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kpopisthereasonihavenolife · 6 years ago

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Dandelion

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Park Jimin/Reader [F]

Genre: College AU, Enemies->Friends->Lovers, Fluff

Warning(s?): Mentions of Drinking/Smoking, Jimin’s Tattoo

Words: 9.7k

Summary: Park Jimin was a hot topic name floating around campus on the daily. Always seen with a girl at his hip with a different girl on his thigh just a few days later. Rumor has it he’s never had a fling with one girl lasting longer than a week. With your gossip-addicted best friend and his friendship with Jimin, Jimin comes to learn about you. A week isn’t so hard sticking around one girl, the hardest part is when day 7 stars approaching. So, he decides he wants to make a wish instead. Wishing on a dandelion has to work.

a/n: this is sloppy bc I did it all in one sitting and I apologize

“I heard Jimin broke up with his girlfriend!” The first thing you were greeted with at lunchtime and it was your overly excited, sparkly-eyed best friend. He was always the one to get any and all gossip he could just because he wanted to be part of the circle of gaudy gossip. You could care less about half the bull that comes out of his mouth.

“And why would I care? What, is it his longest lasting relationship or something. Wow, 5 days with the same chick, whoop-dee-doo.” You slid into a cafeteria, blue chair unloading the tray filled with two wrapped chicken sandwiches and a styrofoam bowl of strawberries.

“Oh come on, you can’t deny that it’s odd. There’s talk about him actually liking this one, maybe he’ll go back in for a double dip.”

You gagged. “Eugh, can’t you go and tatter off to your other friends? I don’t wanna hear anything about Jimin’s sex life, Jackson.”

Jackson slumped over in the seat next to you as he sighed dramatically into the air. He would always act like you just kicked over a tower of legos he spent 4 hours building whenever you would blatantly refuse to care about his gossip. It was no surprise that Jackson knew all the haps of anything ever. He was a people person, who knew everyone ever it seemed.

If you called some random number over in LA, you had no doubt if you mentioned Jackson, they would answer back ‘oh, yeah I know him!’. He’s been everywhere and you were always curious as to why. He wasn’t a homebody by any stretch.

“I can’t talk to other people about his hips girl, all because they’ve all been with him before. You- albeit- haven’t! So, I can talk to you about him with a clean slate honey.”

“That reasoning and your stupid use of pet names have no correlation of why I need to hear it and I’ve also revoked your drunk stay over privilege until next Monday.”

Jackson gapped at you.

“Your couch is my drunk home! Don’t evict me you, she-devil!” He whapped at your shoulder and swapped right back to the topic at hand. “Besides, I’m his friend, why aren’t you?”

“Do you really have to ask? He doesn’t know I exist for one and I’d like to keep it that way. All he’s gonna do is try and wedge his half-dollar-coin-sized dick between my legs.”

“Sometimes, you really do need to get laid.”

“If you don't think I won’t knee him in the balls if he comes even within a 4-foot radius of me, you’re wrong.”

Sensing the conversation die, Jackson finally moved onto a different topic altogether. Even if the topic shifted from Jimin, the conversation he yapped your off about how unsanitary the school campuses bathroom is, was still far from welcome.

Munching on your food, and nearly finished Jackson stopped his yammering when someone clapped his shoulder. Looking over his shoulder, he busted out into laughter at the irony as you could see their figure in the corner of your eyes. Only offering a small and short eyeroll.

Park Jimin stood behind Jackson, his hand on his hip with a pair of shades and a beanie on his blonde head. His leather jacket covered his yellow flannel that hid his white tee with his jeans that were ripped at the thigh. His biker boots were worn and frankly needed some care to them.

You remain unbothered and silent as the two began to speak to another.

“I was told to pass along the message,” Jimin said as he held out a small scrap of folded paper. Taking it with a pluck, Jackson flipped it open and scanned the words written along it.

“Right on, right on. Whose place is this one at?”

“Jin’s setting us up.” Jackson whistled with a smirk.

“Of course. Mr. Connections, always pulling through.”

Jimin nodded, Seokjin always had connections. Be it with a house to throw parties or what flower shop to go to when your little 3-year-old niece wants a bouquet of daisies for her birthday. He always had a go-to. Perks of being a rich kid who knew any and everyone with the social skills to back you up. You’ve even asked him once if he knew a place in town that sold old, used textbooks. He was cocky about it, but at least he gave you an answer and a promise to save some money.

“Friday at 8. Don’t forget like last time and show up at 3 when everyone is already passed out or getting fucked in a room, yeah?” Jimin quipped with a smirk on his face. Jackson only rolled his eyes as he swiveled around to you, shoving the paper in your face as you popped a strawberry in your mouth.

Reading the words in sloppy handwriting, it looked like a kindergartner wrote it. It just showed a location, a time and date. Probably all the for party that you assumed to two were fawning over. You shifted your eyes to look over the paper into Jackson’s face. A gleam in his eyes and a smile on his face. Far too suspicious.

“Why am I looking at this?”

“You’ve gotta come with me!” You rolled your eyes as slapped the top of his hand, making him retracted it and rub at the skin with a pout. “Rude,” he muttered.

“If you think I’d enjoy being in a loud, sweaty, drunken club with all your frat friends looking for a night less than 20$ and 5 shots, you really need to revoke your friendship with me. I’d rather stare directly into a high voltage flashlight for 2 hours and go blind, thanks.”

You popped another strawberry into your mouth as Jackson laid his head down on the table and looked at you. Lips pouted and eyelashes fluttering like a damsel in distress.

“Please?”

“Not happening.”

“Please?”

“No.”

“Please?”

“Jackson!”

“Okay okay,” he reasoned before he sat up and snapped his fingers. A stupid plan forming in his head, you could feel it. “How about it’ll be a favor for me? I’ll owe you one!” You sighed as you rubbed your forehead. He was such a headache. “Please, I won’t ask anything more for the rest of the month plus I’ll even owe you a favor. Any favor, you know I'm down for anything.”

“So long as it doesn’t end up with you sitting in a holding cell?” You quipped with a smile as you remember back in high school he was running around town, causing all sorts of trouble with beer on his brain instead of logic.

“That was a long time ago! Let it die!” He whined.

As the two of you bickered, the both of you had failed to register Jimin still stood at the table. Jimin knew a lot of the student body, even if the campus and college were diverse and huge. Though, he hadn’t seen you before. Arguing with Jackson about not wanting to come to a world-class frat party was amusing enough. The fact that you seemed to know Jackson already, only made it better. You probably had so much dirt on him it was laughable.

You seemed stubborn, probably annoyingly so. He moved to rest his rear on the table top, lounging with one leg propped up as he watched you two. He wasn’t needed here, he wasn’t required to stay and listen in on a conversation that had literally nothing to do with him.

Yet, he was intrigued all the same. Then, you noticed him.

You peeked around Jackson as you threw the last strawberry from your bowl into your mouth, the red from the fruit staining your lips in a way he wanted to forget, but somehow knew he wouldn’t.

“Can we help you?” You asked in a spiteful manner. He lifted his hands in defense.

“Oh no, carry on. This is fun,” he replied as you rolled your eyes. “Besides,” he started again, “it’s just a party. There’s nothing wrong with that.”

