Jimin smiled as he pulled you closer. You had been having an amazing time at his side.
The two of you had gone out to dinner and now you were enjoying a drink on the rooftop.
Couples mingled and laughter filled the air in all directions. A dancefloor sat in the middle and Jimin had taken you there for a dance or two.
The night is winding down, the moon shines bright overhead and you place your head on his shoulder as he holds you tight.
You've been dating for a few months, your heart races at the sight of him. He means the world to you and lately you've been wanting to tell him that you love him but it seems the words get stuck in your throat every time he looks at you with his sweet piercing gaze.
You sway to the music, his warm hands on your waist and you inhale the scent of the cologne that drives you crazy. You love everything about him, you could make a list and it would never end.
However, fear looms in the back of your mind. You wonder if you're rushing, if there's a better time to tell him. If you should make it a grand event and all your overthinking keeps you from saying anything at all. You don't think he'd reject you. You're unsure why he hasn't said anything but maybe he's having some fears as well.
The last thing you wanted was to rush anything.
"What's on your mind, Doll?" Jimin asks gently as the song comes to an end.
You smile, kissing his cheek.
"Nothing," you lie. "Don't worry about it."
Jimin eyes you warily but nods as you take his hand and lead him off the dancefloor.
He wraps himself around you when you reach the railing around the rooftop. The stars shine brightly and the warm breeze makes you melt into Jimin.
You lace your fingers with his, gently swaying to the next song in your corner as Jimin kisses your neck.
"I love you," he murmurs against your neck and you stop dancing.
"What?"
"I said, I love you, Doll," Jimin repeats as he locks his gaze on yours. You blink.
"I love you," you say in response. "I was going to say it first."
Jimin chuckles, shaking his head. "Well, I beat you to it. I said it first."
"Jimin!" you whine and he cackles as he wraps you up in his arms, kissing your forehead, your cheeks, nose and finally your lips.
"I love you! I love you! I love you!" you exclaim as you cup his cheeks in your hands, kissing each of them and his nose before planting a kiss to his lips.
"I'll never grow tired of hearing it," he admits with a bright grin that rivals the stars.
"Be prepared to hear it for the rest of our lives," you tell him, kissing him one more time as he holds you close.
He's ready to spend the rest of his life with you at his side.
jimin lets out a frustrated groan as he tears the paper in his hands. you watch him from the other side of the small room, your frown deepening as he leans down to rest his head on the table. you sigh softly, getting to your feet and making your way towards him.
he hears your footsteps, but chooses to ignore them. he hates that you’re witnessing himself in such a state, and he wishes he could simply disappear for a moment or two to collect himself. park jimin was the fluffy ball of crescent-eyed smiles and squeaks of laughter. he wasn’t a teary-eyed, self-hating mess of darkness. he wasn’t. or at least he wasn’t in front of anyone but you and his group members.
you rest a gently hand on his shoulder, “it’s fine, jiminie. you’re not going to get it right straight away.” you say in attempt to comfort your boyfriend.
and inside, jimin knows you’re right. he can’t get an entire song’s lyrics and melody right the first time he tries. but, hell, this is his fourth month into writing the damn song and he feels nauseous just looking at the blank pieces of paper beside him.
“its all rubbish, y/n. nothing’s coming out right and it’s just so... dark. that’s not who i am, or what people see in me. i don’t want to portray that in my song, especially not to the fans.” he murmurs. finally, he raises himself to look you in the eye. “all the lyrics are just... about me, but everything that’s bad about me. all the things that i can’t do, how i’m talentless, how i’m just becoming a disappointment.”
though you should find his words shocking, you don’t. you understand why jimin feels the way he does, especially since the band members have all been feeling on edge themselves lately. the quiet whisper of a possible disbandment was hanging over everyone’s heads - only heightening the mountain of worries the boys all carried on their shoulders.
