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welovekpopscenarios · 7 years ago

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Coincidence (Jimin x Reader)

Admin: Mimi

Prompt/Ask: Hi could you do a jimin fanfic or something?? Where she has a one night stands with jimin and has feelings for him and in the morning she realise he is her new teacher. Xxxxx

Fandom: BTS

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Warnings: language, sex, drinking

Word Count: 4275 (woops)

Authors Note: Some smut for Jimin (my first bias before Jungkook snatched me lmao). I hope you enjoy it and that it was as good as you asked for! I got a bit carried away lol, but I hope you like it nonetheless. Let me know if there are errors, feedback is appreciated, and happy reading! ^^

- PART 2 -

- PART 3 -

- BONUS -

You shouldn’t be here. You’re a diligent student, and just because it was spring break, that did not mean you intended on breaking your nightly routines to go out to a bar with your friend when college started again the very next day. Plus, if the rumours were true and your lecturer finally went on maternity leave, you had a new professor in class. And appearing hungover, late, or otherwise disorderly was not how you wanted to make your first impression.

Like you said, you were a diligent student.

But your friends weren’t having it.

“Come on, Y/N! You’ve been stuck inside studying since spring break started! What’s the harm in letting loose?” your friend asked you, desperation in her eyes, hoping you’ll finally come out to a bar with her.

“I happen to enjoy studying, thank you!” you retort, although you know deep down that’s not true. Not necessarily. You just…you’ve always been apprehensive about going out, not enjoying the crowds or the mess of drunken idiots, preferring to stay in the comfort of your apartment by yourself, not feeling lonely and miserable about being slightly anti-social.

Definitely not.

Your friend gave a scoff bordering on disbelief and outrage, and rolled her eyes.

“Sure. Whatever you say, Y/N. But one night won’t ruin your studies,” she elaborated, and took hold of your hands, getting down on her knees, resorting to begging you and guilt flooded you.

“Please, please, Y/N. Just this once! I’ll do your makeup and hair and give you clothes to wear! It’s just this once, and if you don’t like it, you can head back home and never come out again. Just for tonight. Pleeeeeaaaaasssseeee?” she pleaded.

“I…I don’t know,” you answered, still hesitant to go out to the bar with her, insecurities making their way to the surface.

“As I said, you can go home whenever you want,” she replied, knowing you were on the verge of giving, and she had to make her final argument. “Just stay an hour, and if you still don’t want to be there, you can forget about the whole night and go to bed.”

You stared at her for a few moments, weighing your options. One night couldn’t hurt, right? You might have fun, and even you know yourself you need to head outside and actually make memories, instead of wasting your life away studying. With that in mind, you nodded your head slowly and sighed.

“Alright, fine. One night, since you offered to do my makeup and hair. And I’m going back to my apartment straight away if things get too rough,” you warned, watching as her face lit up brighter than the Christmas tree they put up in the middle of the city each year. She jumped up and down on the spot and brought you into a hug that squeezed the air out of your lungs, exclamations leaving her lips rapidly, causing you to struggle to keep up with what she was saying. The most you could grasp was it was going to be “such a fun night!”, and “you’re going to look so pretty”, and “maybe you’ll even find a man!”

Yeah right. Good luck with that one.

After being primped and primed and all dolled up hours later, you find yourself in one of the local bars found just outside the campus, one that students frequent often, known for its cheap booze and comfortable atmosphere. A popular spot for students looking to let loose after a taxing week of college.

You feel so out of place among the rowdy throng of drunken twenty-something year olds and boisterous laughter seeping through the pub. You probably stick out like a sore thumb, the quietest patron to be seen in the lounge at near half ten at night. Despite your attempts at making conversation with the group of people your friend gravitated towards once you entered the bar, you find yourself feeling slightly isolated, too quiet to re-join or keep up with the conversation. So you excused yourself, not that anyone really noticed, and headed towards an empty spot at the bar. You were already here, might as well order something.

The bartender caught your eyes and turned to serve you, wiping down the countertop with a rag as he does so.

“What can I get ya?”

At this, you pause. You had no idea what to order. You weren’t much of a drinker, and when you did drink it was usually given to you by a friend. What the hell were you supposed to order?

“Uh…,” you flounder, mouth opening and closing while the bartender waited with a bemused expression. You were too caught up in your momentary lapse of panic that you never noticed the pair of dark eyes from beside you regarding the scene with an amused look painted across his face.