“Some of us have other things to do believe it or not. Maybe I’m not into alcohol, or maybe I’m just not a party person. Ever think of that genius?”

He hissed in a playful manner, dramatically clutching his chest.

“That stings. And to think I was inviting you.”

“No, Jackson was inviting me.”

“But, I invited him. So through correlation, I am the mastermind.”

“Oh my god,” you sighed as Jackson bit his lip in amusement. He knew Jimin had no idea who you were, yet he was chatting you up like you’ve been talking for a week. “I don’t really want to take an invite from some rando guy who hops from girl to girl like frogs from lily pads. Please shut up.”

Before anything else, you looked at the watch face on your wrist and pushed out your chair. Loading the tray with your trash and empty strawberry-stained bowl, you slung your bag over your shoulder. Jackson stood up as well, taking the tray from you as you huffed.

“I’ll take your trash,” he kindly said. It was suspicious once again, but you’d allow it. “You’re going to work on your camera right? Didn’t you get a new one?” You nodded.

“I did. I was going to go back to the dorms and fiddle with it. I don’t have another lecture until 4, so I can afford some practice photos.” He nodded.

“Make sure to take a photo of a dandelion and show it to me first!”

“What if I wanted to show my roommate?”

“You know she won’t be there. She’s always out late.”

“You’re right,” you added with a playful smirk. She worked late and after that, she always had something to do. It was a good night when she came sauntering into the dorm at 2 AM.

“Go on, shoo you, little photographer, you.” You shook your head with a chuckle and began to walk off. Swerving around chairs and people, you plugged your headphones into your phone and placed your sound muffling cuffs over your head and toned out the world. Leaving the cafeteria, the school and then to the campus grounds.

Jackson as he said, dealt with your trash as Jimin hopped up from his seat on the table top and meandered his way back through the cafeteria to his mob of friends. All talking about one thing or another.

All Jimin could think about as he drummed his fingers on his arms was how to convince you to come to the party on Friday. He had something he wanted to know about and, quite frankly, he felt like you inadvertently challenged him. So, of course, he had to prove a point now.

Having someone banging on your door Friday evening at 6 PM was something you surely didn’t want to deal with. Already cozy with one of your old hoodies and a pair of shorts with your hair a damp mess from your shower earlier on, you were lounging on your couch flipping through TV channels utterly bored.

Jackson had spammed you with text after text trying to convince you to come to the party. He tried every bribe in the book, but you just would not yield. You only assumed that Jackson was the one pounding down your dorm door, but when it didn’t stop and your phone never chimed with a text to let him in, you grew curious.

Growing tired of the constant bangs that didn’t seem to stop anytime soon, you rolled off the couch and stomped to the door, swinging it open without even peeking through the peephole who is inside. Ready to be met with your best friend's face, yet not so.

“What the hell?” You whispered to yourself. There, in front of you and your dorm room who just shoved his way past your shoulder to saunter inside was Park Jimin himself. “Um, excuse me?”

He, with his hands shoved into the pockets of his mint green windbreaker, turned to you with his tousled blonde hair and dark eyes. “Yes?”

“Get the hell out?” You questioned as you motioned to the door. He untucked his hands as he cupped his chin and puckered his mouth and crinkled his chin in a false thought motion. He was already trying your patience.

“I think I’m good. Thanks for the offer though!” You groaned as you begrudgingly shut your door, glad for once that your roommate never comes back until way later than 6PM. When you waltzed back into your living room, Jimin had made himself comfortable on your couch with your TV remote like he lived here. You were offended, obviously so.

You stood in the doorway of the room as Jimin waved you over as you took skeptic steps towards him and sat on the far end of the couch. Clear away from his grabby fingers that probably need a sanitize or two.

“I don’t bite you know,” he chuckled as he dug his phone from his pocket. He opened his messages and you watched his thumbs drum away on the screen. Messaging, hitting send, opening a new conversation and repeat. How many friends did he have? “We’ll leave in an hour.” He said without batting an eye.

“Excuse me?”

“Jin’s party? We’re going.” Who did this man think he is?!

“Says who?! I’m not going, I’m pretty sure I made that obvious before. You were eavesdropping so you know this mind you.”

“I wasn’t eavesdropping, I was just listening. It’s not like I was hiding behind a wall and listening in while you and Jackson bitch back and forth. Which is funny, by the by.” He dropped his phone into his lap as he hiked his arm up on the back of the couch, looking at you, your knees pulled to your chest with your feet on the couch cushion. “You’re actually quite cute.”

You quickly jumped up and sat perched on the arm of your couch, pointing a finger at him as you opened your mouth and furrowed your brows.

“Ah-ha! I knew it!”

“Knew what?”

“You’re just a sleazy, shady, horny college frat boy who is just following me around because you don’t know me!” Jimin offered an annoyed eye roll, his eyes sticking up to his eyelids before he looked back down with a snarky grin. “I’ve heard your resume from Jackson, and I know better than to throw myself at you.”

“Oh, so you know about me? Well, that’s unfair as I know nothing about you.”

“In fact, come any closer and I’ll punch you in your stupid face.” Jimin just shook his head as he huffed out through his slightly parted lips. He watched as you sat perched on the arm of your couch like some sort of bird of prey, practically hissing at him. You had obviously heard all the rumors from Jackson, most of which are probably true. Most. Not all of them are true though, however, he won't deny that he couldn't count the numbers of girls he's 'dated' on his fingers and toes combined.

"You know, I'm not all that bad. I'm not gonna just get you drunk and pull some cheap trick on you like some jock would." He slid his phone into his windbreaker pocket. "How about we compromise."

"Sounds sketchy," you reply without missing a beat.

"Now, now, hear me out. I can tell you don't like me much," you interrupted him with a sarcastic 'oh really' before he continued talking over you, "but I'm not so much as a horn dog as I am something willing to give someone something they want. I'm not into sex if it's not consensual, so don't worry about me making any moves on you." He spoke like he was being truthful, but you still weren't a hundred percent certain you could take his words at face value. He sighed, "look, if you go with me, we don't have to stay the whole time," he tacked on.

"We? Makes it sound like you're expected me to tail you all night."

"Not exactly, I will be hanging around you though. Jackson said parties aren't your scene, and I absolutely know that if you had the option, you'd be a wallflower all night." You squinted at him as you held your pinkie towards him. He looked at it with ticked brows then back to you. "And this is?"

"A pinkie finger," you answered.

"No shit genius, why are you sticking it in my face?"

"Oh please, it's like you don't know what a pinky promise is." You rolled your eyes. "I'll go to the stupid party if, and only if, you stick to your word and not abandon me to flounder on my own because I'm actually a big wimp and I will cry and I will cause a scene otherwise."

Jimin busted out laughing as he linked his pinky in yours. Extending your thumb, you pressed it against the pad of his own and 'locked' in the promise. Now he absolutely wasn't allowed to go back on his word. Or else you'd probably throw a knife set at him.

Jimin shooed you off as you walked to your room, swaying and moaning the entire way before you shut it behind you. So much for a boring, cozy night in. For once, maybe you'd see your roommate if you weren't out all night. You sighed as you sadly stripped out of your hoodie and shorts replacing them with skinny jeans with holey knees and a white shirt. Fixing your messy hair and tying it back with a stretched out hair tie, you slipped on your worn out flats and grabbed your phone from the nightstand.

