Rain | Jimin Snippet
Fandom: BTS
Characters: Park Jimin, Reader/Insert
Genre: fluff...kinda...sorta...
Rating:...ass grabing
A/N: dedicated to @ellieljade and based on her latest Jimin dream. I felt inspired to quickly type something up for I love rain and I just needed another reason to distract myself from writing my current works IP.
Disclaimer: This work of fiction is written for entertainment purposes and is not a report of true events or an attempt to libel the persons represented.
“You were right about the rain.”
In the hours since entering the restaurant, a light shower has cooled the summer night, the pavement soaked from the consistent downpour. You stretch out your hand from beneath the awning, indulging in the therapeutic sensation as droplets fall upon your palm. The rustle of the umbrella as it’s unfurled attracts your attention, turning to the presence beside you. Jimin gives the device a final shake before pressing the latch to watch the canopy spring up and out to retain its dome shape. He smiles at you, pleased his intuition credited bringing it when you’d been sceptical.
Rain didn’t dissuade the plan to walk home, in fact, it added to the intimacy of the occasion. As you join Jimin beneath the umbrella, specifically selected to accommodate two, he comments, “snuggle in.” His arm encircling your waist to pull you closer. Your own matches his but claiming the sanctity of the back pocket of his jeans; it is both warm and allowed for the subtle but optimal grasp of his perfectly toned ass.
Two by two, you step out into the rain.
The rain is a melody and the umbrella an instrument of pelting droplets that drum upon the plastic canopy. Miniature tidal waves surge across the road as motorists cruise down the street, the doppler quality of wet tires ever present.
You’re easily absorbed in the observation of the surrounding environment and of the nameless faces of those who pass you by - never to be seen again. Some remain undeterred by the rain, braving the exposure as they bustle past without shelter. Others, prepared for the change in forecast find comfort beneath their umbrellas, some sharing while some travel alone.
The environment has become a blurring of colour through the veil of night and neon lightning. The visual graphics of signs and interior lights now a smudge in the distance.
With the noticeably drop in temperature, you unconsciously press yourself closer to Jimin in search of warmth. He senses the inclination and hugs you tighter, his gaze befalling your face briefly before matching your focus on the path ahead.
"Ah, this one here." And Jimin gestures to cafe, drawing your attention. "Jin recommended it."
Peering through the window, indeed it was small, few patrons occupying the interior, but it exuded warmth with mismatched chairs and tables, perpetuated by dimmed lightning and scattered tea candles. You suddenly feel the urge to be inside and bask in the smell of ground coffee.
"How 'bout Saturday morning? We could do an early breakfast?"
With your proposal, Jimin leads forward, your shoes splashing in puddles and you’re suddenly thankful for wearing boots tonight.
"Or we could stay in bed," he counters with a squeeze of his hand upon your waist, hinting to the alternative possibilities for that morning.
You giggle, difficult to fault the alternative as tantalising images flood your mind.
“You might just have me convinced.” Gripping his ass for good measure and smirking as he jumps at the unsuspecting attack.
It’s his turn to laugh, cheeks dimpling in an adorable fashion. “I thought you might.” And he pecks you on the cheek before hugging you closer still.
The rain remains consistent the journey home and as you find warmth in Jimin’s embrace, the window open to the soothing lullaby and cool breeze. His naked chest is warm against you cheek as the combination of sound and his fingers threading through your hair send you into a relaxed slumber.