After another moment of silence, in which the bartenders face morphed from a look of bemusement to impatience and you panicked even more, a voice broke through and ordered on your behalf.

“Just get her a martini,” the voice orders, and you turn to look at the person who saved you from embarrassing yourself further.

A man, somewhere near your age, with dark hair, parted down the middle, allowing his face to be fully on show, gives you a smile so beautiful it makes you near weak at the knees, his eyes disappearing as they nearly closed from his own grin. Dressed in a pair of black ripped jeans and a loose white shirt, it was enough to get butterflies erupting in your stomach despite having looked at him for a total of ten seconds.

He must have mistaken your silence for hesitation, because he was speaking up once again as you gawked at him.

“Don’t worry, a martini is sweet. It tastes nice. Doesn’t have much alcohol either. Should be ok for you,” he beamed, before it fell and his eyes grew wide. “Unless you wanted something with more alcohol. I just assumed, you don’t look the type to drink much.”

You giggled as his face appeared fretful at the possibility of offending you, and shook your head.

“No, it’s fine. I’m not much of a drinker, and I really didn’t know what to order,” you gave a light laugh at that, “I probably should have thought it through first before coming up here.”

The man laughed a sweet laugh, one which filled you with comfort and did little to stop the storm of butterflies in your tummy.

“It’s ok, we all have to start somewhere,” he stuck his hand out towards you and you took it, feeling a calloused hand beneath yours. “I’m Jimin,” he introduced himself.

“I’m Y/N,” you responded, your hand going slack, ready to let his go but his grip remained for a moment before eventually letting go, grinning widely at you all the while.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N,” he declared, and you tried not to openly blush at how nice your name sounded from his lips, and instead focused on the countertop with a shy smile. You almost forgot about the drink that was ordered until it was placed in front of you, and before you could pay for it, Jimin had already done so, handing the cash to the bartender before you had the chance to object, turning to face you with a cheeky grin and a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“You really didn’t have to, Jimin,” you protested, but he waved your concerns away.

“It’s fine, really. It’s the least I could do since I ordered the drink for you,” he argued, and his grin turned into a slight smirk as he made eye contact with you, biting his lip. “Besides, I didn’t expect to be buying a drink for a pretty girl, yet here I am.”

And here you were, blood rushing up to your face as you laughed nervously and smiled timidly back at him.

That was how you spent the next few hours in the bar, chatting and awkwardly trying to flirt back with Jimin, who just laughed kindly at your attempts, finding amusement in it and enjoying your company.

The more you talked with Jimin and got to know him, the more you fell for him. You’re not the type to fall for someone so quickly, that was just stupid, but there was something inexplicably alluring about Jimin, and like a rope he controlled and wrapped around you, he pulled you in until you couldn’t escape.

You found you had a lot in common with him, from the little things such as agreeing that the smell of a new book was one of the best smells, to topics such as movies and ‘who would win in a fight? Captain America or Master Chief?’ (that one had been quite the debate).

The first time a long time, you never felt as connected to someone in your lifetime as you did with Jimin in a single night. And that scared you. Especially since when this night draws to a close, you and Jimin will part ways, never to see each other again. And for him to have made such an impact on you and your heart in just a few hours was frightening.

Deep in conversation, giving full attention to Jimin as if he commanded it, you almost missed the text you received, if the buzz hadn’t been so prominent against your thigh in the pocket of your jeans. Shooting an apologetic glance in Jimin’s direction for the interruption, he simply sent you and amiable smile and waited until you were finished. Fishing your phone out of your pocket, you almost gasped aloud when you looked at the time. 01:23am. Clicking into the text, you noticed it was sent by your friend – the friend you completely neglected (and forgot about) all night when you had been distracted by a mysterious stranger. Reading the text she sent, your eyebrows crawled further up your forehead the more you read. Apparently, she had left around half an hour ago, electing to leave you with ‘Mr Handsome’, since this was the most interaction you’ve had in forever with someone other than herself, and that you have to tell her everything about him in the morning in class.

That’s right, you had class tomorrow. And it’s late. And now you have no way home, since she was your ride.

Shit.

Jimin must have noticed something was off, maybe it was the look of dumbstruck horror on your face, because he placed a hand on your arm (god his hands were so warm and it felt so nice on your skin), and asked if everything was alright.

You grimaced and tucked your phone back into your pocket.

“My friend…she left,” you explained, mind running a mile a minute, wondering where the nearest taxi rank was and how much you’d have to cough up for the fare. “She was my only ride back to my apartment, and I have to get up early,” you laughed awkwardly, absentmindedly rubbing your hand up and down your arm.