It was nothing glamorous, and you expected other girls to probably be dressed more... openly to put it nicely. Though, you were only going because you were peer pressured into it, not to get laid and definitely not to get hit on. If anyone even came close to you with a stupid, drunk pick up line, you're most likely to panic and flee the scene like you committed murder.

You sighed as you looked into your mirror.

"Why am I a pushover to some jerk who hardly knows me?" Then, you gasped as you stomped your foot, finally registering that Jackson had blabbed to JImin about you. "That snake!! I'm taking away his drunk couch privileges indefinitely!" All while Jimin sat on the couch in the living room, laughing to himself as you screamed at nothing and shot Jackson a text that you were coming with him to the party.

To say Jackson's reply back was overbearing was an understatement. He acts like an idiot towards you, but the 'Don't you dare try anything with her, I swear to god,' text he received told him that the relationship you two have is more than just back and forth banter.

When Jimin's ears perked up at the sound of your door down the hall unlatching, he picked himself up off the couch and watched as you came back into the living room changed and much more party ready. He let out a loud whistle as you adjusted your shirt, tucking it in and letting the boy see just the smallest sliver of your stomach and if he was being honest, it was more attractive than he thought it would be.

You were teasing him and you weren't even aware of it. That was the most painful thing about you so far. He cupped his chin as he looked at you. Peeking up as you fumbled with getting your shirt just right, you caught him inspecting.

"What?" You bit.

"Something just seems, off? Something is missing from this look." He hummed as he walked around you. The shirt was fine, the jeans were aesthetically pleasing and the small choker you hooked around your neck was a touch of college that worked wonderfully with the outfit in question. He came back to your front as he scrunched his eyes and then shot them open with a snap and a small ah-ha moment. "I know! You need a jacket!"

"Why?"

"Because it's a staple in fashion to have a jacket with a look so simple. Your shirt and jeans combo with a flare of the choker is appealing, but a jacket always seals the deal! Or, if it's too hot than settle for a cardigan."

"What are you, a fashion guru?"

"No, but I do take a high deal of pride in my fashion sense." You rolled your eyes as you crossed your arms. Why white? It was almost too transparent, your stupid yellow star printed bra was just barely visible in the bright lights of the living room. Surely it'd be fine at the party, it'll be dark in the house, save for the random rave lights that Jin is bound to have. He goes all out when it's his party.

"And I assume you'll want this jacket to be black?" He nodded, it would be just wrong to have a white jacket over a white shirt. It would clash too much. "Too bad, I don't have one. I have a grey one?" He shook his head.

"Nope. Monochromatic is good, but not with this look. Black is the only option. Ah, you know what, I have something at my house I could lend you. It'd so perfect with you!" He smiled as he grabbed your wrist. "Come on, I live 10 minutes off campus. We've no time to waste!" He whined as he dragged you through the dorm and eventually out the door.

Soon, within the next hour, you found yourself climbing off of his motorcycle- that nearly frightened you to death with him as the driver- in his leather jacket outside a house too big to be real and almost envy-inducing.

The house was two stories and looked like a widened stock photo with how wide it was. All the window shades were open and lights of blues, reds, purples flickered in uneven patterns through them. The music was just bass boosted enough you could feel it in your feet when Jimin marched you both up the patio and through the door. It was like walking into a speaker the way your body met with all the heat, lights and loud music.

You couldn't hear yourself think as you weaved through people, behind their backs and gasping when you nearly ran into a couple more than ready to take their lip lock elsewhere. You shrunk in on yourself as you stumbled around before Jimin took your wrist again.

"Come on," he leaned closer to you and spoke loud enough you could hear him. Letting him drag you off somewhere, he quite rudely pushed people away and maneuvered through the crowds of drunk college kids. He was definitely used to this- the way he moved through the masses was a clear indication of that.

Soon he had pulled you into the kitchen where it was much less crowded than you figured it would be. You would think since all the liquid was stored here, it would be a madhouse, but only a few bodies stood around sipping from the typical red cup with rosey, drunken cheeks. The music had dulled back in the kitchen, so a conversation wasn't totally out of the question. You placed your hand on your chest and sighed at the room to actually breathe.

Jimin, beside you, chuckled as he rubbed your back between your shoulder blades.

"you really aren't cut out for tight spaces, doll." You glared at him.

"Oh, so you just now realize that you moron?" He only chuckled as he whipped out his phone and sent a text to someone. Just one text, as opposed to an hours earlier when he was texting anyone and everyone nonstop in sequence.

No soon was Jackson waltzing into the kitchen. JImin watched as you seemed to lighten up at the face of someone so familiar to you. Jackson sauntered out with a smile, nearly jogging at he bumped into your side with his own. Wearing a snapback and some jersey with a pair of old, acid washed jeans, he looked like a jock ripped straight out of some gross teen-movie.

His breath stunk of booze, but he was still partially sober. He could hold his alcohol better than you thought he could, to be honest. You pushed away his cheek that was far too close to your face to get the radiant smell of beer away from your nose.

"you're gross and smell, get away from me you sweaty-"

"Do not insult me when I know for a fact you're so ready to shit bricks."

You gaped at him as you smacked the back of his head, making him whine and wince as he rubbed it. Sure you were nervous being here, but you weren't that nervous. You crossed your arms as you pouted, Jimin once again finding a sense of adorableness between you and Jackson's interactions.

"I hate you," you muttered as Jackson feigned hurt. He dropped his act as he playfully slapped your ass, making you squeak before he turned to Jimin.

"How'd you get Straight-Lace-Y/n out of her room on a Friday my man? I gotta know, for future reference of course."

"You would never believe how easy she is to persuade if you say the right things." Jackson gasped.

"You didn't make some sketchy deal did you?!" You squawked as Jackson quickly pulled you against his chest, nearly knocking you over in his haste as he practically hissed as Jimin. "Don't be touching my little Y/n! She's way too young!" You whined.

"I'm only a few years younger than you!" Jimin didn't know how old you were exactly, but if you were younger than Jackson, you were around his age then? Jimin just shook his head as he slipped his thumbs through the front belt loops of his pants, leaning back just enough for it to almost be attractive. Almost.

"I won't disclose our agreement with someone who didn't witness it. Clients secrecy."

"Stop!" You grumbled. "That makes it seem so bad!" Jimin laughed as the three of you soon took to sticking in your little group and chatting. Jimin had finally got you to loosen up enough to at least have one cup of something to drink. Beer wasn't typically your thing, but after not being impressed with the rest of the liquor lineup, it wasn't so bad in comparison.

Eventually, you seemed to even start enjoying yourself. Playfully quipping at anything Jackson or Jimin had to say and even smiling or laughing at some dumbass joke that came out of one of their mouths. Jimin laid off the alcohol for the most part, as he was your ride home and he may be wild, but drunk driving is definitely not his main game.

Soon, Jackson abandoned ship and Jimin had begun to wander around and meet of people he knew, all while you remain attached at his side with his hand over yours. True to his word, he never once left you on your own the whole night and when Jimin finally suggested you go back to your dorm it was well past midnight. You didn't want to stay out this late, but you weren't particularly fussed about it either.

