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I Choose You | Part 1

Jimin x Reader

Genre : Angst, Fluff, Smut

Part 1 | Part 2 (coming soon)

Summary : At age ten, you met Park Jimin. At age thirteen, you had your first kiss. When you were fifteen, you fell in love. At the age of sixteen, you made love, and at eighteen; you experienced heartbreak.

Author’s Note : Here it is! A Jimin fanfic requested by @therecomespringday. I had so much fun writing this, and part two will be out soon! Sorry if this chapter was short, but I’ll let you know that the next part will be way longer!! Thanks, I hope you enjoy, loves (sorry if there are any grammar mistakes, I didn’t have time to edit but I will later)!

Inspired by Seventeen’s “Don’t Wanna Cry.”

“Please step through,” the tall, broad-shouldered security guard hummed as he gestured for you to go through the metal detector that stood before you.

Striding towards the awaiting machine, you make sure that all of your jewelry and other items were placed in the small plastic bin that lay on the conveyor belt so that you wouldn’t have to be check by hand.

As you entered the detector, you shivered at the thought of the middle-aged man slowly and sinfully feelings the curves of your body as he “checked” for any dangerous objects on your person. The last time you went through one of these, the bright lights on the side of the machine turned an angry red as it made sounds similar to that of a shrieking girl. The rather young security guard then led you to the side as he caressed your waist and under your breasts, a crooked grin gracing his chapped lips; just because you forgot to take your belt off.

Nope, you thought. I am not going through that again.

Fortunately, the device did not go off, and you let out a breath that you didn’t even know you’d been holding in. “You’re all set!” the man grinned before waving his hand violently as an indication that you needed to hurry up and move get your items so the others can get checked as well.

Grabbing your jewelry - along with your cell phone and nap sack, you quickly make your way towards the Starbucks nearby before striding towards your assigned aisle. Taking a seat in one of the Navy blue chairs, you stare blankly at your left hand - specifically at the Sterling silver DiamonLuxe ring that was slipped onto the finger right next to your pinky.

He had given it to you for your sixteenth birthday, and he’d gotten one similar to it; just without the rather girly diamonds that decorated the middle of the ring. You both promised to never take it off, not even in the shower - but you weren’t so sure if he was still keeping that promise now.

Maybe he forgot about it altogether.


“Thank you - enjoy your flight, ma'am!” the middle-aged woman beamed as she handed your passport back to you, gesturing for you to enter the hall.

“Thank you,” you smile before scurrying down the wide hall that lead to the entrance of the airplane.

Once you found your seat - which was 34B, you happily threw your nap sack onto the ground and plopped down into the cushioned seat, immediately sitting back and letting your eyelids flutter shut. That is, until you heard a low grunt coming from your right.

Snapping your eyes open, you turn to find a tall, handsome man - who looked like he was in his early twenties, seated beside you as he typed away on his phone.

After getting a better look at the man’s features, you concluded that he wasn’t handsome; he was utterly breathtaking. The sparkle in his eyes, the round tip of his nose, his two front teeth that reminded you of a bunny, and even his flawless, milky white skin - everything about him screamed beautiful.

“Ah, hello!” he said, a bright smile gracing his light pink lips, and you noticed the small mole that layed about a centimeter above his chin.

“Hi,” you smile.

“ Hi, I’m Jungkook.” he laughs beams, his eyes forming little cresents.

“I’m (Y/N), nice to meet you,” you say as you hold out your hand, to which Jungkook takes hold of before giving it one firm shake. “Nice to meet you, (Y/N).”

Jungkook’s eyes then avert to your left hand, and his eyes light up with delight and admiration. “Are you married?” he asks, nodding towards your Sterling silver ring.

A sudden pang of guilt, sadness, and emptiness floods your chest - and your features turn stone cold, emotionless, but your eyes are sad and Jungkook notices. “Hey, I’m sorry if I said something wrong. I know I just met you, and I’m horrible for intruding-”

“No, no I’m fine. Sorry - but no, I’m not married. My ex-boyfriend gave this to me six years ago. I still love the guy, I’m such a butt for still believing,” you sigh, tears welling up in your eyes. “Believing in something that’s not going to happen - at least not again.”