“Oh…” Jimin frowned, concern flitting across his before it brightened again for a minute. “Well…I could drive you home,” he offered, hastily explaining himself as he saw your eyes widen as wide as plates. “I-I didn’t drink tonight, kinda stupid, coming to bar by yourself and not drinking, but I just came to relax for a bit. So, my car is outside. I c-could drive you home,” he stammered, hand coming up to rub the back of his neck as his eyes looked away in uneasiness.

You were about to shoot his offer down, (who takes rides home from strangers like that?), when something stopped you. You liked Jimin. You trusted him, as odd as it sounds, having only known him for a few hours. And you had a gut feeling that you should allow him to take you home tonight. That allowing him to take you home would end up better for both of you.

So you nodded slowly at him, and when he stared at you with raised brows, you nodded firmly, sure in your decision to allow this man to take you home.

A glint of something you could not discern flashed in his eyes before it was gone again, and he was standing up and offering an arm to you, one you took easily and clung to as he led you outside towards his car.

After giving him your address, the drive to your apartment was spent in relative silence. It wasn’t exactly awkward, but there was an unknown tension in the air, and it multiplied with every passing glance Jimin gave you out of the corner of his eye. You didn’t feel unsafe, as you said, you trusted Jimin, but those glances he snuck at you made you feel as if you were a gazelle, and he a lion, a beast out for its kill. And against your will, it made you clench your legs shut to stop the heat from spreading, an action not lost on Jimin.

Your apartment block came into view, and you sat up straighter, pointing out where he should pull up.

Once he did, however, you couldn’t find it in you to move. Not just yet. And it seemed like Jimin didn’t want you to leave, either. He struggled for something to say, and you sat patiently, facing him in the comfort of his car, the heater warming up your bones.

Jimin stopped trying to come up with something to say, and opted for looking you dead in the eye. He sighed, a crooked smile forming on his face before he leant forward and crashed his lips to yours.

You saw stars. Those butterflies in your stomach that hadn’t gone quiet for the entire even were positively wild now, fighting to break free from you and fly away, bringing your heart with them. You reciprocated the kiss, leaning closer to him, and you felt a hand wander into your hair, angling your head to kiss you better, tongue tracing the seam of your lips.

You granted him access, and he dove in like you were uncharted waters, exploring every inch of you that was possible, tasting all your sweetness. He lead you through the kiss, making moans slip out of your mouth without meaning to, and he swallowed each and every one of them.

The lion had the gazelle in his clutches.

Due to shortage of breath you both separated and stared at each other, cheeks flushed and panting heavily, unable to move your gaze from his obsidian eyes, growing darker with each passing second.

Those same dark eyes passed frequently from your eyes to your lips, licking his own as if to savour the taste of you.

Eventually he spoke. “I guess I should let you get to bed,” he reasoned, hand slipping from your hair, and you missed the warmth it brought you.

You don’t know what possessed you (you do, god you do, you’re just too proud to admit it), but you asked:

“Want to come in?”

And that was what Jimin was waiting for, for in the next second he had his car turned off and locked, an arm wrapped around your waist and peppering kisses down your neck as you struggled to open the door to your apartment. He chuckled at your attempts, massaging your waist with his hands (definitely not helping, Jimin), until you got it open, and you were no sooner in the door before you were pressed against it as it closed, Jimin attacking your neck with needy, slopping kisses, hands roaming your body, trying to feel as much of you as possible.

You moaned and threaded your shaky hands through his sable hair, pulling his head back up for a hungry kiss, one he met with eagerness. You felt a poking at your belly, and realised that Jimin was already hard, so, with confidence flooding your body you grinded against his erection, causing the most melodic moans and groans to tumble from his lips.

He broke away from the kiss with a growl and a smirk plastered against his visage, the hunger in his eyes unfathomable, and you were surprised you didn’t die right then and there.

“Bedroom?” he croaked out, trailing his lips up and down your jaw, nipping every so often.

You pointed in the direction of your room, unable to speak for fear it would be just a moan, and he picked you up with surprising strength, wrapping your legs around his waist and carrying you towards your room, kicking off your shoes in the meantime.

