Skinny Love | pt.1
;pairing — jimin x reader
;warnings — smut will be next chapter; till then... | very fluffy |
;summary — your roommate Jeon Jungkook has introduced a heartthrob of a crush into your life, and all you can do is sit by and watch with one-sided love.
;word count — about 4k
“Hey, did you want to come with me to see that new movie?”
Jungkook was stationed on the floor in front of you, iPhone pressed to his ear as he ran a hand through his dark hair. You knew he wasn’t talking to you, but it didn’t stop you from responding.
“Yes! Kookie, I’ve been waiting for you to ask me out!” Jungkook turned so fast you thought you would be the one to get whiplash. His glare was harsh, contrasting the light and airy tone in his words.
“Oh, no, that was my friend. She jokes around a lot… No, nothing! I’m asking you out after all, noona.” You rolled his eyes. Jungkook had a weird thing for girls older than him. Of course, it wasn’t really weird, but he just never once had any sort of attraction to someone younger than him. You wondered if there was something wrong with him. As soon as he realized a girl was younger than him, she never heard a word back from the guy. You stood from the couch and went to the kitchen, tuning out the rest of Jungkook’s conversation. When you find the orange juice sitting on the island counter, you yell out to your roommate.
“Hey! Jungkook, what did I tell you about leaving stuff out of the fridge?! And you’re always the first to complain when it’s all warm. Wait until you leave the milk out and it gets spoiled; I won’t buy another one!”
“I’m on the phone, woman!”
“I don’t care,” you yelled back. When Jungkook doesn’t respond, you hiss in frustration and uncap the orange juice, ready to drink straight from the carton. You hear the door open and assume it’s Jungkook leaving to do God knows what.
BZZT!
Your phone vibrates in your sweatpants’ pocket.
“Hey, I let myself in. I brought some stuff.” You jump at the new voice, almost dropping your phone, turning to see an all-too-familiar face.
“Oh, no, uh…” You trailed off, embarrassed at how you looked. It was a Saturday morning, which meant it was a lazy day. The invader wrapped his arms around you in a hug, and you breathed in his scent. When he leaned back to look at you, his eyebrows raised in worry, and you caught a reflection of yourself in his dark eyes. Your hands slapped to your cheeks, and when you turned around to hide from his view. You had gotten out of bed just a few hours ago and tied your hair into a bun, thrown on sweatpants, and decided to get on with your life. You knew you didn’t look one bit presentable; hell, you didn’t even have eyebrows!
“No?”
“I meant, no problem. You should have let me know you were coming, though!”
Park Jimin looked as good as ever. He looked imperfectly perfect, standing there in ordinary clothes, but he made it look like he’d just got off the fashion runway. Literally all he wore was a green crewneck and blue jeans. How? Ever since you met Jimin when he helped Jungkook move in two years ago, you’d developed a little crush. Something about the way he squinted when he smiled, or how his laugh was so contagious, his eyes, or his thighs. You didn’t know exactly, but as soon as you laid eyes on him, you were entranced. And when you got to know him, you began to fall for him. Hard.
“Y/N?” You’d started daydreaming about Jimin.
“Yeah?”
“I asked if I could put these in the fridge.”
“Oh, yeah! Of course! What’d you buy?”
“I bought some drinks; it’s game night, remember?”
“It is?” When Jimin gave you a pointed look, his eyelids shutting ever so slightly, you started nodding your head. “It is,” you said more certainly. “How could I ever forget?! We planned this…” You couldn’t remember when you had planned such a thing.
“Jungkook suggested it at dinner a few weeks ago. You’re so silly,” Jimin smiled that super cute smile of his, and you couldn’t help but smile with him.
“That he did. Did you get that one drink I like?”
“The one that you keep throwing back until you don’t even know your own name?” Jimin opened the door to your fridge and began to stock it with drinks of all kinds--all the guys were coming over and some of your friends, too. You noticed how, despite Jimin’s smaller frame, his shoulders still seemed broad.And his proportions were godly; you loved seeing him wear jeans. Especially jeans with tears in them.
“That’s the one,” you squealed excitedly, moving forward to see if he had bought it.
“No. I did not.” When he finished putting the alcohol in the fridge he turned and patted your head. He was just barely taller than you. “When you drink like that, you cause trouble for everyone. And we definitely do not need that today. What are we going to do when you starting yelling about the chicken nuggets Jungkook stole from you six months ago?”
“I have never once--” Jimin gave you another pointed look. “I hadn’t eaten all day,” you whined. Jimin chuckled that melodic chuckle and pushed you into the living room where Jungkook still sat, this time scrolling through Twitter posts.
“While you’re over there lurking, people are wondering if you’ve died or not, you coconut.” Jungkook slowly raised his middle finger in your direction as you took a seat in the arm chair.
