mini fridge, microwave, coffeemaker and how you’re gonna decorate (if you’re into that) will help when you finally settle into your room
definitely go over ground rules once you’re all unpacked and settled in. my dorm had us go over a list of questions, come to an agreement, and sign it in case there were any future conflicts. cover things like:
is it okay to have my friends sit at your desk or on your bed when you aren’t there?
how should we handle overnight guests?
do you want me to give you a heads up if i have friends coming over?
100% agree to give each other a heads up on parents coming to your room
definitely definitely give each other a copy of your class schedule, and if you have classes at the same time maybe you can agree to make sure you’re both awake at the right time!
you don’t have to be bff’s with your roommate, sometimes it turns out that way and sometimes it doesn’t. what you do need to be is open and honest with your roommate. your year will be miserable (especially if you can’t switch roommates) if you don’t communicate with each other. don’t be afraid to tell them if something is bothering you. if you’re to nervous to do that or don’t like confrontation, talk to your RA or RD
so now that we got all that out of the way, here are some general tips about social things:
that whole keep your door open and people will come talk to you think is a load of bs. me and my roommate did that for weeks and no one came in. everyone is just waiting for someone else to take that chance. so go into peoples rooms and ask them if they wanna grab lunch/dinner! walk around and poke your head in their room! it might be awkward as hell but at least you’re trying :)
go to all (or as many) dorm activities as you can! this allows you to meet more people too even if the event is really dumb, at least show up. you always have the option to leave!
go to club meetings! even if you aren’t sure you want to stay in the club. it’s much harder or maybe just more awkward to join when you’re an upperclassmen, so try and get those roots down as soon as you can
that being said, you can always leave a group without any hard feelings. people do it all the time, so don’t be scared that once you go to one meeting you’re stuck in the group forever
don’t let anyone tell you that as a freshman you can’t get involved. if you want to, you can. there is absolutely nothing stopping you. you might have to work a bit harder but i know you can do it!
sometimes freshman year can suck, or at least have it’s moments. don’t give up. everything gets infinitely better as time goes one, i promise. if you’re having a tough time or feel isolated or overwhelmed, reach out to someone, a parent, friends from home, an old teacher, anyone really! don’t give up, things might get tough, but you ARE strong and you WILL get through it
I was wondering if I could request a fluffy scenario or headcanons of Mirio whose in a relationship with a quiet, Doesn't-stand-out underclassman S/O please? (Waaah! I haven't cried in BNHA in so long and it had to be for my favorite boy!)
the tears are here and they are REAL :( i’m glad he’s your favorite boy though, he deserves it :’) i’m gonna do headcanons for this, i hope that’s okay!
-He knows that PDA can make you nervous because, well, everyone in school knows who he is, and when he’s holding your hand everyone’s attention winds up on you, and it’s not always in a good way. You never tell him, but he’s not that stupid. He can hear people’s whispers about not knowing who you are, about you being younger than him, and about how he could do better. “Why would the top candidate for number one hero be with an average underclassman?” Is one he hears way too often, and it makes his blood boil. When he gets sick of it, or he can see that it’s really getting to you, he’ll call them out. “You’re my age, right? Well (Y/N) can already kick your ass, they’re just too nice to say it, so I suggest you get on your way,” He’ll say, totally serious before giving you a quick kiss while the perpetrators scurry away.
-Since you’re generally quiet in public and around other people, when you’re open about talking with him it makes his heart soar. He loves making you laugh and there’s nothing that makes him feel closer to you than when you tell him something you’ve never told anyone else. He’s not only your boyfriend but your best friend, and he’ll always be there for you.
-You’d had a crush on him for a while, like a lot of people around U.A. He was so bright and determined and confident, it was easy to like him, even if you’d only spoken a couple of times. He was totally not confident when he asked you out, though. His palms were sweaty and his blazer suddenly felt way too tight and you’d later learn that he had Amajiki waiting around the hall corner to help keep him from backing out. He stumbled over his words the entire time, “H-hey! Would you, um, want to go get ramen with me this weekend? As friends! Wait, no, not as friends! As more than friends? If you’d be okay with that? I know we don’t know each other that well and I’m older and…” He’s still happy you stopped him with a quiet yes because he has no idea where he would have wound up with that train of thought.
-You eat lunch at school with him, Amajiki, and Nejire. Since you are in different years, you don’t get to see him often throughout the rest of the day, so you enjoy getting to spend at least one period with him. You get along really well with Amajiki, neither of you really having to speak to understand one another. Mirio’s always whining about how his significant other and his best friend aren’t allowed to keep secrets from him, and the whole situation just amuses Nejire to no end. By the end of lunch Mirio always has his arm wrapped around your shoulders while he pouts and glares at Tamaki, who just rolls his eyes.
*whispers* Concept: more musical alt-mode Cybertronians. An old gramps phonograph (an old friend of Rung's probably) with record minis. A little music box Cybertronian who sings lullabies. A jukebox Cybertronian who plays at cafes. Launchpad Cybertronians with ticklish buttons that light up when they're playing.
This is an Excellent Concept! Omfg!!! :D :D :D I love it!
my ex showed me attack on titan but then i got way more into it than he did and then i fell in love with bertholdt and he literally got so jealous he’d get really mad and say “he’s probably gonna die u know. and he’s a fucking murderer” just to make me mad i dumped his ass a year ago and im still in love with bertholdt so basically my ex lost to a figment of someone’s imagination and i think thats beautiful