Once situated in your bedroom, he placed you on the bed and hovered over you, hands groping at your chest through the material of your shirt and you whined, desperate for more contact. Jimin chuckled darkly, and placed his hands underneath your shirt, awaiting your nod before he essentially tore it off, leaving you bare except for the bra you wore. You wish you wore a nicer bra now, embarrassed by the simple polka dot design, and embarrassed about your looks in general, but before you could cover your chest with your hands, Jimin groaned out loud and stared at you in wonderment, murmuring “you’re so beautiful”, causing your face to burn even hotter than before, heart warming at his words.

Jimin smiled an oddly sweet smile at you, different compared to the beast that was unleashed after lurking underneath his skin, and you knew in that moment that you fell very hard for Jimin.

Jimin lowered his and pressed hot kisses to your bust, hands fumbling with the clasp of your bra before he got it, throwing your bra off to the side, leaving you bare chested in front of him. His hands latched onto your breasts, thumbs rolling your nipples and pulling lightly, drawing a sigh from your chest. Jimin tore off his own shirt, and you gawked at the amount of muscles and abs hidden beneath the shirt he wore, a feast for your eyes to gaze upon. You heard a nervous giggle, and looked up to see Jimin looking bashful. Jimin? Bashful? You thought your heart couldn’t burst with adoration for him anymore, but then he did that.

“You’re gorgeous,” you paid a compliment in kind to the one he gave you, and his eyes closed as he gave you the happiest yet most sheepish smile yet. He brought his head level down to yours again, and kissed you passionately, tongue swirling around yours, making your head spin. He grinded into you again, his hands travelling down the expanse of your body to unbutton your jeans and peels them off your legs, swiftly removing your underwear afterwards too. You felt his fingers circle around your clit before they drifted towards you entrance, gathering your wetness onto his digits and you whined into his mouth.

He pushed one finger past your folds until it was knuckle deep in you, curling inwards and making you cry out. He pumped his finger in and out a few times before adding a second one and pressing his thumb down on your bud, stars dancing behind your eyelids as you shut them at the sensation. Jimin moved his lips to the side of your neck and whispered words of encouragement, continuing to move his fingers in and out of you. You felt your orgasm fast approaching, and you whined, wanting to come with him inside you but he insisted, his thumb pressing against you harder and his fingers moving faster, until you felt the knot that was building inside of you snap like a rubber band pulled taut, and you came all over his fingers with a cry of his name, legs shaking and eyes shut tight.

Jimin pulled his fingers out of you once you were down from your high and brought them to his lips, moaning around his digits at the taste of you and heat spread throughout you once again at the sinful sight.

Jimin removed his pants once you started to claw at his belt with hands far too shaky after your first orgasm, and once he was naked you took his member in hand, pumping up and down and he faltered, sighing against your neck as you continued rubbing him.

He lifted your hand off his shaft and kissed the back of your hand, flashing a grateful smile your way before reaching over in the pocket of his jeans for a condom. Ripping the foil open with his teeth, he wrapped his cock, pumping once, twice, before aligning himself to your entrance, sliding his tip up and down your folds before pushing in, stretching you open in the best way possible.

Allowing a moment to breath, he pecked both of your cheeks, hips pulling back and pushing in again, both of you moaning in unison as he repeated the action over and over again, setting a steady pace. The room was filled with nothing buts pants and moans, the slapping of skin on skin resonating throughout your apartment. You could feel that coil in your stomach build again, your breathing shallowing, before Jimin spoke in your ear.

“I want you to touch yourself for me, baby.”

Your hand trailed down your body before it reached your clit, and you rubbed hard on the nub, nerves alight in your body as Jimin increased his pace, slamming into you harder than before. It wasn’t long before your orgasm hit you again, crying out as heat flooded your senses, and Jimin spilled over the edge with you, a deep groan emitting from his lips before he collapsed on the bed beside you, resting for a bit before getting up to discard the condom in the bin.

When he came back, he looked uncertain as to what to do before you beckoned him back on the bed, putting on his boxers before joining your side once again, arms engulfing you in his warmth before you promptly passed out from exhaustion, briefly remembering a pair of lips pressing against the crown of your head before sleep took over.

You awoke to the shrill sound of your alarm blaring in your ear, and rolled over in your bed to turn it off. Blearily, you looked around your room, taking note of your clothes strewn around your room and the soreness of your body, before the events of last night came back to you, and you felt bitter disappointment settle deep into your bones as you realised Jimin had not stayed. He ran from you. You should have expected it, really. Men as amazing as him don’t stick with women like you. You sighed and stared up at your ceiling, blinking back tears of frustration. He wasn’t yours to begin with, so why do you feel so heartbroken?