“And while they’re worrying about me, no one gives a flying red fire truck about you, Y/N.”
“When did you become such an ass?” You scoffed in disbelief, glancing at Jimin who went to sit beside his best friend. They did a small handshake before Jimin whipped out his own phone and typed something out, eventually turning on the television and picking up the game controller.
“When you revealed your true colors as the devil herself.” Jungkook snickered to himself and you looked around for something to throw at the brat.
“Chill out, Kookie-ah. Let’s play some Overwatch.”
“Ah, yes!” Jungkook reached for a controller as well, leaning against the coach as he settled in. You wanted to move closer to observe their gameplay, but at that moment, the doorbell rang. Instead of taking the seat on the couch right behind the two guys, you walked over to the front door and opened it to reveal your friend Nara. She gleamed at you, giving you a short hug before walking into the kitchen. She had a bag in her hand, and before you knew it, she was putting her own groceries away. The only brightside to everyone dropping off food was that at the end of the night, the rest of it was yours. And Jungkook’s too, but you always got to them first. Usually.
“Game night, huh?”
“Yes, game night. Why is everyone showing up when it’s still…” you slipped your phone out your pocket, only to find that you hadn’t replied to Namjoon’s messages. You quickly checked the time, “It’s barely noon!”
god of destruction joon
[Sat, Oct 27, 11:32 AM]
hey, y/n
what should i bring? was thinking about alcohol but jm said hes got it.
You smirked at the message before typing out your reply.
Y/N
[Sat, Oct 27, 12:04 PM]
bring some snacks! gummies--lots of em. but also get the alcohol i really like. jimin forgot it.
Namjoon’s reply was quick. Nara glanced at you, surprised at the sudden buzz but continued to put things away. You could see she bought popcorn.
god of destruction joon
[Sat, Oct 27, 12:06 PM]
you do realize the ‘alcohol you really like’ is just smirnoff with lemonade we mix in, right?
You think about it. You’d always just seen the drink poured into a glass just for you, and you were just that eager to drink it.
Y/N
[Sat, Oct 27, 12:07 PM]
is it?
god of destruction joon
[Sat, Oct 27, 12:07 PM]
Yes. how about i mix something else tongiht? rather jin wants to mix it, he said it’ll be the best ever. he was gonna wait till we go drinking, but nows good a time as ever.
tonight*
Y/N
[Sat, Oct 27, 12:09 PM]
tell sir jin i’d be delighted. but don’t forget the gummy candy! I really like twin snakes, too!
You ended the conversation there, turning to see Nara had already retired into the living room. She was sat between the two guys on the floor, hands itching on her knees as she anxiously watched the gameplay. You didn’t know how, but you had never been too interested in mmorpg games. Even so, almost everyone you were surrounded by was deeply invested in them. You remembered helping Jungkook move boxes into his room and found stacks on stacks of similar games, and he cursed you when you dropped a single case. As if the CD was break from such a short fall.
“You play Widowmaker really well,” Nara compliments, eyes glued to the screen. Jungkook says nothing in return, his jaw slackened in focus. Your eyes find Jimin, who is awkwardly jamming the controls. His hair flops into his eyes slightly when he leans forward and he whips his head to try and get it out of his sight, but the strands don’t move. His teeth enclose his full bottom lip, making his lips just that much pinker.
Just then, Nara giggles out of nowhere, shaking you out of your reverie. You two make eye contact, and when you mouth ‘what’s funny’, Nara simply replies with something that involved ‘love’. The word alone brought blood rushing to your cheeks, and when the guys coincidentally finished their round and looked toward you, you slapped your hands to your cheeks.
“You okay over there, tomato?”
“Screw you, Jungkook. It’s hot.”
“I didn’t ask.”
“I’m going to the bakery.” You turned on your heel and walked out the front door before realizing you were still dressed in stained sweats, a tank, and your hair was slicked into a bun away from your eyebrow-less greasy face. With a huff, you walked back inside in an effort to make yourself a bit more presentable to the outside world.
Ugh, and Jimin witnessed you like that.
When game night rolls around, so do the excuses. Jungkook was the first to go. The clock struck seven and he was all deuces, making you think back to when he was on the phone. Nara was the one who tried to force him to stay.
“Ya! You’re the one who made the plans!” She had said, but it was no use. Jungkook was convinced the noona he had been chatting up was the one.
And then came the texts. Yoongi was the first.
yoongers
[Sat, Oct 27, 7:07 PM]
Sleeping.
