Only For you || PJM
⭢ paring: model¡jimin x fem¡reader
⭢ synopsis: Jimin shows y/n that no matter how close he gets with others for work, she’ll always be his one and only.
⭢ Genre: one shot„ fluff
You sit on the edge of the couch, scrolling through your phone, your eyes landing on a new set of photos from jimin’s latest shoot. he’s posing with a beautiful model, the two of them standing so close their shoulders touch, their smiles perfect and effortless. a familiar twinge of jealousy hits your chest, and you try to push it away, but the feeling lingers.
jimin walks into the room, catching the look on your face as you stare at the screen. he knows that look all too well, and with a soft smile, he sits beside you.
“hey,” he says gently, taking your hand in his. “you know none of them mean anything to me, right?”
you hesitate, looking down at his fingers wrapped around yours.
“it’s just… it’s hard sometimes,” you admit quietly. “seeing you so close with them.”
he leans closer, his voice warm.
“you’re the only one i think about, the only one i care about like this.” he squeezes your hand, his eyes full of reassurance. “no picture, no model, no pose will ever change that.”
a small smile creeps onto your face as his words sink in, his hand still in yours, making you feel like you’re his entire world.
As you sit there, feeling the warmth of Jimin’s hand wrapped around yours, his gaze never leaves your face. It’s as if he’s searching for something, waiting for the moment you believe him completely. You can tell he means every word, but the images from his shoot still linger in your mind, the glamorous scenes, the closeness he shares with someone else—even if it’s just for work.
He shifts closer, pulling you gently against him so you’re leaning on his shoulder, his hand running softly up and down your arm.
“You know,” he murmurs, “the whole time I’m there, I think about you. About how much I want to get back to you.”
You let out a soft sigh, resting your head against his shoulder. “I know you love me, Jimin. It’s just… seeing it, seeing you with them, it messes with me sometimes.”
“I understand.” His voice is gentle, filled with a sincerity that makes your chest ache. “And I don’t want you feeling like this. How about you come with me to the next shoot?”
Your head lifts slightly, surprise flickering in your eyes. “You want me there?”
“Of course.” His hand finds yours again, fingers lacing through yours. “I’d love for you to be there, to see it all for yourself. Maybe it’ll help to see that there’s nothing there except what the camera wants to capture.”
You feel a warmth spread through you at the thought. You’ve seen behind the scenes before, but you’ve never actually been there, watching him work up close. “You’re sure?” you ask softly.
He grins, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your forehead. “I’m sure. And I want you there, so you can see that I only have eyes for you.”
The next morning, Jimin makes good on his promise. He arranges for you to join him on set, and as you step into the brightly lit studio, you feel a mix of excitement and nerves. His team is bustling around, setting up cameras and adjusting lighting. Models and crew members are scattered across the room, each busy in their own tasks. It’s a world that feels so different from yours—a world where Jimin shines effortlessly, capturing everyone’s attention.
Jimin’s stylist leads him over to the wardrobe area, where racks of outfits are waiting. He gives you a quick, reassuring smile before he’s whisked away, and you find yourself standing near the edge of the set, trying not to feel too out of place. A few crew members give you friendly smiles, and one even offers you a chair where you can watch the shoot more comfortably.
Moments later, Jimin steps out from behind a partition, dressed in a sleek, tailored suit that fits him perfectly. His hair is styled to perfection, and there’s a sharpness in his gaze as he takes his place in front of the camera. It’s a look you recognize, one that’s all business—focused, intense, and undeniably captivating.
The photographer calls out directions, and Jimin moves smoothly from one pose to the next. He’s confident, relaxed, and every movement feels deliberate, almost like he’s in a dance with the camera. Watching him like this, you’re reminded of how dedicated he is to his work, how he’s always striving to be his best. It makes you feel proud, even if a small part of you still feels a pang of insecurity.
Then, the photographer introduces the model who will be posing with Jimin. She’s beautiful, with striking features and an air of confidence that makes her seem almost intimidating. She walks over to Jimin, and they share a brief, professional smile before the photographer starts giving them instructions.
“Closer, please,” the photographer calls out. “I want it to feel natural, like there’s a real connection between you two.”
Your stomach tightens as you watch her lean in, her hand brushing Jimin’s shoulder, her gaze fixed on him with a practiced intensity. It’s a part of the job, you remind yourself. But watching it unfold in front of you stirs up that familiar feeling once more.