Weaving back around passed out drunks, far too attached couples and still dancing troopers, Jimin and you ended up back outside and across the lawn to his motorcycle where it had sat parked all night.

As he placed his helmet on his head and climbed on, you followed he flipped up his visor to look at you.

"It wasn't so bad, now was it?" His muffled voice asked. You rolled your eyes, hating to admit that anything Park Jimin did for you was actually enjoyable unlike you previously thought.

"It wasn't awful, but don't expect this to happen a second time, Park." After dropping you off and making sure you got into your room safe and sound at ten after 1AM, he drove back home. He lived in an apartment off campus, well off enough to afford it before he needed to get back into the part-time job department of life.

Stripping free of his party clothes and swapping them out for sweats and a thin, stretched out grey shirt, he flopped onto his bed. Realizing two things. One, you still had his leather jacket and two, he hadn't stopped smiling since you wrapped your arms around his waist on the way back to your home.

You were rudely awoken the next morning at 10AM with your phone that blared for the 4th time beside your head. Groaning, you grabbed the stupid piece of screaming plastic that continued to ring and finally looked at the screen. Though it was sunny outside, your blackout curtains in your room made sure to keep that pesky sunlight out, so the screen brightness did little to no good on your retinas.

Unknown Calling…

You squinted at your screen. Who was calling you? Sighing, as soon as the call dropped for the 4th time, you noticed that the same number had been the same one to call previously. Rolling lazily onto your chest, your blankets tangling around your legs as your you felt your hair tangled around your neck and around your ears. You stared at the black screen of your phone, as you were testing a hypothesis. True to your suspicious, the screen lit up as your ringtone blasted for the 5th time.

Answering it seemed to be your only option at this point. Five back to back calls was way too excessive to be some random coincidence. Swiping to answer it, you pushed your hair out of the way and placed your phone by your ear.

“Hello?” You answered the best you could with sleep still thick in your voice.

“Your sleep schedule is awful. It’s been like, what? Nine hours and your ass in still in bed?” You groaned as you flopped onto your back.

“How did you get my number, Jimin?”

“Take a wild guess?” He teased. Obviously, it was Jackson. You muttered a ‘snake’ under your breath as Jimin chuckled into the line. “Get up, we’re going out.” You blinked at your dark ceiling.

“And if I said no?”

“Then I’ll come bang on your dorm door again. I’m already sitting outside the campus dorms. It’s not too long of a trip up the stairs Y/n.” You groaned again knowing full well that Jimin absolutely meant it. “No?”

“Fine, give me like 15 minutes.”

“15?!”

“Don’t push me,” you cut as you hung up on him. Tossing your phone aside, you crawled out of bed with a whine as you wobbled around your room, trying to wake up enough to wash your face before getting dressed.

Jimin stood at the curb of the dormitory, leaning against a light pole. He watched as you cut the call off and your number faded from his phone screen. Shaking his head, he pocketed his phone as he took a breath out. Part of him was wondering what he was doing?

He could’ve made other plans today, but he didn’t. Rather, he didn’t want to. He fell asleep with you on the brain and woke up the same exact way. After texting Jackson all morning, trying to pry information out of him and successfully doing so with the promise of a week’s worth of lunch on him, he finally got your number out of him too. So, the calling began.

He was rather shocked it only took 5 calls to wake you up. He laughed to himself as he plucked his phone from his pocket and sent you a text before you came down.

Jimin: Bring my jacket back, I miss it. :((

He laughed out loud when you shot back nothing but the middle finger emoji. What a highschooler move. It was chilly out today. The clouds kept hiding the sun as they rolled under the light, only letting brief spots of warmth out at a time. A small breeze was in the air as Spring had just begun with the promise of rain in the afternoon no doubt.

His blue jeans and hot pink hoodie stood out, yes, but he was proud of that fact. His hair free of a cap lifted with each small gust of wind. It was exactly 17 minutes when he saw you walking out of the dormitory, a red flannel purse on your hip. His jacket on your shoulders with a black shirt with the picture of a cat on the breast pocket and a pair of blue shorts. Your hair was down, without anything covering or added to it.

Part of him didn’t want the jacket back now.

When you got to him, the first thing you did was greet him with a harsh stomp on his foot with your shoes. He whined as his thin converses did nothing to guard his foot against your heel.

“What was that for?!”

“Calling me five times and then proceeding to force me out of my dorm on a Saturday!” You argued as you huffed and crossed your arms. “As punishment for stealing my lazy day, I’m keeping your jacket until I return home.” He grinned, he wasn’t totally against that.

“Have it your way,” he was easy to give him.

“What did you want anyway?” He stood back up and swayed to your side.

“A week.”

“Pardon?”

“A little birdie told me that you can’t believe I can go a week with one person. So, I’d be honored if you took me up on the challenge to so spitefully requested of me.” You shivered in mock disgusted. “Hey!”

“Calm down, Queenie,” you teased with a grin of your own. “I actually meant that towards all your flings, but sure. If you think you can handle a week of me arguing leaving my room, by all means, give it a whirl.” Jimin looked at you with questions in his eyes. “What now?”

“You gave in waaay too easy, Y/n.”

“Yeah, well if I declined, I have a suspicion you’d whine to Jackson, who in turn would whine to me and I’m not really up for any more of that than I have to deal with on the daily.” He smiled as he pushed playfully on your shoulder, making you smile again.

“Look at you! Already guessing and knowing my habits. We’re basically best friends already!”

“Don’t let Jackson hear you. That will also result in whining.”

“Duly noted.”

Soon, Jimin had started walking around in random locations towards the city. Something about wanting to window shop and making you come along with him. You watched when he pulled out a Zippo lighter with a small, nearly empty pack of cigarettes directly off campus. You rose your brow when you asked him about it. He was a smoker, but he was in the middle of trying to quit. He had slowed down from a pack in two days to only a few smokes in that time. He wanted to pace himself until he cut them off completely. Ht told you once this pack was done, he would try not to buy any more.

You then started offering him solutions to cravings. Candies or small habits were a good way to get the urge to smoke off the brain. Or, if he absolutely found himself not able to quit, e-cigarettes surely weren’t so bad. Expensive, but not an awful half solution. He took your suggestions to heart, not actually expecting you to take that topic and run with it.

He had snuffed out the bud when you both got closer to the shopping strip of stores after stores with a cafe on nearly every corner. It was always busy during the weekend, and Jimin had a feeling you didn’t get to shop often. The way you seemed to light up and become more bouncy at the idea of maybe actually getting something for yourself today was proof of that.

You both went to store after store with enough coffee breaks to power an engine. Eventually, Jimin had walked into some indie store, more than curious about the odd patterns he saw in the display window. You trailed after him, winding through aisles and stopped when you saw a small charm necklace.

The necklace itself wasn’t the best and the chain was weak enough that if you pulled just a bit too hard or it snagged in anything it would surely break. But, it wasn’t that which intrigued you. It was the pendant itself.

It was a small dandelion. It’s small, metal puffs pushing out in the circle as it if you blew just hard enough the puffs would scatter. Jimin stopped when he noticed you weren’t tailing him anymore, turning to see you bent over and looking at it. He backtracked to stand at your side, hands in his pockets as he observed it with you.

