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series vacation bts (also lowkey a part of bts @ night)
summary it’s a kinda angsty late night beach trip w ya boy(friend) jimin
paring pjm x reader
genre angst, some fluff, idol!jimin, childhood!acquaintances (uh this isn’t super relevant, just some small background, like they knew each other as kids but weren’t super close, but can bond over niche things)
word count almost 1k! (drabble status)
author’s note i actually wrote 2 vers of jimin’s @ night because he’s my everything and deserves more of everything. i liked the plot sm that i decided to make the bullet points into a whole one-shot. :)) also belated BDay to my ult, my sun, my world. vacation bts is a new series, and i will post a series masterlist soon !!
You told him it would be nice to have a break at home in the town where you grew up together. Both of you are usually out of town for work. Him more often due to his constant travelling that comes with being an idol. Despite living so close together, you are usually separated. It hasn’t been a super long relationship, but common pasts stemming from your younger days in your hometown draw you two together. During this break, both of you returned to the place you grew up, mostly to spend time with family. The thing about your town is that it spans many miles, and you happen to live on one end, and he on the other. Because of this unfortunate distance, you’re not super pleased when he asks you to drive all the way to his house in the late, late hours of the night. Hopefully your parents don’t mind seeing your car (actually it’s more like teenager!you’s car because you have now been blessed with enough bonuses and overtimes to have bought your own car, which is sitting in a garage in your current city) missing in the morning. After leaving your house as quietly as possible, you grant your boyfriend’s request and stealthily snatch him from his home. Feeling an itch to get outside, you park your car near his home and then end up walking to the nearby beach.
“F-for Christ’s sake, it’s spring. How is it this cold?” Jimin’s stuttering. The bench you two have settled down on is hard and cold, but Jimin still keeps his arms wrapped around you, a warm cocoon mostly formed by his oversized hoodie that’s covering the two of you like a blanket. You turn your head to face his, and you’re looking in his eyes squinted closed because sand threatens to blow into his eyes, and yours as well.
“It’s the wind. It’s windy.” You’re squinting too now. He opens his eyes a little wider braving the risk of sand-in-eye to seek your lips with his eyes. Jimin tries to bend down for a kiss, but you turn your head away. “No way, Jimin. Your breath stinks, worse than your morning breath.”
“I mean, it’s technically morning.” And you feel a hand at your side, trying to pry open the small purse you brought along. Jimin knows its contents almost as well as you because that purse is with you more often than Jimin is, and the boy can be forgetful and clumsy, and you always have what he needs right in that bag. He finds what he wants and pulls it up holding the gum pack between both of your faces.
“You wake me up at 3:46 am to drive all the way over here to comfort you and now you’re stealing my gum.” You roll your eyes, and take the pack from him to reveal the one stick left inside.
“To be fair, your breath stinks too.” He takes out the stick, and you two split it. By the time, you get the empty pack stuffed back into your purse, he’s got you so close you’re practically in his lap. This time he manages to steal a kiss on your cheek. It’s consensual though. You low key wanted it now that his breath is all half-minty.
And of course now you two are kissing, taking a breathing break every few seconds using the waves crashing onto the beach as a timer. The full moon reflects beautifully over the water. Neither of you notice. You’re too stuck in your head trying to concentrate on Jimin’s plush lips and chaste touches, but you’re also doing double time trying to think about why he called you over. He wouldn’t wake you up at 3:46 am for no reason, though you don’t want to prod right away. Perhaps it’s the stress of visiting home. His family loves him, and he them, but there’s always the lingering sadness knowing the joyful reunion will only be temporary. Another factor of stress could be the fact he has to hide himself day and night, basically any time he goes out because the popularity BTS has collected.
Howls, and scurrying noises cause you two to peel away from each other.
“How about we take a walk instead?” Jimin suggests, and then he takes your hand as both of you move farther inland, grateful to be getting away from the irritant sand. Walking in silence, hand in hand you hear more scurries and giggles. Though under the streetlights you can tell the sounds are just coming from teenagers sneaking out past curfew. Others occasionally appear around corners, but you two are the stars of the night, silently walking hand in hand, sometimes arm and arm when the wind starts blowing again.
Still, you’re walking in a residential area, a nice one because it’s close to the beach. You don’t feel your safety threatened, but you two still stay quiet, the loudest sound being muffled giggles that escape your mouths. You’re trying to make him open up because you want to support him, and cheer him up. You do so through close hugs and smiles hidden by the night. When you two make it back to your car parked almost in front of his house, close enough to the beach though, he’s shedding a few tears admitting his premature grief for leaving his family and you soon.
“This sucks.” You sigh, and then praise him for his admittance knowing that will also help him cheer up. Jimin lets out more words bleeding out of his emotional state, and you try to respond properly. Eventually, you move him inside the car. You at the driver’s seat, him at shotgun. The car’s off, but still provides more warmth and shelter than his sweatshirt did outside. And it’s nearly 4:30 am your smartphone says, but there’s no time to sleep when you’re so alive in this tragic conversation.
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