“jimin,” you begin, “open your eyes, baby. can’t you see all the awards, all the records and the historic moments that have your band’s name engraved in them? how can you say you’re talented when there are millions of fans around the globe that would do anything to see you dance or sing? i know that with everything going on here and at home, you’re feeling lost. i get that, i really do, jimin. but you’re not lost, you’re just overwhelmed. you’re overthinking it all - just write down what you feel. and make a pact with yourself, to stop thinking so negatively about all your flaws. you are an amazing person and i love you so damn much, but it hurts like hell to see you do this to yourself. you should sit down with namjoon and talk this song matter out. i know you can make something special and meaningful - not only to yourself but to the fans too.”
your words stay with jimin, even months after as they embark on their world tour. and it’s a single moment in city field stadium that jimin feels it for the first time. he feels it, and he sees it. like a wave of stars, the thrum of bass and the squeals of pure happiness; he finally understands.
When Jimin came home from work, he sighed when he saw you. It's your seven year anniversary with him and he was 6 hours late. You check the time and it's 12:48 am. While he was out he didn't answer any of your calls and left you on read.
"Why didn't you answer any of my calls or messages?" you said, obviously angry.
"I'm sorry, I just got caught up with something," Jimin said, with an annoyed tone in his voice.
"Can you tell me what you were caught up with?" you grabbed his arm and stopped him from walking away.
"It's none of your business." he gave you a cold look and went in the bedroom.
"Jimin, it is my business because you came home 6 hours late and you're not being yourself right now," you said, raising your voice.
"Look, I really don't want to talk about it, and maybe the reason I'm not being 'myself' right now is because you're being so annoying!" he yelled at you and slammed the door shut.
You were shocked at how he was acting to you and you were filled with anger, sadness, and disappointment. You went into the bedroom and stood right in front of him while trying to hold in the tears from falling.
"I don't know what's gotten into you but you better fix it before I leave!"
"There's nothing wrong with me, the only person being different here is you!" he said with frustration. You left the room without saying anything and grabbed your jacket and texted Yoongi to pick you up.
"Y/N!" Jimin shouted, making you unable to hold back the tears.
When you left your house, you saw Yoongi's car arrive. You got in the driver's seat and he looked at you with a worried expression. Whenever you got in a fight with Jimin, you always called Yoongi because he was less likely to tell Jimin about what you told him.
"Where do you want to go?" he asked while turning the heater on.
"Far away," you said and looked at him with a forced smile. "thanks for always doing this."
Dedicated to the lovely and extremely talented @pocketofyoonmin for the @bangtanbudsnet Secret Santa project because guess what I’m your Santa! ❤️I’m so glad to have met you because you are such a sweet, caring and wonderful person! It was a pleasure talking to you! I hope we can continue to be friends in the future! 🎁
This is my little gift to you. 😊 As the event was supposed to end on 25th December, I wrote you a Christmas story but I hope you enjoy it nevertheless! ❤️
Pairing: Park Jimin x reader/you
Setting: boyfriend!Jimin; Christmas!au
Genre: fluff, fluff, fluff (because it’s Jimin after all 😊)
Words: 1.3k
Christmas markets had always been your thing.
You loved nothing more than a stroll along those little wooden houses as the scent of freshly baked pastries and sweet desserts wafted through your nose. Of course, the cherry on top would be a beautiful snowfall along the way – not too much yet not too little.
Unfortunately, you never really had one particular market day that you could call the perfect one. You were either freezing to death while trying to get through the mass of tourists or the weather conditions were so outrageous that you wished you had just stayed at home, cuddled up in your bed with a cup of hot chocolate and an old-time favourite book of yours.
Sadly, you couldn’t go with your friends to visit the Christmas markets last year because you didn’t feel well. It was such a shame but you really needed to get better to function properly and enjoy the holidays without getting another infection. This awful experience made you wait for this year’s markets even more impatiently, especially because it was the first Christmas with your ever-so-lovely boyfriend – the one and only Park Jimin.
You two had met due to Taehyung – a friend of your friend’s friend – who invited both of you to his birthday party. Honestly, you knew only a handful of people there due to the fact that you signed up for the same classes but you wouldn’t say that you knew them well. Jimin felt the same way and you two ended up bumping into each other in the garden under the oak tree, watching the snowfall while getting to know each other. Maybe that’s why you wanted snow so eagerly this year but it was to no avail. Snow was nowhere to be seen.
Since then, you two had started dating and officially became a couple in March, your love for him growing bigger and stronger every single day. You swore Park Jimin was an angel in disguise – there was nothing he wouldn’t do for his girlfriend, therefore you felt blessed to have a guy like him by your side.
