Want To Bet?
Summary: What starts out as a game slowly shifts into a small whirlpool of jealousy.
Members: Jimin x Reader
Type: Fluff/little angst
Length: 1,886 words.
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You tapped your fingers distractedly against your book, opened in half over your favorite table in your favorite café in Seoul. It was the perfect day, nice temperature, cloudy skies and a hot and steamy chocolate in your hand. The only thing missing was your favorite person in the world in front of you, stirring that over sweetened-coffee he loved to order every single time.
‘Ah, this boy.’ You sighed, darting at the door, expecting to notice his faded orange hair cross the threshold and run towards you mumbling apologies. You returned your gaze to the book. You never minded waiting for him as long as you had something to read, and you had a really good book between your hands, so you just focused on the main character and her struggles to survive, and forgot about the rest of the world.
Two seconds after you started reading you felt his fingers on your sides, tickling you mercilessly.
You let out a yelp, turning around your body.
‘I was hidden, Jagiya~!’ He whispered, removing his face mask with a swift movement. Immediately, he flashed a wide smile and pouted at you.
‘You disappointed me… I thought our love was strong enough for you to recognize me anywhere’
You looked at him closely. There was no way you could have recognized him even if you looked for him attentively.
‘Park Jimin… How am I supposed to recognize you when you’re wearing a cap, glasses, a face mask and a huge scarf?’ You laughed wholeheartedly. He had taken his disguise pretty seriously.
‘You’re right, but what about my thighs? Aren’t they easily recognizable?’ He faked up indignation, letting himself fall on the chair with a deep sigh.
‘Jimin, sweetie… Do you really want me to check every man’s thighs out until I find yours?’ You looked intently at him, your lips curling in an impish smile.
He frowned, scrunching his nose in a cute way.
‘You don’t really have to… Why, do you want to check other people out?’ He teased, leaning over the table with a wide smile that reduced his eyes to beautiful crescents.
‘Actually I was talking before to a really handsome stranger…’
‘Jagi… Stop it, we both now that’s a lie.’ He chortled at you, and you gave him a death stare. In response he just smiled again and got up, running to the counter to order. He started talking animatedly with the barista, who had recognized him immediately and was fangirling out of control. You watched as he signed an autograph to her, even though he wasn’t allowed to do it. He brought his index to his lips, signaling her to keep it a secret.
He returned to your table and placed a piece of cheesecake in front of you, keeping a steamy mug on his other hand.
‘She was really pretty, right?’ You asked putting a hand in front of your mouth so he couldn’t see your amused expression.
‘Who?’ He answered distractedly.
‘That girl you just talked to, Jimin…’
‘Oh, I didn’t notic…’ He stopped halfway, lifting a brow. ‘I mean, yeah she was really beautiful. But, speaking of pretty girls… Today we started rehearsing again and… Seongdeuk included some major changes’
You looked at him repressing a smile while he stirred his coffee, taking a sip and closing his eyes with delight.
‘I still can’t believe how you keep ordering that disgusting thing’. He grimaced, mockingly offended. ‘I’m sorry, Your Highness; please do continue telling me what changes included Song Seongdeuk-ssi’
He positioned himself in the chair, expectantly. He was putting a great act.
He lifted his hands theatrically.
‘Girls.’ He said, rejoicing in every single letter of the word. You raised your brows in disbelief. He looked like a little kid and you couldn’t help yourself so you just smiled at him.
‘Ah, Jimin-ah. Should I be worried?’ You pouted at him and for a moment he seemed to ponder whether you were serious or not. You tried to encourage him with your eyes, but he wasn’t really keen, so he just cleared his throat and continued.
‘Y-yeah, believe me, you should.’ He snickered, brushing his hair nervously.
‘Well, so what are you doing in the performance? Is it a sexy dance or something?’
‘Yeah, it’s for House of Cards… it includes chairs and girls. So you can imagine… There’s a few of them that are really attractive, and their legs… wow, longer than… than…’
‘Please, do me a favor and don’t finish that sentence.’ You cracked up, unable to repress it.
‘You can laugh now if you want, but you won’t laugh when you see the performance. I don’t even know if you’re invited anymore’. He pouted, crossing his arms over his chest. You moved your chair closer to his, patting his tight softly.
‘You’re right Jimin, I don’t know if I can watch that… You change completely when you dance.’
‘I know. I’m really sexy.’ A wide smile immediately brightened his face and you just rolled your eyes. ‘All the dancers told me today that I have a great presence on stage’.
‘Oh, please. Don’t be so full of yourself… It doesn’t really matter how much you pretend you’re a lady-killer on stage, we both know the truth.’ You teased, winking at him.
‘I can pick up any girl in this room.’ He straightened his back, bringing his right hand over his heart.