You’re broken out of your reverie by a buzzing on your nightstand, and look over to see your phone on top of it – with a sticky note attached to it. Picking it up, you peeled the sticky note offer and read it:

Hey 😊 I’m sorry I can’t be there for when you woke up, I really wanted to, I just have work this morning and had to rush home to get ready. I really loved last night, though. The sex was a plus haha but if you ever want to meet up again for a coffee or something, I’d really really like that. Here’s my number,

Jimin

Well now. Don’t you feel silly. The goofiest, most love struck grin spreads across your face, and the butterflies that were lying dormant since last night came back full force, leaving you feeling light and giddy. But, you had more pressing matters, such as your first day back to college and the apparent new lecturer your class had. So, with that in mind, you rushed to get showered and dressed, thoughts of Jimin pushed to the back of your mind for now.

“So,” your friend started, sending a devilish smirk your way as you both walked towards your lecture hall, “how was your date?”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the smile that graced your face as you eyed the ground.

“It wasn’t a date. But he was…nice,” you supplied, not wanting to give too much away. Not yet.

“Just nice?” she scoffed, an eyebrow raised at your vagueness.

“I’ll tell you more after class,” you said as you both walked up to the door of the lecture hall.

She looked like she wanted to say more, but sighed and agreed, and you followed her to your usual spot in the hall.

It was a few minutes until class began, whispers of the new lecturer filling the room, and as you busied yourself with taking out your notes for class, the door burst open and the room went silent, meaning the new lecturer had entered.

You were not ready for the sight before you, however, as you lifted your head from your bag.

“I’m sorry if I seem a little late, traffic was crazy this morning,” an all too familiar voice said, and his gaze swept through the class before doing a double take when they landed on you, widening, before a mischievous smirk graced his face. “ And I was out last night, you know how it is.”

Your friend glanced at you with a confused expression, before registering the look on your face as shock – and recognition. And then everything clicked as to why he looked so familiar to her.

So, Jimin is the new lecturer?

Ah.

Fuck.

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cchngkyuns · 8 years ago

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Jimin Scenario: Love is Blind

«Based off this request...»

• Type: Oneshot.

• Word counter: 3603

• Warnings: None I guess lmao

• Genre: Fluff and a dash of angst, but just a tiny bit, like the Yoongi one.

The green leaves on the trees. The flowers that bloomed gracefully every year in spring time. The colorful birds on the window at morning, the blue sky, the brown deep eyes of the one you loved the most in this world. Everything seemed like heaven. You weren’t insecure about if it was going to end soon anymore, you knew that, in his embrace, you’ll feel secure. There wasn’t anything to worry about. You moved from your natal city to Seoul a few years ago, leaving your family behind to carelessly chase your dreams the way you always wanted to. You wanted to travel, know every part of the world. You’d start in small cities, moving to big, famous ones. That was your biggest dream; seeing with your own eyes what the world had to show you. Maybe the life had to teach you a lesson. Maybe, it was a matter of time to bring the real happiness to your life. But you can’t lie to anyone. When it happened, when they gave you the news, you broke down. All your dreams falling apart in front of you, you couldn’t see it, but you could feel it. You could even hear how every piece of your heart fell to your feet.

“I’m sorry…” He whispered. “I’m sorry, I just don’t think I can do this.” But what am I going to do without you? How am I going to handle this?

And suddendly, you stopped hearing his voice. He didn’t cause the accident, you knew it, but you thought he was devoted to you. And now, he was gone, forever. He left you like this. Hurt, alone, and blind.

What would you do now? Alone in a city you barely know…

Please…

Today, it was a new and wonderful day. The sun was rising, you could feel the heat in your skin, and you knew it was time to get up as soon as you feel it.

The sheets on your bed were messily accomodated, since you and your guide dog moved a lot throughout the night. You couldn’t really help it, but it was one of the hardest things to do when you lived all by your own. This morning, like every other, was a hardworking one. Tiring, but worth it. You made breakfast for yourself; after three and a half years of slowly and painful process of going blind, you were practically a master on cooking and –most of the time- not ruining it completely. You pressed your fingers through every object in the table, carefully trying not to break anything again. You sat down and ate your delicious –maybe because you made it yourself- breakfast while your dog, Maya, ate her food loudly. She was, probably, the only real friend you had. It wasn’t like it bothered you, because you were a genuine person and you knew it. Your feelings were genuine and honest, but you just didn’t socialize that much. With time, you realized that the people who approached you were interested in harming you, believing that you were as stupid as blind you were; but that wasn’t the case. You couldn’t see at all, that was true, but you could feel things people couldn’t. You payed attention to how people broke their voices when they were lying, to recognize their true intentions by hearing and feeling the awkward atmosphere they caused. It was a matter of time to find out people’s dark intentions. You knew not everyone were like this, but you know for sure that you weren’t interested in being friends with anyone until you felt comfortable with someone, until “the one” arrived to your life, giving you a feeling of well being, open his or her heart to you. You’d wait, you were sure. But until this day, you still were waiting.

