Destined ( 1 )
( The Red String )
Pocket!Size Jimin x reader, soulmate au, ( slight supernatural au only mentions of it )
description: it's one thing being a fan of bts, but how does one cope being ones soulmate, when they've become a tiny version of themself
note: okay im doing it. I'm gonna do an AU to this where its the reader that’s pocket sized and that will be a bts x ot7 reader.
~ 2 Months Ago ~
being an I Army is difficult. rarely the chance comes up that you get to do this because there were rarely concerts in your town or near your town. you’re staring at the computer screen seconds away from purchasing the tickets. your finger hovering over the purchase button, it wasn’t their first time in your country but it was the first time you were able to afford to go, you and Y/B/F/N had decided you were going to go more like you forced her, plus it was 2 months away anyway, and it was to enjoy yourselves instead of doing the same every weekend. and this weekend, and your love for BTS were getting the better of you. it popped up on the screen and you let out a small noise pressing the process button. and within minutes it had sold out BUT you had still managed to get your own ticket. two tickets. but yours mattered most. screaming happily you rolled around on your bed until you had nearly fallen off.
you had actually bought the tickets. you were going to finally get to a BTS concert. the last one before they went on a break.
~ Now ~
the man looked over your ticket, nodding his head for you to enter and you did followed by your friend. she wasn’t as enthused as you were, having not been a fan at all but you had talked her into going by saying you’d buy her ticket. you walked in and you wet your lips as you looked around, smiling to yourself seeing all the other fans. as twenty minutes go buy and BTS are ready to come on stage to perform, the screaming all but stops when a man in a suit walks out instead.
he was talking but the screaming was so loud you could barely hear him, and before long BTS were on the stage, the screaming, if possible, had gotten louder. And there he was. Park Jimin, so real and so close to where you were. he was close to namjoon as they spoke out to the crowd and while one of the other members spoke, namjoon spotted you. you were too focused on jimin, your heart beating WILDLY in your chest, missing the fact that namjoon whispered it to him. and the young man’s head whipped around, turning and your eyes met. and it was like everything was right in the world, but also burning bright and clearly. but the eye contact was soon gone because your best friend has grabbed your attention and before long the concert began.
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after being home for no more than twenty minutes you close the door to your room over so your roommate won't bother you. usually he didn't but there were days when he did. you set your bag down gently on the edge of bed and you walk over to your desk. your throat hurts from all the screaming you’ve been doing, your mind can’t seem to get away from the eye contact and the burning you’d felt within yourself when your eyes had met jimin’s. you smile giddily to yourself and you let out a happy noise, quite content that even eye contact was everything.
you were just about to sit on your chair when a very small “mmph” had been heard and you whirled around. your bag had fallen over almost towards the edge of the bed and a small blonde..person wait.. small blonde person? you slowly walked towards it as this.. tiny person stood up and brushed himself off. your feet had more or less taken you to the bed and you got down onto your floor and peered at him. he wasn’t looking at you yet, but he was looking around the room.
that was of course until he turned, and spotted you. a large grin curling his plump lips upwards. his smile, like you had seen so many before, always with his eyes, they were almost closed. “jimin?! park jimin?!!” you asked and he nodded. “hi!” he waved with both his hands, and he began speaking, quickly to you still smiling the only problem is, he’s speaking korean, and although you liked the music, and watched a few kdramas here and there, your korean wasn’t very good. you notice that the bottom of the sweater he was wearing more or less covering his hands all except his tiny... tinier fingers. you heart began pounding and you almost collapse onto the floor. “i’m.. i’m dreaming..”
jimin’s head, his tiny little head does a tilt to the side. like he doesn’t understand you either. this is going to be a serious problem. “joonie hyung saw the red string” he points at you and you frown, not understand. the only thing you did understand was joonie hyung. “i..i’m sorry.. i don’t speak korean ... i’m so, so sorry.” you breathe and he smiled. this can’t be happening, it’s not happening. you’re dreaming, did you come home and pass out. to prove the theory you pinch your arm and let out a small whine when you don’t wake up. “it’s okay.” you hear him say and when you whine, jimin makes a face rubbing at his arm.