His only flaw was that he was a perfectionist and wanted to make everything perfect – sometimes to that extent that you had to stop him from overreacting things. You managed to reassure him that you would love him with all his imperfections. In fact, you would be more than happy to see those imperfections (because you had way too many yourself), so he loosened up a bit.
He had changed a lot though. You did too. Maybe that’s what love made people do without them realising.
Small wonder why you were so worked up this year and couldn’t stop grinning when you two started your little walk along the wooden houses. You had made sure to have enough money on you and to wrap up well because of the chilly weather conditions; you forgot only one little thing.
“Honey, your hands are freezing!” Jimin shrieked as he caught sight of your slightly blue hands. Yep, you forgot to bring your gloves because that was you; you always forgot something.
You had made an attempt to hide the unpleasant feeling that you got because your bare hands were exposed to the icy cold breeze of the wind but of course it couldn’t go unnoticed by your attentive boyfriend.
“Oh no, it’s not that bad!” You tried to shrug it off like it was nothing.
The next thing you remember is that you found yourself at a little shop where Jimin was contemplating whether he should buy the rosy-coloured or the baby blue gloves for you.
“It’s really not necessary, Jimin!” You wanted to talk him out of his plan but he was adamant as always.
“Of course it is! You can’t enjoy the Christmas markets with cold hands!”
In the end, you chose the baby blue one because if he bought them for real, why not choose the one that you like better? You had to admit that he was never more proud in his whole life when he held your hand again – this time with gloves on. You felt a blush staining your cheeks when he looked down and started smiling to himself. Gosh, his beautiful was inexplicable! If anything was close to ethereal, it would be his genuine and affectionate smile.
Frankly, it was more enjoyable to walk down the streets without freezing hands. Plus, Jimin made sure that you had fun because he told you jokes and cheesy lines on the way, paying for every little attraction you had tried and buying foods for you two. The best part was (of course) when your boyfriend reached forward to wipe some of the waffle from the corner of your lips.
It was almost like a culinary experience – you two had tried so many festive foods, you had a blast. Everything was so delicious from the chocolate covered fruits to the caramel-flavoured rice cakes. Not to mention that creamy hot chocolate that was made with white chocolate, topped with lots of whipped cream!
Luckily, apart from eating, you could even buy some bits and bobs for your family because you didn’t have time for a proper Christmas shopping before. Jimin also brought some gifts for his family but he insisted on buying something memorable for you too.
You were on your way to a shop where Jimin knew he could buy something for you when he came in sight with a sign at little shop saying that there were candy apples on display.
“If I buy a candy apple, does it make me a candy man?” He joked around, making you laugh like crazy. You had to stop in your tracks to regain your composure and start breathing properly.
“You spent too much time with Jin!” You teased him a bit but he merely stuck his tongue at you.
“That joke was actually mine but I’ll definitely tell him later because I’m sure he would enjoy it!” He fervently bobbed his head as he thought of his friend’s reaction.
You had met all of Jimin’s friends and they were all lovely but Seokjin always stood out – he definitely had an old man aura to him. Yet, you had to admit that his egg rolls were the best you had ever eaten! Small wonder why he was one of Seoul’s best chefs! Thanks to your lovely boyfriend, you could even eat at Jin’s restaurant – Worldwide Tasty – for free. He was that genuine.
You walked for five more minutes when Jimin found the wooden house he wanted, so you left him there and you started looking for a gift for him. You ended up buying a dance shoe-shaped necklace for him which you thought would suit him perfectly.
Much to your amazement, Jimin bought almost the same for you although the necklace he had chosen was handmade and it was in the shape of a pen because he knew you were fond of writing and wanted to become a writer in the future.
“Oh my god, Jimin! It’s beautiful!” You screamed as you looked at the necklace in his hands, yours is already around his neck. “I love it so so so much! It’s the best Christmas gift ever! Thank you so much!” You jumped up and down, then crashed him into a bone-cracking hug.
“I thought my joke was better!”
“Almost!” You giggled and let yourself enjoy that infinite moment with him.
You and him in the middle of the Christmas market, hugging each other and watching as the first snowflake hit the ground. Well… it was perfect.