“You like this?”

You nodded. “I do. Dandelions are my favorite flower. I don’t really like when they bloom into the yellow ones, Jackson used to pluck those and smear it’s pollen all over my arms when we met. I do like the wish ones those.”

“Wish ones?”

“Yeah, the ones you make a wish on. If you find one like this,” you poked at the necklace, “and you make a wish, you have to blow as hard as you can. If you manage to get all the seeds to blow off, then your wish is supposed to come true.” You chuckled at yourself. “It’s all fairy tale sounding, but you can’t deny its got its romantic side.”

“Huh, who knew an everyday weed is so meaningful to other people.” You stood up as you huffed.

“I’ve seen moms get mad at their kids for pulling dandelions and giving them to them as gifts. They’re not weeds, so just accept them!” You pouted as Jimin laughed. You spun on your heel as you trotted off, Jimin watching your back as you disappeared behind some racks of clothing. He rolled his eyes at your dramatic march off as he stood up and followed you, not before grabbing the necklace though. 5$ isn’t too much to spend.

After he secretly purchased the necklace, he placed the small pouch it was in promptly into your purse when the two of you were at yet another cafe while you were in the bathroom. Apparently, this specific cafe stop was for you to pee, as you had decided that a whole soliloquy about how your bladder was about to burst was absolutely necessary. It wasn’t. When you returned, all you did two was chat like old friends who knew each other since you were in diapers.

Jimin wasn’t nearly as awful as you thought, and part of you felt guilty for judging him so quickly. Sure, his reputation was a bit black, but the boy himself was a sweetheart, and you made sure to offer him an apology and a chocolate chip muffin as compensation for your rotten attitude.

Day by day went on and as classes rolled on, Jimin would walk you to and from class, pick you up from your dorm and drop you off and even bring you lunchtime coffee just because you couldn’t say no to something he already paid for.

Eventually, the dawn of day 6 in the week broke and Jimin had called up Jackson. Telling you that he had something planned to do and that he would see you tomorrow. He had grown so used to hanging around you, a stab of pain hit him when you replied back to him with an ‘ok :(‘. You were far too cute he reasoned as he put the back of his hand against his mouth as you added on a ‘you owe me, Park >:(‘ to your message.

Jimin: I owe you? For what spoilt brat

You: For leaving me alone to drown in boredom. How dare you??

Jimin: It was literally just last week you were biting my head off for dragging you out of your room. Now your complaining that I have something to do without you? My my my, how they grow up so fast. Bless

You: Choke and die. I’m going to take a nap

Jimin: It’s 8AM don’t sleep and mess up your schedule!

You: YOU CAN’T CONTROL ME PARK

Jimin: Y/N!

You: JIMIN!

Jimin: Stay. Awake.

You: …

You: Fine. Guess I’ll play Overwatch by myself

Jimin: Ew, who plays Overwatch?

You: yOU-

H laughed when you stopped replying. Whether or not you actually started playing or went back to sleep was a mystery to him as he walked out of his apartment to meet with Jackson. Jimin wanted to ask him a few things before the end of the week came. He also had a few woes to lay on your best friend's shoulders.

A game of basketball was what Jimin had planned for the day with Jackson. Going to the public gym and meeting Jackson with sports gear and a basketball in hand, the man-to-man day would begin.

Jimin, walking onto the courts with his sports shorts and tank top watched as Jackson lazily threw baskets in a jersey and sweats. Dribbling the ball, he passed it to the smaller man who met him on the court. Jimin, dribbling it around and getting a feel for it watched as Jackson crossed his arm before he stretched.

“Really, Jimin? Basketball?” Jimin rolled his eyes.

“Listen, I have a friend who aces in basketball, so shut up.” It started with the boy just taking turns shooting before a small match of one on one began. Squeaking shoes on the floor with heavy breaths filled the nearly empty Thursday noon-time gym. Lay-ups were shot left and right, 3-pointers and of course, the ever dreaded airball followed by laughing at the lame excuse of a shot all came with the game. Soon, the two men were sat on the far wall, sweat covered and drinking out of water bottles purchased from the vending machine outside the doors.

“Now that the exercise part of the day is done, what is it you wanted?” Jackson asked. Turning towards Jimin taking a drink of water as Jimin craned his head up at the dim lights that definitely were going to go out soon.

“I think I have a crush on Y/n,” Jimin yelped when Jackson spit out his water on Jimin’s lap. “Thanks for the shower, jackass!” Jackson coughed as he wiped at his chin while Jimin shook his shorts and his arms disgusted.

“I can totally help you confess!” Jimin looked at his friend. “I’ve got this whole scene I’ve been cooking up for her lucky future boyfriend since like freshman year. I’d spent a lot of time on this, and you- my lucky man- are gonna be the one to do it!”

“You’re okay with it?” Jimin asked, his voice skyrocketing as he barely spoke in a whisper. Jackson only shrugged as he put his back against the wall again and took a more steady drink since his last attempt ended covering Jimin.

“Yeah, why not? Sure, you were a sleazy a week ago-”

“Hey!”

“-But, it seems like you get along with Y/n. And she’s not just gonna snub you once the weekends because that’s what you said in the beginning.”

“She told you about that?” That was true, Jimin had only planned on staying with you a week, but now he wanted an extended date. Permanently if he had the option.

“Of course she did dude. Look, so long as she doesn’t call me up one day bawling because you did something to her, I have no reason to knock your lights out.” Jimin shuttered. He wasn’t unfamiliar with the strength Jackson possessed. He didn’t fight often, normally pretty laid back and easy going, but he’s heard rumors. All focus solely around you and how you were picked on freshman year of college. He got suspended for 2 weeks, but you weren’t picked on anymore.

Jimin looked at his lap as he moved and stuck out his pinky. He remembered the party night and how serious you were about a small pinky promise. Then, that thought somehow shifted to how you seemed to take dandelions seriously. Jimin sighed as he turned back to Jackson, sitting cross-legged and at the utmost attention.

“Alright, tell me what I’m gonna do about this.” A grin broke out on Jackson’s face as he clapped Jimin on the shoulder.

“Buckle in, Park. This is gonna be one romantic fuckin’ ride.”

It was Friday as you sat in the library, reading and rereading the same paragraph in your textbook. It was like your brain wasn’t registering the words, no matter how many times to read them over and over again. You’d get halfway through, realize you clocked out only to repeat the process. You sighed as you slammed your head into the books fold and someone slid into the seat next to you.

They rubbed your neck as you whined at your lame attempt at actually studying. Turning your head and blowing your hair out of your face just enough to see who sat next to you, you weren’t entirely shocked to see Jimin. In his comfortable college dressed glory and his leather jacket, you had finally returned to him. His arm propped on the table as his palm held his chin. He was smiling, probably laughing at your obvious lack of concentration.

“Howdy, bookworm.” You rolled your eyes at him as you planted your face back into the book that smelt far too old to be a 2018 edition of World History. He chuckled again at you. “You know, you can always ditch the books?”

“I’m so close to almost not having a B in this class it’s laughable. I’ve never gone below that!” You whined, quietly of course as the librarian was a soundhound when it came to any loud noise ever. She’s search out the source of the sound like a dog and quickly take to eliminate it. You’ve been kicked out more than once in your attempts to studying turned to whines.