Jimin’s eyes flicker over to you between shots, just for a split second, but it’s enough to remind you that he knows you’re there. As the shoot continues, you can see him subtly adjusting, making small changes in his posture and expression. It’s as if he’s trying to keep the poses professional, but every time he glances your way, there’s a softness in his eyes that the camera won’t catch.
Finally, after what feels like hours, the photographer calls for a break. Jimin steps away from the lights and walks straight toward you, a small smile on his face. “how are you hold up” he asks reaching for your hand.
You manage a smile, though you know it doesn’t quite reach your eyes. “It’s… different, seeing it all in person.”
He nods, understanding. “I know. But did you notice something?”
You raise an eyebrow, curious. “What?”
He leans in close, his voice dropping to a soft murmur. “Every time I looked at her, I was actually looking at you. I kept thinking about how lucky I am that it’s you waiting for me, that I get to go home with you, every night.”
Your cheeks warm, a shy smile spreading across your face. “You really mean that?”
“More than anything,” he says, his gaze never wavering. “This job… it’s a part of my life, but you’re my whole life. Everything I do here, it’s just a role. But what I have with you is real.”
Before you can respond, a voice calls Jimin back to the set, and he whispers in your ear “just wait for tonight my love” as he gives your hand one last squeeze before he heads back. The rest of the shoot passes more quickly, and you feel a new sense of peace as you watch him, knowing that every look, every smile, every word he’s told you is genuine.
When the shoot finally wraps up, Jimin changes out of his wardrobe, then joins you with a relieved grin. “Ready to go?” he asks, his hand already reaching for yours.
You nod, feeling a sense of warmth settle over you. As the two of you step out of the studio and into the evening air, he turns to you, his expression soft. “I hope today helped,” he says quietly. “I never want you to feel like I’m not yours, because I am. Completely.”
You look up at him, your heart swelling with a deep, overwhelming affection. “Thank you, Jimin. For everything.”
He chuckles, pulling you closer, his arm wrapped securely around you as you walk. “Thank you for being here, for putting up with my crazy world. I know it’s not always easy.”
You lean into him, feeling the steadiness of his presence beside you. “As long as I know I’m the one you come home to, I can handle it.”
He stops, turning to face you fully, his eyes filled with a quiet determination. “You’re not just the one I come home to, y/n. You’re my home.”
The words settle between you, a promise as clear as the stars beginning to appear in the sky. And as he leans down to press a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead, you know that no matter what, this love is yours to keep.
As you stand together under the dim glow of streetlights, the world feels a little quieter, as though it’s just the two of you wrapped in this gentle moment. Jimin’s fingers trace soft circles against your back, his touch warm and reassuring as he looks down at you with that soft smile that always seems to hold a thousand unspoken words.
“Let’s go somewhere special,” he murmurs, his voice low and inviting, a spark of excitement flickering in his eyes.
Curious, you nod, letting him lead you by the hand down the quiet streets until you reach a small park nearby. The place is nearly deserted at this late hour, and as you find a bench to sit on, the stars above shimmer against the night sky. Jimin settles beside you, pulling you close so you’re nestled against him, your head resting on his shoulder.
For a few moments, you both sit in a comfortable silence, listening to the soft sounds of the city around you. He takes your hand in his, lacing your fingers together and bringing your joined hands to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss against your knuckles.
“Being here with you like this… it makes me realize how lucky I am,” he says quietly, his voice filled with sincerity. “Sometimes, with work and everything, I feel like I don’t get to show you how much you mean to me. But I want you to know… you’re everything, y/n.”
Your heart flutters, and you squeeze his hand, turning to look at him. “I feel the same way, Jimin. Being by your side, no matter what… that’s all I need.”
He smiles, and before you can say another word, he leans in, capturing your lips in a soft, lingering kiss. It’s tender and unhurried, his thumb brushing against your cheek as he cradles your face gently. There’s something so grounding, so reassuring in the way he holds you, as if he’s pouring all of his love and devotion into this one kiss.
When he pulls back, his forehead rests against yours, and he gazes into your eyes, a playful smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Let’s stay like this for a little while longer,” he whispers, his fingers tracing gentle patterns along your shoulder. You nod, feeling a deep sense of peace wash over you as he holds you close, both of you content to simply exist in each other’s arms under the quiet night sky.
