Pairing: Reader X Jimin; Genre: Angst; Word Count: 2,018
Requested: @ajtopakin “BTS Jimin fanfic inspired by Serendipity”
Written By: Admin Nel ( @got7-markjinson ); Header By: @parkhabits
“The cosmos moved for us
There was nothing slightly out of place
Our happiness was expected
Because you love me and I love you” - Serendipity
Chapter 1
They say museums are like cemeteries. Full of the remains of people who has already left the world. Maybe that is why only a few individuals enjoy entering this dome. Deep inside the museum, Jimin is humming, focused on working on the restoration of an old painting. Unlike other people, he enjoys working in the City Museum as an art conservationist. On things that other people may saw death, he saw life. A life that was kept frozen in time inside the art pieces. He revels in it, feeling like he lived from those frozen times, as he smells the old paints, as his hands delicately touch the rough textures of the canvas, as his eyes go over the sceneries; being impressed on how the original artist have captured it through a few brush strokes as if it was on film. The truth is maybe he did live in those times, from a previous lifetime perhaps.
“I thought you’re off today, champ!”
Jimin was caught in surprise by the voice, he was too focused on his work to notice his old mentor entering the work area. He offered a flustered smile, “I am. I just wanted to take one last look at Mysterious Jane before I take a long vacation.”, his eyes endearingly look over the painting on his work table.
“Ah, our beautiful lady. We still haven’t identified the artist and the model yet.”, the old man wore his glasses and squinted to take a closer look at Jimin’s beloved painting.
It was donated by a rich family to the museum. They have no record of where it came from or who it was made for. Even though it was beautifully made, the current head of their household is more into modern design, so they are discarding anything old from their house.
The painting arrived a little faded and some of the edges was already worn from time and Jimin was assigned to work on it before putting it on display. The painting was a portrait of a lady, dressed as if she belongs in the upper society. She was standing in the balcony, overlooking the town. The sun shone on her face beautifully, but it’s not necessarily her face that drew Jimin in. It was her smile. It was mysterious. Her lips are curved into a smile, but her eyes show otherwise. Some of the staff says that maybe it’s because she was getting tired of standing, waiting for her portrait to be done. Others say that maybe the artist painted her eyes and lips at different times, hence the difference in expression. No matter the reason, they named the painting Mysterious Jane for the meantime. Jane for Jane Doe while they are verifying the identity of the model.
While lost in his thoughts, his phone rings. Jimin picked up the device from the table and saw it was a call from Namjoon. He sighed and answered it.
“Yes?”
“Where are you, bro?”
“I’m just finishing up here at work.”
“I thought your last day was supposed to be yesterday?”
“It is. I just have time today, so I stopped over to check some stuff.”
“I really don’t understand why you like it there. It’s so eerie and… forget it. Just get your ass here right now. Before our beloved brother arrives. You know you’re the first one he’ll look for.”
“Yeah, I know. I’ll be there. Don’t worry.”
“Alright. Drive safe. See you.”
“See you.”
**
Jimin took out his shades to wear as he was hit by the blazing sun in the middle of noon when he stepped out of the museum. He’s now half regretting going out then decided to stop by a coffee shop to get an iced drink to cool down. He was dressed in tight buttoned up shirt, black pants and polished dress shoes. Taking his shades off and brushing his hair back when he checked what cool drink to get, the lady cashier was blushing as she took his order.
When he sat down at the corner table, he looked outside watching people pass by. He liked watching people, observing them. Where must they be headed on a hot day like today? What made them go out of their house? After checking the faces of a few people, he was suddenly stunned as he saw someone familiar. He was frozen for a few seconds watching her walk, the wind blowing through her hair and floral dress until he was out of his sight. It took him another few seconds before rushing out the café, ignoring the call of the cashier that his order is ready.
He ran out to the direction where the girl walked. His eyes searching the few people walking in the same direction, but no one looked like her. He walked a few steps more before stopping and abandoning his search. He buries his face to his palms. He must’ve just been hallucinating. It’s impossible for her to exist on this time anyway. He tells himself.
**
“He said he’s now just parking his car.” Namjoon updates the group, reading the text from his phone.
“It’s been what, like two years since we were complete?”, Hoseok asked excitedly.
They were in Hoseok’s house and the four friends were seating around a round table in the kitchen, waiting for the youngest one of the group.
“Yeah, and we’ll probably only meet again if one of us are going to get married.”, Namjoon answered.
“Or if one of us dies.”, Suga added.
Before anyone could respond to that, Jungkook enters the room.
“Hello brothers!”, the youngest greeted everyone.
The men got up from their seat and each gave the youngest one a hug. Despite the trash talks, they all loved Jungkook. And proving that, everyone was gathered today just for him. Because he announced he’s going to get married. And this is the first time he’ll introduce his fiancée to all of them.
Once everyone is seated, Namjoon tapped Jungkook, “Alright, where is she?”
“She’ll be here soon.”, Jungkook smiled.
“Before she arrives, tell us what’s wrong with her?”, Suga asked.
“What?”