The tears began to overflow, falling onto the apples of your cheeks, and you looked away in shame. Jungkook reluctantly raised an arm to your cheeks before swiping his thumb under your eye, and doing so to the next one. “Hey, don’t cry (Y/N). It’s going to be okay in the end. You’ll get over it; I promise,” the boy cooed as he rubbed small circles on your back.

“I’m sorry for crying and ranting about my problems to you,” you sigh when you managed to hold in the rest of your tears. “No, it’s fine. I don’t mind, plus if you want to let it all out - we have fourteen hours, and I’m a good listener,” Jungkook nodded before returning his hand to the arm rest on his seat.

Would telling Jungkook about your past be a good idea? The only person that knows of this was your best friend, but you never told him about how you felt; not recently anyways. Keeping your feelings in were never a good idea, plus the guy seemed nice.

Letting out a sigh, you turn to Jungkook as you no your head. “Okay, but it’s a long story,” you said.

“Don’t worry; we have time.”

You we’re ten years old when you met Park Jimin. He’d moved into the house next to yours, and you watched as he hopped out of the palladium silver van - a soft stuffed panda in hand.

“Mommy, look!” the child yelped as he pointed in your direction with his short, stubby index finger. “I told you there’d be kids my age here!” Your eyes widened to the size of saucers as the boy flashed a grin at you. You sat criss-cross on the front lawn, Barbie dolls scattered around you.

“Would you like to say hi?” you heard a woman ask, the mother of the loud child you figured. By that time, your own mother spotted the little boy - and she sprung up from the garden and rushed over to you, leaning towards you ear to whisper to you.

“Go over and say hello, (Y/N). Don’t be shy - would you like me to come with you?” Peering up at your mother, you shake your head no before getting to your feet and sauntering over to the family.

As soon as you set foot on their lawn, the small child came rushing to your side, enveloping you in a hug - as if you’d known him for years. “Hi, I’m Park Jimin!” he said when he let go of you, his panda in his left hand. “(Y/N),” you smiled, cheeks burning red.

Jimin was an adorable boy; his round face, his smooth, chubby cheeks, and his sparkling eyes that lit up when he heard your name. “(Y/N)! That’s a cute name,” he giggled. “I’m glad I have a friend in my new neighborhood.”

“Friend?” you asked. Was he just going to call you a friend when you just met? “Yeah!” he smiled, and then his face dropped. “Unless… Do you not want to be my friend, (Y/N)?” Jimin looked as if he’s cry any moment, his narrow eyes filling with tears.

“No, I do Jimin!”

And then he was back to his bubbly self. “Really? Oh my gosh, I’m so happy! You’re going to be such a great friend, I can tell!” Jimin then wrapped his slender arms around your waist, pulling you in for a tight hug.

He nuzzled into the junction between your neck and shoulder, and you felt the small grin that crept onto the boy’s face when you hugged him back.

For the rest of the summer, you and Jimin spent time together - everyday. Sometimes, you’d go to his house; other times, he’d go to yours. When school started, you both ended up in the same class.

Well, scratch that. Park Jimin went to the principal, screaming and begging to be placed in the same room as you. When Mr. Kim finally obliged, Jimin leaped in the air with joy, plush stuffed panda in hand - as usual.

Fifth to seventh grade went by rather quickly, Jimin always finding a way to end up in your classes - and you didn’t mind either. Jimin had grown into a handsome young boy; his jet black hair now dyed chocolate brown, which made him look even more attractive. His chubby cheeks were still there, however they were slimmer than when he was ten.

Park Jimin made other friends, yes, but he always made time for you as well - and he even introduced you to some of them.

You we’re thirteen when you had your first kiss. You’d been out with your best friend, Seokjin - who was three years older than you, so he was able to drive. It was your birthday, so he took you out for hibachi. Of course Kim Seokjin would take you out to eat; he loves food.

Giggling to yourself, you sit back in the cushions of the passenger seat. “What’s so hilarious?” Seokjin asked, giving you a side glance before turning his attention back to the road. “Oh, nothing,” you lied.

“(Y/N), you’re my best friend - I know something’s up.” And then he paused, his handsome face turning a bright red. “Were you thinking about how savage I am when it comes to food?!” he giggled, shaking his head playfully.