Jimin rolled his eyes. Ever the drama queen. His hand moved from your neck to treading through your hair and massaging your scalp.

“Let me rephrase,” he stopped and started again. “How about you stop for the day, hang out with me and then maybe I’ll help you study later.” You sat up briefly, his hand remaining on the back of your head as you looked at him like a puppy dog would when offered treats.

“Can we get snacks?” You pouted and Jimin smiled enough his eyes began to close. Patting your head, he nodded.

“Yes, we can get snacks, you big baby.” You smiled as you sprung up and slammed your book shut, wincing on how loud the action was before you shoved it in your bag. Jimin stole your bag before you could pick it up yourself and you pouted when he refused to give it to you. “Let me be a gentleman, Y/n.”

“You? A gentleman? Like you? As in Park Jimin who smokes and drinks?”

“I’m trying to stop smoking, you know that.”

You nodded, pointing a finger at him. “Ah, yes, good point. I revoke that accusation then.” He just pulled up on his lips as he grabbed your hand and dragged you out of the library, stopping by your locker to ditch your bag inside it and then dragged you to a small convenience store to stock up on the snacks of your choosing.

However, you felt a bit bad when Jimin snatched your wallet from you when you went to grab your card and handed the cashier his instead. You stomped and whined, but he was adamant that the bill was his to foot. You guilt was short lived when he placed the plastic bag of snacks in your arms though so you could offer him one of your marshmallowy-goodness cereal bars. His payment for footing the payment.

Jimin gladly accepted this.

He convinced you to come back to his home so he could get out his bike, as he had told you he wanted to take you somewhere. Not sure where he was going, you were half sure he was gonna take you someone and murder you with how sappy he’s been all afternoon, but also half as sure that he wouldn’t. With a laugh and a promise to not kill you from his mouth, you decided to trust him.

“If you do kill me though, I’m so haunting you so think wisely,” you warned as you climbed onto his bike, your bag of snacks in a holding compartment under the seat as you sat behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist.

You always just held onto his shirt, to offer him as much space as you could as you literally clung to him not to fly off while he zooms down the road. Though, before he even kicked up the stand, he pulled your hands from his shirt and tucked you close to his back. He made you clasp your hands together at his stomach, saying it was ‘safe’ though he’s never said that before.

Taking a breath to cool down your heated face, you could see his stupid smile in his eyes as he flicked down the visor on his helmet and kicked up the stand before revving away.

He took you down some country roads before an hour passed and he stopped when he was at an open field with a small farmhouse not too far off in the distance. The cattle were off in a group as you could see their small black and white bodies look like ants from how far they were from the two of you.

“Are you sure we can be here?” you questioned when Jimin took off his helmet and ran his hand through his hair. You hated when he did that, how dare he do that multiple times over and not be aware of it or his attractiveness skyrocket when he does. Damn frat boy.

“Yeah. I got a friend of a friend’s permission to be here. It’s all cool. We’re not trespassing so come on.” You swung your leg back over the motorcycle before Jimin linked his arm with yours and began to walk off, setting his helmet on his bike seat and not forgetting to grab your snacks either.

The two of you just walked around. Treading through the grass and making sure not to step on any flowers of innocent bees doing their hard work of collecting pollen. Though, Jimin did wave and scare off a wasp once or twice. Which was dumb because that only resulted in the bug buzzing angrily after the two of you before it gave up.

Eventually, you both came to a grove of trees. They were tall and proud. You had no doubt they had taken years upon years to grow up to this level of brilliance. It was just the right time in spring in flowers flew from the treetops and the green returned to the leaves. The wind that knocked the flower petals around was like a cinematic effect.

Jimin was quick to plonk himself down at the base of one of the trees, sitting cross-legged while unloading your snacks. Bags of chips, plastic bins of cookies, small individual wraps of brownies and of course some soda to tied you two over while you feasted. Definitely not healthy, but oh so worth it.

The two of you sat under the tree as ate while you talked more. It was strange that Jimin and you never ran out of things to talk about. Any quiet gap between the conversation was quickly filled because all you two were doing was chalking up more conversations to have. It was comfortable and the air around it made it seem like Jimin enjoyed it more than you did.

“Oh! I forgot, Jackson told me that you have a tattoo!” Jimin ticked his brow up at two things. Yes, he did, but how did Jackson know that? Then he remembered just who Jackson Wang was: Gossip Farm Member No.1. “How dare keep secrets in this relationship. I demand a refund of time and lies.” Jimin shoved at your shoulder as he shrugged off his leather jacket, leaving him in a navy shirt.

“How about I show you and we can forget all about that refund?”

“If you whip your dick out and show me some weird cockring tattoo, please forget it.” He laughed, nearly falling onto your lap as you braced his back. “I’m serious!” You cried in your own laughter. He shook his head, putting the back of his hand against his face and looking at the sky through the tree’s leaves.

“I cannot believe you sometimes.” He swung his jacket around your shoulders. “It’s on my rib cage, so hold my jacket for me. I don’t want to get it all grassy.” You’d complain, but you did have a soft spot for this jacket. So, you slipped your arms through the sleeves and huffed in peace as the jacket warmed you up from Jimin’s body previous being in it.

Jimin slipped one of his arms back through the short sleeve of his shirt as it appeared under the bottom of it and pushed it up to reveal his torso. The sharp, black ink of NEVERMIND engraved on his ribs. You awed at it. It was something you wouldn’t expect to be on Jimin, yet the idea and the look of it suited him so well it was almost painful.

“Honestly, if you keep springing these attractive attributes on me I’m going to cry.” Jimin rolled his eyes as he- instead of putting it back on- removed his shirt altogether. Showing you his back where a spade tattooed lay between his shoulders. “Another one?!” He chuckled.

“You said not to spring it on you,” he slyly remarked as he watched your face heat up. “What, too attractive? Come to think, did you back-handedly compliment me a moment ago?”

“No. Shut your trap you stupid college frat.”

“You’re very good at sending compliments like insults.”

“Ugh, fine! You’re attractive- is your ego gloated enough now?” He smirked as he took his shirt and threw it around your neck, dragging you closer to him. Your breath caught when he bumped his nose against your, scanning your face like a computer would a test sheet to make sure a No. 2 leaded pencil was used.

“It’s can be inflated a bit more, truth be told.” He watched your eyes switch between his own. “Remember what you told me about dandelions? How they make wishes come true?” You nodded. “Good,” he breathed before he kissed you. He eased his shirt from around your neck when you didn’t fight or push him away. He pushed down on you, pushing you further against the trunk of the tree as the sun made the shadows of the leaves dance.

It was like the shimmering of the sea on your skin as he cracked open his eyes when he pulled away from you just long enough for you to grip the back of his head, entangling your fingers in his hair and pull him straight back. He wasn’t complaining, smiling as the kiss became fervent.

He didn’t know how long he spent hunched over you in an intense lip lock, and frankly, he didn’t really care either. Though, there is one thing from the Park Jimin a week ago that wasn’t snuffed out. The playboy heartbreaker surely died, as you killed him within less than a week. However, his tolerance and patience when it came to things that looked to become more heated than not, was still at an all-time low.

