Jimin #1
You:
You’re sick. Well not exactly. You don’t feel well. Your foot hurts, you have a headache, and you’re sweating. Of course this didn’t just start. It’s been all day. So you called your best friend to come over. The only boy best friend you’ve cuddled with. Because you have had a crush on him for as long as you can remember. He laid in bed with you earlier until you fell asleep. But when you wake up late in the night shivering but sweating, you feel for him and cannot feel him. You cannot feel his warmth around your cold body.
“Jiminie?” You call quietly. Your eyes slide open. Where is he? You look at where his body was. “Jiminie?” You whisper. You slowly push your body up and look around your room. You see your puppy at the end of your bed, Jimin’s backpack, and no Jimin. “Best friend?” You call out quietly, not wanting to wake up your puppy. You slowly climb out of bed and your legs wobble. You haven’t really gotten out of bed today so no wonder your legs are noodles. You stumble out of the door of your room, which was shut but is now wide open.
As you walk against the wall for balance, you almost trip over the rug in the hallway. But your headache started to fade away. “Jimin?” You call quietly. You walk into the doorway of the living room. Immediately you see Jimin at the thermostat. He doesn’t look up when you come in letting you know he doesn’t know you’re there. You start to walk towards him but your foot is still in pain. You wince with every step. Until you step and start to fall. Jimin is there just in time picking you up. You cling to him.
“What’re you doing up?” He says. You look up into his brown eyes and immediately think, I couldn’t live without you. But you say to him, “I was cold.” He nods. “I came to turn the heat up. You were shivering….and sweating. I didn’t know what to put it on until I felt your cold forehead.” He says. You smile. He lifts you up and you rub your foot.
“Are you okay, Y/n?” He says, his brown eyes filling with concern. “Yes, I’m sure I am. Might’ve just sprained my ankle a little bit.” You say. “Do you need to go to the hospital?” He asks. “No, I don’t think so. I think I’ll be fine. I’ll wrap it up tomorrow.” You say looking at your foot. “Well I don’t want you walking on that foot.” He says.
“That’s very thoughtful of you. But I’m sure I can walk. It’s okay, Jimin.” You say trying to walk away from him. “Y/n stop.” He says as you grab onto the couch for support. “No, it’s okay Jiminie.” You say and try again. You wince and almost fall again, grabbing onto a love seat to stay up. “I’m fine-,” You try but next thing you know you’re being lifted up by Jimin. He’s always been strong, you think. You cling your arms around his neck and he carries you to your room. He puts you on the bed first then walks around and lays down. You lay down as well.
“Good night.” You say turning from him. “You’re kidding right?” He says turning you to look at him. You smile. “No, I don’t know what you mean.” You say although you know exactly what he was talking about. He smiles back at you as he looks at your smile. He raises an eyebrow as if to say, oh really? You laugh. “Okay~!” You say and you roll over and cuddle to him. Tonight that wasn’t enough though. He pulls you up over him and you’re on top of him. “Now, good night.” He says. You smile to yourself. “Good night, Jimin.” You say. I love you so much, you think but don’t say. As you float off to sleep, he wraps his arms around you and holds you. You lift your hands up and rest them on his shoulders.
The next morning you wake up with your legs no longer in the middle of Jimin’s legs but by his sides next to his abs. You scrunched up your body while you were sleeping making your legs be there. But you’re not alone. Jimin now had his arms wrapped around your back, holding tightly. You lift your head up and look at him. His beautiful face, his eyebrows, his hair. You lift up your hand and trace his eyebrow. What a cute way to sleep. You take your hand and wipe away the hair on his forehead.
To your touch he wakes up. He smiles instantly, showing off his beautiful smile. You smile without your teeth. “Come on now. Let me see those teeth, champ.” He says, his voice raspy and tired from sleep. “Ew, you remind me of my dentist from childhood.” You say laughing and showing your teeth. “That was the point.” He says, smiling wider. You look into his deep brown eyes again. Again you think, I can’t live without you Jimin.