The sounds of the early morning were amazing. The fresh air, even though it wasn’t as fresh as your natal city, hit you gently in the face and made you feel alive. You could easily trust Maya, so you just walked through the city until you arrived to your art college. Since you where disabled and Maya was trained, the directives were completely fine in letting her in into the classroom. You didn’t care about other people’s glances, this was your second year of college. The first year, thinking about people’s judgemental stares chased you even in your sleep, but now, you didn’t care at all; you had all you needed to survive without problem, a guide dog, a house, enough money to eat and buy what you needed. What else did you need? Nothing.

That day you let Maya guide you to the right seat. She always did, it was difficult at first, but you could handle it. If you had any trouble, the teacher or someone could easily help you, it wasn’t a big deal. The class started normally; you were interested in the “drawing” part of the art subject itself, but you didn’t want to skip any class, so you just sat there waiting for the history class to end, taking out a voice recorder and typing in braille, just like you learned a few months ago. It was just like any other day, nothing new.

You knew you weren’t alone in the classroom, but you didn’t feel any stares right into your neck or your sides like you sometimes do, until that very moment. Suddendly, when you noticed you couldn’t concentrate on writing properly, realization hits you. Someone was staring, someone was looking at you right into your soul, but you didn’t feel a dark aura. Maybe it was someone with the purest intentions, just curious about you, or maybe about your dog, or maybe about your disability. You thought it was cute and just smiled to yourself.

The two following classes were over in a matter of time. Writing took time and concentration, so more than 3 hours weren’t that hard to take. Anyway, you’d be lying to yourself if you say that you could concentrate perfectly like every day. You were used to it, but when it happened, it wasn’t the most comfortable feeling. Feeling that someone was staring right into your eyes didn’t help in concentrating, so you knew you had a few typos or misspellings, but you had your voice recorder so you sighed in relief. You stood up and pat Maya in the head like you always do to tell her that it was time to get up from the floor, to help you get into the dining hall or whatever, because concentration and writing took all of your energy and you wanted at least a snack. As soon as you stood up, you felt that stare right into you again. You were sure that someone was about to talk to you, so you were kinda eager about it; walking slowly so “that” person had the chance to approach you. And you were right, he did. You felt Maya suddendly stopping, making you almost tripping when someone grabbed you by your shoulders. You gasped in surprise, laughing cockily afterwards and thanking the stranger who just saved you from an embarassing trip. — I’m sorry, the door was closed, that’s why your dog stopped so suddendly. — the masculine but gentle voice said, making you feel dumb. Of course it was closed, it always was, and Maya always stopped suddendly, but you just forgot because you were distracted. — Oh, I see. I’m sorry, I guess I was distracted, the door’s always closed. — Really? And why do they close the door? Don’t they have you in consideration?

You laughed at the kind words. He was kind of right, but it wasn’t like it bothered you since you never, in an entire year, complained about it, and maybe it was for the sake of students that they kept the door closed, since the noise out there was horribly loud. — It’s okay, I’m used to it. They always do, I guess it’s because they forget. Don’t make it a big deal. — You said, trying to sound convincing and “strong” to yourself and to the guy that was right in front of you. He laughed shyly. — I’m Jimin by the way. Park, Park Jimin. Jimin. Such a cute name, it definitely fit his voice and you were sure that it was the same with his appearance, even though you didn’t care that much since you couldn’t see. — Well, nice to meet you Jimin. — you said formally. — I’m Y/F/N.

That day at home was surprisingly easy to handle. You didn’t have to work hard, you were completely lost in your own thoughts.