“Yeah, she wouldn’t say yes to marrying you if she’s perfect. Come on, Jungkook. Spill it.”, Hoseok added.
They all laughed.
“Nothing’s wrong with her. She’s perfect, okay.”, Jungkook answered defensively, although the laugh was still visible on his face.
“Don’t worry, we believe you. We’re just messing with you.” Namjoon said.
“I know you wouldn’t ask her to marry you if she isn’t perfect.”, Jimin added, siding with his Jungkook, treating him like his precious little brother.
All head was turned towards you when you entered the room and greeted, “Hello everyone.”.
The room fell silent and you stepped closer holding a bouquet of flowers that somehow mimics the flower dress you were wearing. Wanting to break the ice, you rambled on, “I’m sorry I’m late, I forgot I bought these flowers and I left it in the the car trunk, so I had to go back to the car to get it. But I know Cookie was so excited to see you guys, so I let him come over here first. But here I am.”
“Oh, no it’s okay!”, Hoseok panicked when he saw you were probably awkward seeing them for the first time, “Uhh, the flowers are for…?”, he asked.
“Uhmm…the house?”, you continued now noticing the bare space of the interior of the room.
“Right! Of course. Let me get that and put it somewhere nice.”, Hoseok got up and took the flowers and went around the cupboard to look for a vase but didn’t find any so he took out a pitcher and put water on it instead.
While you were being distracted by Hoseok, Namjoon and Suga were snickering over the fact that you called Jungkook “Cookie” and Jungkook was kicking their legs underneath the table.
After Hoseok placed the pitcher of flowers on the kitchen island, Jungkook got up and stood beside you. “Alright, everyone, this is Y/N my fiancée. And I’m sure you know from the pictures that’s Hoseok, uhmm... here’s Namjoon, Jimin, and Suga.”
“Right, nice to meet you all.”, you smiled and bowed to greet them.
After the awkward introduction, you all sat around the table and somehow began talking comfortably with them. Time slowly passes, and the room was filled with chatters from everyone… except Jimin. He tried hard not to, but just can’t stop staring at you. He couldn’t believe you are here right now in front of him. The person he saw walking outside the coffee shop. The girl whose hair and flower dress were being blown by the wind. It was you. The same person who is now to be married to one of his best friends.
The sky is now being dimmed outside as the sun was slowly setting. The guys are still busy catching up and had finished quite a few drinks by now. You did your best to keep up with their conversation but ultimately gave up and ended up just scrolling through your phone halfway. You’re not upset, you’re actually happy to see Jungkook like this. Getting lost in laughter and chatters with friends. Somehow his expressions are more child-like in front of this group and you’re glad. He deserves to have his shell break once in a while.
Now getting bored of looking at your phone, you got up and walked towards the balcony for some fresh air. You were surprised to see Jimin was there. You didn’t even notice him slipped out of the kitchen.
“Hi.”, he said as he saw you step out.
You hesitated if you should step closer. You did plan to look out to the balcony, but you didn’t think anyone else would be here.
“Don’t be awkward with me. Despite whatever you’re thinking, I’m actually nice.”, he says as he smiles, his eyes curving to half-moon slits. “In fact, the nicest one among the group.”
He actually looks harmless like this, so you decided to step closer.
“I don’t know if Jungkook already told you, but I’m actually the best man.” He says as he watches you walk towards the railing that he is leaning on.
“Yeah, he did.” You answered when you stopped walking, now putting your stray hairs that was blown by the wind behind your ear as you turned to look back at him.
“Good.”, he nodded and turned to face toward the scene outside the balcony. Your eyes are still on him. You somehow couldn’t help but observe your fiancée’s best friend. He has a drink in his hand that he swirls from time to time. His hair looks so soft that it looks like the wind was combing through it instead of dumping it on top of another, just like how you feel as how the wind is doing to your hair right now. Distracted by the wind, you stopped staring and turned to the same direction as Jimin and breathed in the cold air.
After a while, he put down the drink in his hand on the flat surface of the railing and wiped his hand on his pants. “Let’s start over.” He then turned to face you and offered his hand, “Hello I’m Park Jimin.”
You looked at him breathlessly, the sky now paints of purple behind him and the wind is still blowing. He is a beautiful person. It’s normal to react like this to a beautiful person, isn’t it? You reassure yourself as you felt your heart beat out of your chest.
You looked at his hand briefly and decided to play along. “Nice to meet you, Jimin. I’m Y/N.”, you replied as you reached your hand to shake his.
Now, you didn’t know what you expected out of it. It’s a simple gesture. Common introduction among peers. What comes out of a handshake? Maybe just the feel of his sweaty hands. Or maybe to check his grip. Yes, you might have expected a million other things, but you couldn’t have expected what came next. As your skin came in contact with his, you felt like you saw a million stars burst from the sky and you got flooded with visions. Memories of you and him together. Memories from a place you know shouldn’t even exist. Memories of a time you know you shouldn’t even recall.
With knowing eyes, he stared at you deeply waiting to you to catch your breath. His voice pierced through your haze, “Do you remember me now, Larien?”
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