“Haha, you got me there.”

The rest of the day was filled with excitement; hibachi, the movies, the mall, ice cream - the list could go on. Jimin buzzed your phone hundreds of times, but you ignored it. You didn’t want to talk to him right now, not when he forgot something so important. It was when you hopped back into Seokjin’s car that he asked you where Jimin was.

“What happened to Jimin? I saw how many times your phone was ringing; was that him?” Turning to you, the older got the answer without you even speaking. Your face was contorted into a mixture of hurt, guilt, and betrayal.

“Oh my God, what did he do?” Seokjin then grabbed your wrist, forcing you to look him in the eye as he continued. “Do I need to tell him about himself?”

“No, it’s okay. It’s just… I’m a little hurt that he forgot my birthday. Wait no, he didn’t forget it - he knew, he just wanted to hang out with his little friends.” You knew you shouldn’t be so harsh on Jimin, maybe you could’ve answered his calls - but you started to have feelings for him, like a little crush you guessed. You wanted him to care about you as much as you cared about him.

“It’s alright, love. I’ll take you back home and we can do something to cheer you up, okay?” he smiled, and when you nodded - he leaned in to give you a small kiss on the cheek.

When you arrived to your home - at about 8:30 pm, you found Jimin standing in the driveway, flowers in hand as he watched you through hooded eyes. Your breath hitched in your throat at the sight, what was going on? Did he feel sorry for the way he acted?

While you looked shocked, Seokjin let out a deep chuckle as he parked his car. “(Y/N), happy birthday!” he beamed, pulling you in for a tight hug.

“What the hell is going on?” you questioned, eyes still wide with shock.

“Well, Jimin and I decided that I’d take you out for the day, and he’d have you for the evening. The whole ‘he doesn’t care about my birthday’ act was apart of it too.”

No words were able to be formed as you stepped out of the vehicle and almost sprinted towards Jimin. The handsome boy handed you the flowers, the sweet smell reaching your nose, and you sighed in content.

“(Y/N), happy thirteenth birthday. I love you so much, you don’t even know,” he smiled, brushing a strand of hair from your face. Your eyes widened even more - if that was possible, and your heart began to beat wildly, blood rushing to your cheeks.

“Jimin, I -”

“(Y/N), I’ve loved you since the first day I met you; when I hopped out that van with my little panda bear. It’s okay if you don’t feel the same way - but I just had to let you -” he began but you cut him off with a light slap to his chest.

“Park Jimin, would you shut up? I was going to say; I love you too.”

As soon as the words left your mouth, Jimin’s soft lips were pressed against yours, his strong arms snaking around your waist as he pulled you closer to him. It wasn’t a nasty kiss - no, you were only thirteen; but it had meaning to it. Passion, love, all types of emotions.

When Jimin finally broke the kiss, you heard Seokjin clapping his hands as he made his way to you. “How cute, I hope this little thing you guys have going on will blossom into unconditional love!” he said, encasing you in yet another hug - this time from behind, and his lips met the flesh of your cheek once more.

What the three of you didn’t know was that the love you and Park Jimin shared was more than unconditional; your love was stronger than anything in this world….

Especially when you were sixteen.

“My daughter has not seen her biological dad since she was four. She’s 11 now. When she was two he contacted me and asked if I would allow him to terminate his parental rights so he could stop paying child support and I agreed.. I wanted to spare her the heartache of a revolving door father and the sacrifice of the financial support was well worth him never being able to disappoint her again. I never lied to her about where he went or who her dad was.. I have always answered her questions in the most age appropriate way possible. When she was four he contacted me and told me he has been diagnosed with cancer and would like to see her. I set aside a day and we met in the park. He had asked for two hours. He stayed 20 minutes and we never heard from him again.. Over the summer we ran into somebody that knows him and they commented on how she looks like his other children. They elaborated that he has settled down and has a family now. My stomach tied itself in knots thinking of how hurtful that must be to my daughter.. I cut the conversation short and we got in the car to leave and that’s when I saw her smiling. She said “mom.. He figured out how to be a dad. That’s such a nice thing. I’m happy for his kids.” And that’s the day an 11 year old taught me all I need to know about forgiveness”
– A comment on a Humans of New York post

anonymous asked:

Hey! Love your writing! Could you do a Connor x homeschooled reader? If not that's totally cool! Thanks!

thank you!