You gave Maya her food and had a relaxing shower, just like any other day. You spent a lot of more time since you were recapitulating everything that happened today, and why it made that day way more special than the rest. Today, for the first day in 3 and a half years, you had lunch with someone else. He offered to sit with you, maybe because he just greeted you and he felt bad when he saw you eating alone, maybe he thought you were the generic lonely girl in a lonely world. You weren’t, you had Maya and your thoughts of course, but you didn’t reject him since he seemed a good person and you didn’t feel any bad aura like you usually do as soon as you meet someone. It happened, though, that you had the exactly same feeling towards someone and then, you ended up noticing weeks later. But at that time, he seemed completely just like a gentleman, so he offered you to sit with him and three more friends of his; this wasn’t uncomfortable for you, since they were talking with each other, and Jimin was talking with you. He didn’t say much though, just asked about you and if you were near the college, basic things like that. He had told you that he just moved from his old college to this one, because he used to live in Busan but moved with his friends to Seoul to go after his dreams. It reminded you of your old self and it gave you a nostalgic feeling that fulfilled your soul for the rest of the morning.

When the next day arrived, you were as ready as you could to begin the day as happy as it was allowed. You sleept very deeply, you didn’t have any nightmares and Maya didn’t lick your face with her tongue full of dog food. Your day was going great so far. You stepped in the first hour class, sitting in your designated seat as always. You were more alert this time; you weren’t going to fall miserably like yesterday. Suddendly, a soft voice broke your concentration. —Good morning. Did you sleep well? You smiled without turning to him. You couldn’t see, but you wanted to be polite and stare to his side, just to have some manners. So when you smiled, it was unexpected. You didn’t expect him to see it, but you knew he did. You could almost feel him smiling back, and you didn’t complain. — Yes, I’ve slept perfectly. Have you eaten? You heart this time, that he was giving you a wide smile. You felt it in the atmosphere, it was a comfortable company. If feel different, for the first time in years, you allowed someone to talk to you openly without doubting.

Days passed by faster than you thought. Every single day you thought about him, about your frienship, about his smile and anything else. There was a coffee shop next to the college, and both Jimin and you assisted there pretty often to help each other study. You could feel that he was amazed by how you managed to study and explain things so smoothly, and you didn’t need functional eyes to make it work.

It has been already a month. Ever since both of you only meet in college and when you had an important exam, but things escalated pretty quickly for your taste. It was only a month and it was the first time that he was in your house, hanging out with you, and you didn’t stop him from visiting you. It was a pretty comfortable visit. Both of you shared laughs, stories, common thoughts, everything you could think of. Sooner or later, curiosity hit Jimin. You saw it coming, but you didn’t expect your words to get into his heart. When you told him about the accident, about your ex, about how he left you all alone and you had to manage to survive and get through everything all by yourself, you could feel his sadness. You didn’t see, but you felt it. Now, more than never, you wanted to see him, to be able to look into his eyes. You knew that the surgery was possible. You knew that the possibility existed, but you were just too afraid. Either you’ll recover your vision or you’ll get blind forever, without the chance of getting your corneas back again. It was a very high chance of loosing it forever, so you wanted to remain with a little bit of hope; but when you slowly started falling for Jimin, you questioned yourself.

Jimin was everything you wanted, you understood after exactly 4 months of being close friends. You never felt that he was a bad person nor he had bad intentions with you, he didn’t want to harm you, he just wanted to make you happy, that what he had told you days ago. You sat on your bed, all your insecurities slaming your face into reality without anticipation. Once again, for the third time in 1 hour, all of your words came into your mind. The words that made Jimin get out of your life. “I don’t know if we should make this.” “Maybe you should find someone better” “I’m not good enough for you” Jimin fought against all of these words, because it was a matter of insecurity. You were secure of yourself before you met him. You were sure that what hurt his heart the most was: “I don’t know your intentions just yet” Yes, you said it. Something that, even though you knew it wasn’t true, wandered on your mind day and night. But what could you do? You were deeply in love with him, you knew Jimin wasn’t your ex boyfriend who left you in the dark, but even knowing that you were scared. Scared that when Jimin found out that there’s a chance you won’t be able to see again, he’ll run away from you. Scared that he’ll change his intentions when your feelings have no turning back. You didn’t know if it was a good idea, you missed him, but it was for the best. Jimin would be sad a few weeks and then find another friend who he’ll fall in love with. You felt good about yourself, but not good enough to be with someone like him, you knew that.