A sleepy bastard as always. And then there was Hoseok.
your hope
[Sat, Oct 27, 7:27 PM]
dance practice taking longer than expected. next time x
And it went on like that. The boys were making excuses left and right, and your friends, too! Jin suddenly had food poisoning from eating at some new restaurant and Namjoon had to nurse him back to health, and your friend JiHyun had an emergency because she chipped her tooth on a soda bottle. It was almost like they were avoiding you at this point.
“What am I supposed to do now?”
“What do you mean,” Nara looked up from her nails that she had been painting with the polish she snagged from your room. The color suited her better than it suited you, a light rose pink.
“No one’s coming. You’re the only one here.”
“You forgot about Jiminie,” Nara mumbled, and you suddenly remembered that Jimin had wandered off to Jungkook’s bedroom to catch up on some sleep hours earlier. If he was feeling so tired, he’d probably end up leaving, too.
“Ugh,” you groaned. “I already ordered the food.”
“Oh, honey--” A loud ringtone blared from Nara’s phone. Her eyes widened as she read the message. Interested, you attempted to lean over and catch a glimpse of what was happening but your best friend was too quick. She stood hurriedly and began to gather her belongings. “Something came up; I really need to get going.”
“What?! Not you too, Nara!”
“I am so sorry, Y/N. I’ll make it up to you,” she uttered in a rushed tone. “I’ll take some food with me, though. Sounds like they’re here.” Nara moved in the direction of the door, and like she said, the food had just arrived. Nara took out a card and spoke with the man briefly, taking one of the boxes of pizza you’d ordered before pointing in your direction. At least she paid for the food, so you were grateful. You waved goodbye as Nara put the box in the passenger seat of her car before offering the delivery guy to come in and place the food in the kitchen.
“As a tip, do you want any of the food? I’ll still pay a tip, too.” You pulled a small bill from your pocket and offered it.
“Then, the noodles,” he smiled. “Someone cancel on you?”
“That obvious?” The delivery guy smiled before nodding in thanks and heading out. You sighed, opening up a box of pizza and taking a slice.
You were on your third slice when you heard a door creak open. You looked up to see Jimin, his dark hair ruffled and his eyes tired. “Is it good?” You hummed, nodding your head to the box to silently offer him. “What happened? Did I miss the party?” Jimin chuckled innocently, and you wondered if he really thought that.
“They cancelled.”
“So it’s just me and you, huh?” Jimin bit into the pizza slice, and that was when it hit. You and Jimin. Jimin and you. Alone. If things when badly on Jungkook’s date, then he’d be back in a few hours, the latest. Why were you even thinking about that coconut head brat when Jimin was in front of you, you didn’t know. But what you did know was that you were getting more and more nervous at the thought of being all alone with the guy you liked.
“I, yeah,” you began to stutter. “Did you, sleep, uh, drive, I mean…” You couldn’t tell where even you yourself were going with this conversation. “Do you like tomatoes?”
Jimin’s expression was one of pure confusion, but after a moment, he burst out into laughter. His eyes squinted beautifully as he laughed with his whole body, lurching forward and grabbing onto the island counter with his free hand. You couldn’t help but begin to giggle along with him, feeling some of the nervousness evaporate in your body.
“Sorry, that was too funny.” Jimin swiped a tear from his eye and exhaled a deep breath. “Tomatoes are alright. What do you think?”
“They’re great. They’re fruity, you know.”
“You’re just making this more awkward than it needs to be, Y/N. You know that right?” Jimin stated the obvious, using his hands to elaborate on what he was saying. He moved his hand between the both of you, gesturing ‘this’.
“I, uh, sorry? Pardon?”
“God, you hang around Kookie-ah too much.” Jimin flipped his hair and ran his hand through it before leaning an elbow on the counter and resting his face in his hand. He peered up at you from beneath his long eyelashes. Suddenly he yawned, and his other fist covered his mouth. “What time is it?”
You lifted your phone to show him the time.
“I’ll get going, then.” Jimin stood from his seat and moved towards you, holding his arms out for a hug. If there was one thing you absolutely adored about Jimin, it was his hugs. You shyly took a step forward as he caged you to his body, and you breathed in his scent for the second time that day. Despite being stuck in Jungkook’s room all day, he still smelled of vanilla.
“Stop sniffing me, Y/N, you weirdo,” Jimin chuckled lightly in your ear, sending a pleasant shiver down your spine.
“You just smell really good,” you mumble absentmindedly.
“Not as good as you.” You weren’t absolutely sure, but you could have sworn Jimin’s lips brushed against your ear. You started to feel more self-conscious. “I’ve always wondered, but what do I smell like?”
“I..You smell,” you paused. “Good?” Cue another chuckle. “Sweet, like marshmallows and vanilla.”