‘Yeah, you can pick me. But I don’t think that proves a thing and Jigaemaewouldn’t like it either.’ You wondered at his enthusiastic expression, he was already looking around, searching for someone he could talk without causing too much of a ruckus.
‘Aren’t you a bit too excited at the perspective of flirting with another girl, Jimin?’ You said, taking your phone out of your pocket.
‘Why, are you jealous Jagi?’ He smiled satisfied, but you focused your gaze on the phone, scrolling down the contacts list.
‘Jagi? What are you doing?’
You looked up lazily, and you started typing a number. ‘If you can pick up any girl from this room then I can call any guy in my contact list. I think I have Jackson’s name somewhere…’
‘Jagi, I’m getting up… and if I get up and start talking to a girl there’s no way back to how things used to be between us.’ He said, throwing back his chair dramatically and trying to hold up a burst of laughter.
You put the phone on your ear. ‘Jackson? Yes, this is Y/N!’
‘I am done; I am so done with you Jagi. You don’t know how to play this game.’ He took your phone and kept it in his pocket.
‘You’re mad because I know way too well how to play it, Jimin.’
‘Let’s make it more serious then! One round, Deathmatch.’ He stated with a serious face. ‘I’ll choose a random guy and you a girl. The one who gets their number first pays dinner.’
‘We have a deal!’ You accepted, shaking his hand vigorously. ‘But if I win we’re going to that restaurant you hate.’
‘No, we’re not. That’s off-limits.’ He whined.
‘Pick a boy… And stop complaining, you set the rules so you’re not allowed to object.’ You mocked him.
‘Ok! I choose the one in a blue shirt that is studying.’ He giggled as he pointed at him discreetly. ‘Good luck with that one!’
‘Then I choose the French girl in the table right beside us. Good luck with her!’ You patted his back and his mouth hung open.
‘This is foul play… she probably doesn’t even speak Korean!’ He moaned, begging you to change your mind, but you didn’t. You wanted to win.
Grumpily he got up, and went back to the counter to have some space to maneuver, you thought, since the girl was way too close to your table. You saw him buy some more cake and walk confidently towards her, a dashing smile illuminating his features.
You felt a prick in your heart.
It was jealousy.
You tried to recompose yourself, looking at the guy he had assigned you. He was completely absorbed in his books, and probably wouldn’t give you a second look even if you tried. You checked Jimin, who was already trying to communicate with the girl. She was smiling, and you had to repress the urge to go to their table and kiss him in front of her.
Grabbing your mug and your book, you headed in his direction, breathing deeply to control your nerves.
‘Excuse me.’ You said with a high pitched voice. You almost cracked up at that, remembering how Jimin used to say it, but you managed to keep a straight face.
‘Yes?’ He answered dryly, not even bothering looking up to you.
‘I saw you from my table. I know you’re studying… I didn’t mean to bother you but I am intrigued… ’ You giggled softly, with a mellow tone. He definitely looked up to you this time, his eyes gleaming all of a sudden.
‘Oh, please. Take a seat. I’m Kim Jeonguk.’ He offered his hand, smiling candidly. You darted at Jimin; he was looking at you too. He didn’t seem pleased, but kept talking with the girl, who was scribbling something on a paper.
From the corner of your eye you saw him twitch in his seat. You tried to focus on this Kim Jeonguk, but it felt terribly wrong. He was talking about the exam he was preparing and how you were saving him from a really boring afternoon. You just smiled and nodded, trying to forget about Jimin talking with another girl a few meters away from you.
You couldn’t do this.
This game was not fun anymore.
You got up, bowing and mumbling an apology to the guy, and walked towards Jimin quickly. You noticed he was doing the exact same thing, saying goodbye politely. You just reached him and grabbed his hand, leading him out of the café.
‘Did you get it?’ You asked out of breath.
‘No.’ He said, pulling you closer in a tight embrace. You sighed nuzzling against his neck.
‘You’re a liar, but I love you so much.’ You noticed him giggle softly.
‘I am not lying…’ He said in your ear, but you heard a rustle sound behind him. You just hugged hum tighter, he was too good. ‘But, does this mean you were jealous?’
You stepped back at him to look him in the eye, grinning widely.
‘Yes, Jimin. I was jealous.’
He bit his lower lip, and tilted his head back. He looked proud.
You kissed him softly, and he squeezed you, lifting you in the air.
‘I’m so happy right now, Jagi.’ He confessed.
‘I am too.’ You recovered your mischievous smile, and he looked worried at you.
‘Now that I made you this happy… Does it mean you’re going to buy me dinner at that restaurant?’
‘Oh, hell, no. I won. I got her number, forget about that place and let’s just have dinner at home’.
‘Please, Jimin. You flirted with a girl right in front of me!’
‘The aegyo is strong with this one… But I won, so it’s a no-no’
‘Jim…’ He cut you off, placing a sweet kiss in your forehead.
‘Whatever you want, Jagi ~’