Before you fell asleep, when you were in the verge of the world of dreams and reality, you heard the unmistakable sound of the door knocking. Maya, as always, came to your room and licked the soul out of you, grabbing your hand with her teeth. You surely didn’t expect him to be there. Jimin himself, right in front of you. You knew how he smelled, and you knew how the atmosphere felt when he was near you. “Can I come in?” he asked. You were in shock, you certainly didn’t expect him to be there right now with you, but you didn’t hesitate. You moved from the way and let him in, closing the door, walking carefully into the couch with Jimin’s help. “I’m sory to bother you…” his soft voice said, you felt the warmth of his voice in your heart. “I actually didn’t expect you to be here.” Jimin stood silent for a bit, you thought you made it more uncomfortable, but he got close to you, you felt his presence right in front of you, you thought that maybe he was on his knees and in the floor, and when he took your hands you confirmed your hypothesis. “I just can’t let you go like that. I know about your insecurities. I know that you have been hurt, but I’m not that kind of man” You didn’t know what to say, your heart beating faster and faster. You just wanted to pull him into a kiss and erase everything you’ve said, but your insecurities were still there. “I’m insecure about myself too, you know that.” You remembered when he let you touch his face after he talked about his insecurities. You knew he was attractive because you could feel it, but you certainly didn’t care much about looks, even when you could see, you never did. “I just want you to give me an opportunity. If you feel like I’m failing you… I’ll disappear. But I won’t leave you alone now. Not like this.” You felt tears rising from your chest, even if that wasn’t the place they came from, you felt your heart clenching and the tears starting to gently stroke your cheeks. “Jimin, you know that if I get the surgery there’s a high chance that I turn blind forever?” He instantly answered, “I know. I knew, I did researchs when you seemed so enthusiastic about it, I knew since I started falling for you. Please, Y/N, we can make this work.” You broke down into tears, his words hit you like concrete but he was right. You were pushed into the edge by your insecurities, but if Jimin wasn’t so sure about his feelings, then this might have never happened and you might have lost a chance to be with someone with genuine feelings. He sat right next to you and he hold you close. You knew he would never let you go. Not now, not like this, and judging by his words, never. “Maybe we can give this a try…” He stroked your hair. “But if you fail, Park, I’ll kick your ass.” He laughed as cute as ever, but you were sure he wouldn’t.

“—Miss Y/L/N, I’ll remove the bandages now, okay?”

Jimin felt the heat on his body rising, he knew you love him, he was sure about that, but he wasn’t sure about himself. Maybe you didn’t like the way he was, his looks, his smile, everything. You’ve been dating for months when you received the call from the hospital you were waiting for, in the waiting list. You’ve been waiting for that call forever and when you received it, you bursted into tears. “There’s a chance that is doesn’t work” the doctor said. “but it’s not as high as we thought. If everything goes alright, and it certainly will, you’ll have your vision back.” Your vision was blurry, all you could see was blurry colors from the hospital room but it was a matter of time that you started recognizing everything. It would slowly come into place, but they had to left you alone for a few hours, so they let Jimin in, and you turned to look at him. Then you saw it and your heart was beating fast, the smile on your face as wide as ever. You knew Jimin was nervous, you had your vision back but you could still feel it. “Jagi…” You didn’t see him clearly just yet. “I still can’t see you, but I can recognize you’re taller than me.” You said, your eyes widening and getting smaller to try and focus your blurry vision, making Jimin laugh nervously. He held your hand lovingly, stroking your face. He sat there next to you, you told him about how the surgery felt, the experience, that you were nervous, afraid and curious at the same time about everything. You didn’t even know how your dog looked like. Slowly, hours passed by and your vision started to focus. When it fully did, you didn’t want Jimin to know just yet, but you stared at him stunned. In fact, he was the stunning one. He was gorgeus. He tould you about how he looked like, and you touched his face, but you never imagined that his skin looked as soft as it feelt like. His eyes, dark and deep. His blonde hair separated in the middle and his smile... It was just too much handsomeness to handle at once. You just stared at him, into your eyes, and you stopped trying to focus and your eyes came into their normal size. “Jagi! Are you listening? Are you in planet earth?” Jimin was telling you something important, but you didn’t listen to him. You were focused on his smile, on the way his mouth moved along with his words. “Ah, sorry Chim, you are so handsome I can’t handle it.” Jimin stared at you with wide eyes, covering his face. “Ah, why didn’t you tell me that you could see…” “Because it just happened, like, 10 seconds ago!” You weren’t plugged into anything anymore, but you knew that if you got up you’d probably fall, so you just cupped Jimin’s cheeks and kissed him lovingly, just like the way he first did when you told him not to fail you. He pulled into his embrace, and he would never let you go. He let go all of his insecurities, now knowing that you loved him by the way he was, and you knowing that he felt the same.

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