•You had met him at the park, he was smoking and accidentally bumped into you. He just kept walking while he knocked you down, so being a brave person you called out to him.

•"I’m sorry I bumped into you.“ “You didn’t do shit.”

•He didn’t recognize you from school, so he knew you didn’t have a reason to be messing with him unless there was some kind of cult you were in with people from his school. He knows the kids in his school, and they would totally be in a cult. (I want to start a cult now, it could work.)

•You started to talk to him even if he didn’t want you to. Any other day and if he was less high, he would scream at your ass but you’re just too pretty and kind to scream at.

•You exchange numbers because you want to make friends and you sometimes don’t have the chance to due to homeschooling.

•He actually texted you first. He couldn’t really help it, he just couldn’t get your face out of his mind, no matter how cheesy that sounds. He tried to be casual about it, but he will admit, he was jumping with joy when you texted him back.

•You started texting back and forth.

•The first text, you got his last name. The second he got yours. The fifth you made a joke. The tenth he made a joke. The two hundredth you were making plans to hang out.

•You were going to meet at the park again, well that was the plan at least. You had free roam since your mom wasn’t home and who cares? You got in trouble after, apparently she cares.

•The seven hundredth text he asked you on a date, the seven hundredth and one, you agreed.

•You came back home to find yourself with a new friend and boyfriend. Wow! Now, that’s character development.

•If you can’t leave, he’ll just come over. Your mom loves him and thinks he’s good for you, which is weird because he looks gloomy in all black, but he’s very polite and kind to her. You have a conspiracy that she also knows the rest of the Murphys.

•He’ll help you with something if you don’t quite understand it. He brings his homework over and you see that it’s stuff that you already have learned, so sometimes you assist him.

•You went over to the Murphys once and it went disastrously because you went to hang out with Connor but Zoe wanted to get to know you. None of you mention it to each other over again.

•If Connor commits suicide, (ITS AN IF, I LIVE IN A WORLD THAT CONNOR STAYS ALIVE FOR ETERNITY), you are just shattered. You stop coming out of your room and you stop going over to the Murphys, not even to give them your condolences, but they didn’t really expect you to. Cynthia tries to talk to you but you wouldn’t come out of your room until you heard the letter he wrote.

•He skips school to hang out with you at the park or at your house. He gives you a fake excuse, that you are aware that is fake, and just sticks around you.

•Your mom teases you about him while she gives you school papers. You tried to stop her, but she wouldn’t.

•He almost convince you to go to public school, and you almost convinced him to be homeschool. You both decided to stay where you are.

do you know what i want?

i want an lgbt+ tv show/movie that’s not a drama

i want a how i met your mother to be about a pansexual ted mosby and the running joke is that barney’s offended ted doesn’t find him attractive

i want a legally blonde to be about a lipstick lesbian who goes to law school to get her girlfriend back

i want a that ‘70s show where jackie is bisexual and between dating kelso and hyde she brings her ugly ass girlfriends with her to hang out with the gang (because there’s no way she can have a woman in her life prettier than herself)

i want a 13 going on 30 where jenna rink wakes up to be 30 years old and his name is michael rink and he still falls in love with matty from the house next door

i want a parks & recreation where ann perkins is asexual but still becomes pregnant via artificial insemination because ann is perfect and would be the best mother in the history of ever

being lgbt+ doesn’t have to be the focal point of a movie or show

like i understand it’s still a pretty bold move in media but like i’m just getting sick of all of the representation being the ultra dramatic main premise of it all

there are so many lgbt+ dramas. just give me my sitcom.

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My Favourite Sitcoms

These are my favourite sitcoms/funny tv shows that i have watched :)

  • Friends
  • The Big Bang Theory
  • Full House
  • New Girl
  • How i Met your Mother
  • Fresh Prince of Bel Air
  • Modern family
  • The Office US
  • Malcolm in the Middle
  • Seinfeld
  • That 70s show
  • Parks and Recreation