He whined as he forced himself away from you, watching as your kiss-swollen lips breathed harsh air out in gasps and your face was as red as the blood rushing to them. He chuckled as he kissed the tip of your nose and from previous knowledge of seeing it earlier, moved back from you and plucked a dandelion that sat behind him at the base of the tree trunk.

Jimin turned to you and held it in front of your face before he smiled and blew on it. All the seeds scattering onto your face and into your hair as it left the stem bare. You blew out your lips, trying to make sure no seeds were unsightly inhaled at his assault.

He laughed again. “Wanna know what I wished for?”

You plucked seed after white seed out of your hair before you looked up at him as he tossed the stem over his shoulder. “You can’t tell. That’s literally rule number 1 of wish making. Telling someone the wish makes it void and it can’t come true!” You pouted. “Though, I am curious.”

He smiled as he moved and pinched your side. He kept pinching you until you got to your knees before he grabbed your waist and dragged you over to him. You walking clumsily on your knees found yourself sat forcefully on Jimin’s thighs as he intertwined his fingers behind your back.

He pouted cutely at you as his blond hair was like that of the sun.

“I wished you would kiss me again.”

“You’re awfully cocky,” you replied with that same crimson on your face.

“I didn’t hear a no?”

“You didn’t, because you know damn well I’m not gonna say no!”

“It’s not nice to yell at your boyfriend who bought you snacks and only wants a kiss or two.”

“You’re actually the worst.”

“Kiss me!”

“Why should I?” You teased as he pushed his knees up, making you fall closer to his chest.

“The dandelion said so,” so he laughed and kissed you again for certainly not the last time.

-END-

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Here’s my Secret Santa gift for scarytinyturtlebutt! I submitted it to her yesterday, but for some reason it wouldn’t link to @undertalesecretsanta This is me linking it again, so hopefully it works :)

“What do you guys usually eat for Christmas?” you asked Sans as you grabbed a can off the grocery shelf.

“well,” he chuckled, “this is our first christmas, so technically nothing.”

“Oh, right.” Monsters had only been on the surface for two years. Sans had explained they hadn’t yet tried or integrated many human traditions into their own yet, even though some of theirs were very similar. “Then what do you usually eat for Gyftmas?”

“whatever paps wants,” he shrugged, moving to stand on the bottom rack of the cart, leaning his torso over the handle. “it’s different every time.”

“Like what? I need specifics.” You walked further down the isle, pulling both cart and lazy bones with you.

“one time we had a pancake and hot chocolate bar, another time we had oatmeal with those little dinosaur eggs…”

“I sense a theme here,” you said, raising an amused eyebrow.

“heh, yeah. paps says it’s the only time of the year that breakfast for dinner is okay.”

“Hmm,” you mused as you scanned the shelves for anything else you might want. You and Sans hadn’t come prepared with a list, planning to figure it out as you went. Not seeing anything in this section, you pulled the cart onward. “Maybe we’ll have to add some kind of breakfast food to our feast then. Any suggestions?”

Sans thought for a moment. “what other foods are ya making?”

You started listing them off on your fingers. “Turkey, stuffing, rolls, mashed potatoes. A few other things I haven’t decided.”

“savory stuff, huh? maybe a quiche, then? papyrus likes those.”

“Ooh, perfect!” Your eyes lit up. “I know a great recipe.”

“goes good with ketchup, too.” He flashed a mischievous grin as he leaned off the moving cart to snag a giant bottle of the stuff.

You rolled your eyes good-naturedly. “You’re buying that separate. I refuse to pay for your unholy addiction.”

“i can quit anytime.”

“Yeah right,” you snorted. “Right after I quit my sleeping addiction.”

“hey, papyrus quit his.” He winked. “anything is possible.”

You stopped walking to grab a few spices. Then you looked him straight in the eyelights, deadpan expression. “Monkey-walrus hybrids wearing nothing but potato skins and living on the sun in cotton huts.”

His browbone contorted in deep confusion. “what the hell did you just say to me?”

“Not everything is possible.” You gave him the widest, shit-eating grin you could.

“i think you need to get checked out,” he smirked back.

“Okay. Right after you get your addiction checked out.”

“maybe we should just check out of this store.”

“As soon as I check out this sale over here.”

“in the meantime, i’ll be checking you out.”

“Ooookay. Time to check out of this conversation.”

“does that mean i win? checkmate.”

“I’m legit done with this now,” you laughed. “No more!”

“sue me. i’ll write a check.”

“Noooo! Sans!” You started walking away.

He followed with the cart. “check. chhheck. check. hm. sounds weird now.”

“Why did I ever agree to date you?” you huffed.

“ditto, ms. monkey-walrus hybrid,” he grinned, an amorous sparkle in his eye.