“You know what you smell like to me?” Jimin’s voice dropped to just barely a whisper, and there it was again. His lips undeniably brushed against your ear, and as he continued to speak, you could feel his lips hovering. “You smell...quite sexy.” Jimin pressed his lips lightly to your cheek and then to your jaw; light butterfly kisses. You began to feel yourself mentally melt; it was as if it was a dream.
“Like?” You urged him to continue.
“Like...I don’t know...just sexy.” Jimin’s arms moved lower. Rather than encircling you in a hug, his arms were wrapped around your waist and you were acutely aware of this.
“Jimin…” You didn’t know how to phrase this. Jimin was no ‘international playboy’ like Jungkook, but he is definitely a lady killer. You didn’t know what the was doing, or why he was doing what he was doing.
“Do you know what skinny love is?”
“What?”
“Can I kiss you?”
Again. What? Except you didn’t say it. You looked up at Jimin, searching his eyes to see if there was anything wrong with this scenario. Park Jimin just asked if he could kiss you. You. No way this was happening. Your hand moved of its own accord and you pinched your own cheek. Hard.
“Woah! Are you okay? Just say no!” Jimin backed away as if fire had scalded him, gingerly touching your red and aching cheek. “I’m sorry. Forget I said anything--I just---”
“I had to check if this was real.”
Jimin sighed and took a seat in the stool at the island counter again and took your hand in his. “Y/N, I have had a crush on you for three years now. Since Jungkook showed us his Halloween picture when he was Detective Conan and you were Haibara.”
“That’s kinda…”
“Creepy that I remember that? Yeah. I know… The point is, I’ve liked you for a while now. And I know you like me.”
“I thought I was pretty slick,” you mumble in disbelief.
“With your staring?” Jimin chuckled again. Unconsciously, you reached up and pressed your hands to Jimin’s cheeks.
“Ouch!”
“Sorry. You’re real. Wow.” You were so shocked, you began to zone out, rubbing Jimin’s red cheeks.
Without any warning, Jimin pulled your face close to his own and he pressed his full lips to yours. You almost immediately sighed, finally released from the excruciating mystery of what his lips would feel like. Jimin pulled your body closer, and you leaned into the kiss. His lips moved slowly, fluidly, and when you thought the feeling was as good as it was ever going to get, you felt his tongue slide over your bottom lip in an effort to coax a deeper kiss out of you.
His hands wander under your shirt, his cold fingertips causing you to shiver from his touch. You let out a shaky sigh, your hands finding their way to his hair.
“I really like you,” Jimin whispered against your lips, and your eyes fluttered open to see his own hooded eyes, filled with lust. “I really want to take you, right here…”
You hummed in agreement. You wouldn’t object to that—you’d been dreaming of it for months. It would be a dream come true, but you sensed a ‘but’. And sure enough it came. Your body went cold and Jimin’s forehead was pressed against your own, and you could see some kind of pain tinged in his eyes.
“Park Jimin,” you muttered in a hushed tone.
“You deserve better…” For a moment, your mind blanked out. Jimin does all this, just to leave you cold turkey.
CLICK!
The door slams open and you can hear bumbling laughter. “Y/N~”
Jungkook was back. Jimin separated himself from you and breathed heavily, watching as Jungkook finally entered the kitchen where you were. Jungkook stumbled around, clearly drunk.
“I thought you went to the movies,” you said, crossing your arms across his chest. Jimin gingerly touched your elbow before standing from his seat, clearly amused by the scene of Jungkook bursting into song, “I’m a born singer~”.
“I’ll help him get into bed.”
Jimin did just that. He took Jungkook into his room and you could hear him in the midst of all the ruckus cursing the younger man. Perplexed with whether or not you should stay out in the kitchen and wait for Jimin to come back or go into your own room and call it a night, you started to clear away the food and put them into the fridge.
You finished stacking the cartons of food atop the pizza in the fridge and closed the door just when Jimin walked back into the open kitchen. His sweater had become untucked and you wondered how much trouble drunk Jungkook was; you had never actually seen him so drunk. He’d always boasted about the high tolerance he had—at least now you had more reason to tease him.
Jimin crossed the empty space towards you, shaking you out of thought. His expression seemed tired. “Y/N…” He suddenly took hold of your hands. A long minute passed as he stared down at you. When you finally began to feel awkward, your hands growing more and more clammy with your heart beating out of your chest with each passing second, he finally spoke. “Let’s go on a date.” He stepped back, letting go of your hands and you don’t know if you imagined it, but a blush crept up his neck and tinged his ears a rose pink. “I’ll text you.” And he walked through the door.
Only a moment passed before he came back inside and wrapped his arms around you in a tight hug. “You mean the world to me, and you deserve the world.” Jimin pressed his plump lips to your forehead one last time, “Lock the door, okay?”
And then he was truly gone.