jimin is now pouting up at you, his cheeks puffed and his lips puckered out. and he’s so cute this close up even as small being. a tiny crease between his eyebrows catches your attention and you can’t help but giggle. by god he’s adorable. you perch your face closer and jimin made a little gesture with his hands to show you the phone and you nod. you’re still unsure how this is happening. but it’s then that you actually realise. he’s tiny. “why are you tiny?” you asked and he looked up at you. “why... are... you... small?” you asked and you make gestures with your hands and he grins shrugging his shoulders.
his tiny covered hands point to his chest and then to yours. which confused you but you set your phone on the bed and he begins reading out numbers for you to type out. which thankfully you understand at least. once you do you dial the number and a voice comes over the other end. one you recognise. “joon hyung!” jimin speaks and despite his situation, he smiled when he heard namjoon reply. “jiminie.” he sighed with relief. “are you okay?!” namjoon asked and jimin nodded, despite not being able to see him. “i’m okay hyung! i found her!” he grinned up at you, his eyes closing like they always do when he smiles. you hear the sigh of relief. “we thought something had happened to you, jimin-ah!” it sounds like the other voice is scolding him. which is quite possibly the cutest thing you’ve ever seen and he looked up at you.
“ahh, well no not... not really hyung but she’s so beautiful up this close. but... she’s so big. tall. and i’m tiny, i don’t know what happened. i was heading out to get her, i was all covered up and i reached for her bag to get her attention and then... then... now i’m... now i’m small, ’m literally tiny.” he said and you wished you could understand him, understand everything he’s saying. but he’s still smiling at you so softly that you’re unsure if you’re imagining it or not.
there’s a beat of silence. “tell her to bring you here to us, okay? come back here, jimin.” it’s an order but it’s not said to be rude or demanding in any way, they’re all just worried about him. “she can’t understand me, hyung. she doesn’t talk korean!” he said and he sighed, hearing namjoon sigh in response. “excuse me... miss?” his voice caught your attention and you look down at the phone and then at jimin and then at the phone again once he pointed. “uh... yes?” you ask. “can you... bring jimin to the hotel please. please keep him safe, i don’t know what’s happening but... please. “ the voice said. “namjoon? kim namjoon?” you asked breathless and jimin nodded eagerly. “i’ll bring him. but what.. what hotel?”
silently promising that you will in fact, keep him safe. because you want to protect this tiny little thing. “i’ll keep him safe.” you finally say and jimin beams at you again. the name is quickly spoken and you’re given a number and pass code to get in. you lift jimin up and place him in your pocket because when you try to put him in your bag, he whined out. speaking english for the first time since you’d met the tiny version of your bias. you let out a small breath watching him pop out every now again. the blonde tuff that verges out of your pocket always catches your attention until you reach the hotel.
once you’re clarified to go up, you do but your breathing spikes and jimin looked up at you. a smile securely on his face and you knocked on the door. you couldn’t believe this was happening, park jimin... your bias, was tiny, in your pocket close to your heart and you were standing outside BTS’ hotel room door. the door opened revealing the leader who you had talked to maybe an hour or so before. “hyung!” jimin’s small voice came from your pocket and you looked down at him and then up at namjoon, he cursed in korean then in english. “shit.” when he spotted his tiny friend. then he looked at you, and smiled at you and moved to allow you to enter.
jimin tugged at your pocket and you looked down at him, “out... can..i get out ?” he asked and you nodded your head at him, carefully lifting the tiny being from your pocket and holding him securely in the palm of your hand. you turned to look at namjoon. “it’s.. nice to meet you, except from the circumstances of course. come through. everybody’s waiting.” he said and he led you through, still holding a now sitting jimin in your palm. you walk further into the room and are now surrounded by BTS. and that’s it. you think, you’ve died.
because this can’t possibly be real.