yo give me a some jimin fluff por favor 👀👀
drabble: best friends! bts, crush! jimin
genre: fluff, humour, jimin being a lil BRAT
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even though you had been friends with the boys for nearly 6 years now, you had never really gotten used to their constant teasing and pranks. honestly, how could anyone get used to that? it was like constantly living with 7 older brothers who were all constantly attempting to sabotage you in some sort of way.
“jimin, you’re going to get fucking slapped!” you yelled, dumping your now ruined breakfast into the trash can. this was the second time this week he had ruined your breakfast, and you were trying your best to not let it get to you. jimin childishly giggled and then said “reverse the last two words, and it’ll be perfect.”
“that would be ‘slapped fucking’, jimin. is that what you wanted her to say?” yoongi said, rolling his eyes behind his glasses “what were you even trying to say there?”
“something with fuck, but whatever, i tried.” jimin shrugged before attempting to dump pepper into your cereal AGAIN. his determination truly surprised you. normally after one failed attempt, he would just give up and call it a day, but today… he was actually trying.
“JIMIN, YOU’RE REALLY GOING TO GET BEAT.” you slapped his small hands away from your bowl just before the pepper could be dumped into your bowl. he pouted at you and looked over at taehyung for back up. taehyung glanced over at him with bored eyes while sipping his coffee.
“tae, isn’t y/n being a bit unreasonable here? pepper in cereal is a must have!” jimin grinned with an evil glint in his eye, leaning towards your untouched bowl. taehyung shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly and replied in a vapid tone “i haven’t tried it, i’m not really that much of a crackhead, unlike some people.”
“you’re no fun, you know that right? 2016 kim taehyung would have helped me in a flash.” jimin whined before accidentally dumping some pepper onto your freshly dried hair. he let out a small “oop” of surprise before stifling a few giggles. you could practically feel smoke coming out of your ears. it had taken you nearly an hour to perfect your hair this morning, and you were not about to let park jimin, of all people, ruin it.
“park jimin, you better tell me you didn’t just dump pepper on my hair.” you growled, reaching up to feel the top of your head. it felt pretty peppery. he grabbed your wrist (his fingers could barely even encircle your wrist and your wrist was pretty damn slim) and snickered “well, i figured you’re already pretty salty, so why not balance it out!”
“hyung, you’re really asking for it this time.” jungkook said while watching the entire situation over the top of his manga. his eyes darted between the two of you with a hint of amusement before they returned back to his book. jin poked his head out from the kitchen to quickly interjected “see, y/n, you should have just let me make some eggs. then you wouldn’t need any pepper because my food is always perfectly seasoned! #eatjin!”
“i don’t need any pepper! jimin is just being a little twat today!” you cried while desperately attempting to shove a spoonful of cereal into your mouth before jimin could get to it. he stuck out his lower lip and made a ‘hmph’ noise before dumping more pepper on your head, this time not so accidentally “i can’t believe you think i’m a twat! me of all people! especially after i watched movies last night and let you fall asleep on me!”
“i don’t think she thinks your a twat. i think she knows. also… tmi, ew.” joon said with a mouthful of toast shooting you a look that read “what the hell? you really fell asleep on that nerd?”. hoseok nodded in agreement “honestly, jiminie, lay off the girl for a hot second. she has an interview today, she deserves to have perfect hair.”
you glared at hoseok from across the table and hissed “you weren’t supposed to tell them yet.”
“oh.” hoseok covered his mouth and flushed a shade of fuchsia “whoops, my bad.”
the rest of the boys, including jimin, all began talking at you at once, leaning across the table to question you on this interview. this is why you didn’t want to tell them yet.
“are you getting a job? finally!”
“now you can pay your own rent instead of using my money!”
“hush!” you yelled in exasperation while wiping the pepper off of your head and standing up. you leaned on the table, attempting to look professional somehow “i’m… interviewing to be your tour manager.”
the boys all let out comments of excitement and congratulations while you sat back down, feeling quite satisfied with yourself. jimin took you by surprise and wrapped his arms around you in a hug that felt much more like being strangled by a cobra.
“look at our little y/n! all grown up!” jimin cheered and squeezed you even tighter than before. you let out a small squeak of surprise before returning the hug “thanks, jiminie, but i doubt i’ll get it. i have 0 experience in the field. all of my past jobs were just part-time, minimum wage things. this is full time and specialized.”
he turned your head to face him and stared intensely into your eyes “listen to me, y/l/n y/n. you will get the job because you deserve it! you’ve worked super hard at your past jobs, you deserve this! plus, you might happen to have a special connection with this group you’d be with. what are they called? oh, yeah! BTS! that may just happen to be the 7 of us!”
“oh gosh, jimin.” you flushed before attempting to remove his hands from your face “thank you for that little… pep talk, but you know that would be kind of biased if they chose me because we’re friends.”
he squished your cheeks and shook his head fiercely “you’ll get it. i’m 101% positive of that.”
“should the rest of us leave or…?” taehyung grinned at the two of your from across the table, pretending to get up from the table. you blushed and shook your head, dropping your gaze from jimin’s eyes back down to the floor. he cleared his throat before removing his hands from your face silently continuing to eat his breakfast beside you.
“are you sure you only fell asleep on him last night, y/n?” jungkook asked, raising his eyebrow at you with a small smirk. you shot him a venomous look that quickly made him drop the expression.
“you guys and your flirty… it’s sickening.” yoongi made a gagging noise before shoving his earbuds back into his ears. you ignored the boys and embarrassing action that had happened moments ago and shoved a spoonful of cereal into your mouth. it didn’t taste right though. it tasted… spicy… almost peppery…