You try to climb off of him but he holds you down. “Let’s just stay here again.” He says when you look at him quizzically. “I- I, uhm, have to take a shower.” You say and quickly get off him. You grab shorts, a hoodie, socks, and everything else you need. You run to the bathroom while Jimin calls for you. You lock yourself in the bathroom. As soon as you do you sigh heavily. “Jimin, I love you.” You whisper sliding to the floor. Little did you know, Jimin was outside the door.
Third Person:
He heard her. He walks back to her room and sits down on her bed. He starts to wonder if maybe all these years the feeling of love was mutual. I have always loved Y/n. Since the day I met her. Does this mean she loves….me? He wonders and wonders. He sits on her bed and thinks. When she says she loves me, what does it mean? Does it mean she has feelings for me, or does it mean I’m a friend? Does she mean the word “love”? Does she really...love me? Does she really?
Meanwhile, Y/n, sits in the bathroom and cries. I wish I knew how to tell him I love him. I wish I knew how he felt. I wish love wasn’t so hard. I wish he loved me. I wish, I wish, I wish. When she finally gets into the shower she feels a little better. A little less sick, her foot feels a little better, and her tears wash away. After her shower, she walks to the kitchen instead of her room to maybe avoid Jimin and think a little while longer. But he was in the kitchen already.
You:
“Uh, hey.” You say. He looks right at you. He’s mad at me. He smiles a wide smile washing away your thought that he was mad. And washing away the awkwardness. You smile back. He grabs your favourite cereal. “Up for some cereal?” He says. You laugh, nod and run to the kitchen. You grab two bowls, two spoons, and the milk. He takes the milk from you and walks it to the living room. You watch as he sits down and beckons you over. “If you spill cereal on my couch again,” You say, running off with the sentence.
He laughs. You guys watch TV as you eat. After he spills milk on the couch and you chase him around with your spoon, you guys go back to your room where your puppy is running around. “Isobel! Quit it!” You say but smile when she runs to you. You pick her up and sit on your bed. “Hey, Isobel! Hey baby!” You say and laugh when she jumps off of you and runs to the living room. You grab your phone and text your mom back.
Jimin comes and lays next to you. He tries to pull you down to lay down. You resist and send the text. “Y/n,” He whines. Aw, no, he’s going to be adorable. “Nope, don’t you do that. You can't. I forbid it.” You say. He looks up at you. “Y/n,” He whines again. Finally you cave in and sigh. You lay down and smile. He smiles as well and pulls you towards him.
“Park Jimin, I cuddled with you last night.” You say. “Who says I wanted to cuddle with you? Maybe I just….really need to talk to you.” He says. “You have to have me 2 inches away from you to talk to me?” You say, smiling but say inside, pull me closer. “Y/n,” He says. You look up at him. “Did you mean what you said?” He asks. “When?” You say, confused.
“In the bathroom,” He says. “Wait, what?” You say sitting up. “I heard you...in the bathroom.” He says. “What do you mean though?” You say. “I- Well, I was coming to ask if you were okay...but when I got to the door it was locked and I heard you whisper that you love me…” He says. “So, what’re you asking me?” You ask, still confused.
You understand he heard you, but you don’t understand why he was asking if you meant it. “I’m asking if...maybe you love me?” He says. “Of cour- I mean...I do love you. A certain way, though. Not the way you think.” You say. “And how do you know what I think?” He says. “Because I know you, Jimin.” You say, sitting up and looking down at him. “I know you don’t love me the way I love you.” You say, defiantly.
“And what love is that, may I ask?” He asks. “A love so deep that it hurts,” You say being suddenly vulnerable. “A love that I feel from the bottom of my heart. A love that fills my whole body. A love that has lived a long time now,” You say not looking at him until he pulls your face back in his direction. “Then you must not know me as well as you think,” He says.
You look at him confused when he pulls you down to him. He kisses you and you almost faint. There is no way. Is my wish coming true? You wrap your arms around his neck as he pulls you onto him again. When he pulls away he says something you never thought you’d hear.
“I do love you, Y/n. I love you so much.” He says and smiles. His brown eyes twinkle and you kiss him again.
Part 2 maybe..? - Steph
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