Unable to hide your own smile, you shook your head and replied, “Let’s just go pick out a turkey, bonehead.”

~~~~~~~~~~

The next day was Christmas Eve. You headed over to the skeleton brothers’ house in the late morning to start working on dinner. Usually your big feast was on Christmas itself, but the monster queen Toriel was hosting a huge party that day and you’d all been invited. Since Sans and Papyrus had never had an authentic human Christmas before, you decided it was your duty this year to make sure they did. This was one of the best times of the year, after all. It would be a crime not to experience it in full.

Papyrus answered the door, as per usual.

“MERRY CHRISTMAS EVE, HUMAN!!” he shouted.

“Merry Christmas Eve, Papyrus,” you nodded as you stepped over the threshold.

“I CAN’T WAIT TO START THE FEAST PREPARATIONS!! THIS IS GOING TO BE SO INTERESTING!” he said as he followed you into the kitchen.

“Haha, yes,” you smiled, eyeing him a little nervously as he began to pull out the ingredients you’d bought the day before. “Just remember that I’m the Master Chef today, young Padawan.”

He paused a moment to shoot you a confused glance. “OH, THAT’S THE WARRING STARS REFERENCE… YES!! I WILL DO EXACTLY AS YOU INSTRUCT!”

“Good,” you chuckled. “First we should start on the pies.”

“this looks like a pie-ne time to join,” said Sans, peeking around the corner.

“Oh, hey! You want to help, too?” you asked hopefully.

“nope,” he grinned, taking a seat on one of the counter stools. “by join i meant watch.”

“And nap on all of our counter space,” you said wryly.

The day went by rather quickly with all the cooking and baking. All the previous cooking lessons you’d given Papyrus had paid off, evidenced by the minimal burnt dishes. Sans had been a bit of a butt, hiding things you were using when your back was turned (you suspect he’d been bored). But all in all, everything had turned out just fine.

After the table was set, you all sat down together to eat.

“so, uh,” sans started, “is there something we say before we eat?”

You paused in the middle of lifting a knife. “Like what?”

“i dunno, like ‘merry christmas, let’s eat?’” He shrugged.

“You said it then. Let’s eat!”

“AGREED!!” Papyrus chimed in.

Just as you were about to carve yourself some turkey, a flash of white zipped across the table, grabbing the bird by it’s leg and dragging it just as quickly over the other dishes. Bowls were tipped and flipped, splattering food and juices across the tablecloth.

“STOP THAT DOG!!” Papyrus leapt onto the table in pursuit, only creating a larger mess.

It all happened so quickly that you barely had time to register. You just stared as a glob of mashed potatoes smacking onto the front of your shirt. Turning to Sans, you saw his grin tighten as he leaned to rest his forehead on the table. The sounds of an angry Papyrus started to fade out through the front door.

“What the—why was—who let—the food—friggin’…” Your strained mutterings trailed off in an exasperated whine. You could feel hot tears begin to form as you took in the sight before you. “All of our hard work…”

“i’m sorry y/n,” Sans said, placing a hand on your back.

“What’re we going to do now?” Your voice shook, and you turned to look at him. When you saw his face, your eyes went wide.

“what?” he said, feigning innocence. “my bones felt a little dry. thought they could use some moisturizing.” His cheekbones were coated in a nice layer of gravy that was slowly dripping down his jaw.

The ridiculousness of it, paired with the ridiculousness of this whole ordeal… you really wanted to cry, but you couldn’t help the hysterical laughter that erupted from your mouth. Your doubled over in your chair, mirthful tears replacing sad ones. You heard Sans emitting similar levitous sounds next to you. This totally sucked, but it was going to be alright.

When Papyrus came back empty-handed a few minutes later, you two were still cracking up.

“WHAT IS SO FUNNY?” he asked, visibly fuming. “THAT DOG’S ENJOYING OUR FOOD SOMEWHERE, AND HE DOESN’T EVEN PAY RENT!!”

“It’s okay, Papyrus,” you managed to say while catching your breath. “We can figure something else out.”

“BUT ALL OF OUR KITCHENING HAS BEEN WASTED!”

“’kitchening?’” Sans smirked.

“YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN!”

“Hey, I think the quiche is still salvageable,” you said, pointing to a round dish off in the corner of the table. There was a small paw print decorating the center of its golden-brown top.

“well that’s a pawsitive,” Sans snickered.

“EUGH! YOU’RE GOING TO EAT IT WHEN IT HAS THAT GLUTTONOUS BEAST’S FOOT COOTIES?!?”

“Sure, we’ll just cut around it,” you replied, not sounding too confident after his description.

“more protein,” added Sans.

“SANS, DON’T BE GROSS!”

You all ended up eating the quiche, which Papyrus complimented liberally despite his initial aversion, and supplemented your meager meal with the extra rolls that hadn’t made their way out of the kitchen yet. It wasn’t the traditional feast you’d planned, but it was at least memorable.

After the mess was cleaned up, you all changed into cozy pajamas and cuddled on the couch to watch “A Christmas Story.”

“HMM,” Papyrus mused after one part. “IF THAT’S HOW THE HUMAN SANTA TREATS CHILDREN, I’M NOT SURE I WANT TO RECEIVE GIFTS FROM HIM…”

“That’s just a mall Santa, Paps,” you said behind a yawn. “The real Santa’s nicer. Right, Sans?”

But Sans was fast asleep against your shoulder. That was too bad. You thought he’d get a kick out of this movie, but now he was going to miss the best parts. With the long day you’d had, it wasn’t long before you, too, were dozing off.

~~~~~~~~~~

You awoke to the television turned off and blanket stretched over you. A warm skeleton was snoring as he cuddled you from behind. Looking about, Papyrus was nowhere to be found.

“Sans,” you whispered.

No reply.

“Sans, hey! We’ve gotta put out the presents.”

There was stirring, and then, “five more minutes, mom.”

You practically leapt off the couch, facing him with a frown. “What?”

He chuckled at your reaction and proceeded to stretch and yawn. “i’ll go get the stash then.”

The “stash” was hidden in Sans’s closet, probably the one place his brother wouldn’t dare go.

While you waited, you took a moment to admire their Christmas tree. Colorful lights twinkled off glittery ornaments, casting a soft, festive glow into the room. You remembered helping to decorate it a few weeks ago. Papyrus hung most of the ones up high since he could reach, and Sans… had mostly watched. He opted to coordinate which ornaments went where so no two of the same were too close to each other. His opinion wasn’t much called upon. Silly goof. You smiled fondly at the memory.

Sans appeared next to you holding a large, bulky trash bag.

“sansta claus reporting for duty,” he said.

“Pffft, dork,” you snorted, reaching inside the bag to grab a present.

“mmm, you shouldn’t call sansta that.”

“I do what I want,” you giggled, placing the present under the tree.

“that’s naughty, and you know what naughty children get.” He wiggled his browbones.

“Why, Sansta!” You feigned shock. “First you call me ‘mom’ and then you flirt with me? I think you’re the naughty one.”

Caught off guard, he struggled to keep his laughter at a low volume. “ya got me there. but seriously—” he pulled a small package out of his jacket pocket—"this is for you.”

You looked at the carefully wrapped box in front of you. “I can’t open that, silly,” you said. “It’s not Christmas yet.”

“that clock says it is.” He nodded to the timepiece on the wall, which read “3:07.”

You smiled wryly. “Alright, fine.” Taking the little box, you gave it a gentle shake. “It’s the key to a new Lamborghini!”

“ha! nope.”

“Oh, sorry. A yacht.”

“how could i have fit a whole yacht in there?”

“The key to one, geez,” you smiled, giving his shoulder a nudge.

“just open it,” he chuckled.

You carefully peeled back the paper so as not to rip it, and then neatly folded it up. “That’s quality paper. Gotta save it for later.”

He rolled his eyelights at you good-naturedly.

Lifting the lid to the box, you saw a smooth, black heart attached to a silver chain.

“Is this coal?” you asked, eyes widening. “Woah.” You pulled it out and held it up to get a better look.

“kinda. it’s called jet. it’s supposed to have useful properties.”

“Wow, thank you, Sans,” you said, admiring the pendant. He remembered you were into that kind of stuff. “That’s really thoughtful.”

“here, lemme put it on for ya,” he said, turning you around. Taking the necklace, he moved your hair to one side and clasped it around your neck. He turned you back around. “there. beautiful.”

You beamed up at him. “I have a present I want you to open now, too.” You shuffled around in the bag a minute before finding it. “I think Papyrus might be a little… disappointed with me if he saw it.”

Sans raised a browbone and proceeded to unwrap the package. “ha! i thought ya said you didn’t want to support my addiction.” He held up a ketchup dispenser in the shape of a gun, smiling widely.

“Yeah, well, I figured it’d be more amusing to watch you drink it this way,” you said.

“heheh! yeah, i bet it will be!” He examined his gift once more. “and you’re probably right about my bro. you’d never hear the end if he knew you gave it to me.”

“Speaking of,” you said, “we should finish putting out these presents before he wakes up. He’s such an early bird.”

He nodded, then stepped closer to wrap you in an embrace. “merry christmas, y/n.” He pressed his teeth to your hair.

You stood there a moment, enjoying the warm and intimacy of the moment. “Merry Christmas, Sans.”

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Here’s a link to the ketchup gun if you were curious: https://laughingsquid.com/condiment-gun-shoots-out-ketchup-and-mustard/

#undertale #sans/reader #undertale secret santa #short story #cute and cuddly

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scarytinyturtlebutt · 7 years ago

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Merry (late) Christmas from your Secret Santa!!! I hope this short story is alright! Let me know whatcha think! :D

This is for the @undertalesecretsanta event

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