🔹2. Honey-comb icecream
synopsis- Break-up of the it couple of the university was surely shocking for everyone but yu jimin didn't care. She knew it was right to do as she was in love with somebody else. Precisely her ex's bestfriend.
[A moment from the past when Ryujin and Jimin were dating]
“Do you like the taste? This place is particularly renowned for it’s ice-cream. I tried the raspberry one
with Y/N few months ago and loved it so much. Though Y/N liked the honey-comb more. I had a bite
and trust me when I say how bad it was. God knows how she likes it so much.”
Ryujin chuckled lowly and took a bite from her ice-cream.
While Ryujin was busy in talking about something, Jimin couldn’t help but motion her orbs onto the
woman who had stolen her heart without even her realizing the moment it happened. She had convinced her broken heart that you did not feel the same about her , which led her to accept Ryujin’s proposal.
She thought this would help her to move on but boy how wrong she was. You were so pretty , so kind and so gentle. How can she ever move on from you?
Jimin was not a fool. She knew about her popularity. She was aware how everyone in the university
adored her. Everyone except you she assumed. Nobody knows how many times she had prayed that
she was wrong. Maybe you felt something for her. She did not mind if it was friendship or anything less . She just wanted to be near you and admire you for the amazing woman you were.
“I want to try another flavor.”
Ryujin looked up at Jimin before replying,
“Yeah? Tell me the flavor . I’ll go and buy for you.”
“The honey-comb one”
Ryujin looked at Jimin for a second before nodding and head towards the counter. Jimin gave her a
small smile before her eyes moved back to you again. However, the smile which was gracing her beautiful face got replaced with a frown when she noticed a girl standing close to you which was
more than enough to disrupt Jimin’s whole self.
She hated this feeling. She felt her gut wrench and
stomach churn in a way she had never experienced before. It was an unfamiliar painful feeling and
Jimin despised it. She never wished to feel like this again.
[Present time]
“Jimmy, are you fine?”
Minjeong asked her , her eyes mirroring the worry in her other two friend’s, Aeri and NingNing eyes.
Jimin’s eyes were fixed on you, particularly on your arm which was being held by Yunjin, the famous cheerleader. Yunjin was one of your admirers except for the fact that she was hell bent to
make you hers. Everyone knew of her liking towards you and the efforts she has been putting in
since freshman years to please you, which only resulted in earning a polite rejection from you.
Jimin knew you would reject her again like you have been doing since before , not to her but to everyone who’d dared to confess their feelings to you.
But the similar feeling always haunts her every time something like this happened.
“Do you think Y/N will accept Yunjin this time?”
“Maybe. I mean Yunjin has been trying for so long.”
“Really? I don’t think so.”
“Wanna bet?”
Having enough of the chatters, Jimin got up from her seat and left the cafeteria immediately. Jimin was a strong and resilient woman but she was nothing but powerless when it came to you.
Your eyes wandered on the screen in-front you while your hands were busy in jotting down the notes Mr. Lee was displaying. You had an important test coming up soon and needless to say you were lacking behind a lot due to volleyball practices. You loved the sport more than anything else
but this test was important and covered an important part of your grade. Not to forget, the project
which was going to be announced today held the similar importance. God it was extremely stressful but it something which was needed to be done.
“I just hope my partner will be useful. I cannot do all the work alone.”
You muttered under your breath when you noticed a presence beside you.
“Hey!”
You looked up at the source of voice when you felt your breath stop at the sight. Jimin stood beside
you with her laptop and essentials in her hand, adorned in a white sleeve-less tee with a matching
sky blue jeans , looking at you with a small smile. You were speechless. You never had a proper
conversation with her before. You had no idea on what to say.
“Uhm hey..”
You mumbled nervously before Jimin sat down beside you making you even more surprised. You noticed her
putting the materials down on the table gracefully before her eyes met your wide ones again. She let
out a small laugh before speaking to you,
“We are partners….. y’know for the project.”
“Oh!”
You were cooked. Undoubtedly. You don’t know about God’s favorite child but you swore you definitely were the least. Before you could speak anything, Mr. Lee’s voice filled the classroom.
“Now that your partners are announced, I need you all to prepare a thorough and detailed
presentation on the topic you like. Make sure to counter all the expected areas of the topic you
choose along with your partners and discuss each other’s findings daily for at least an hour for a
month before concluding it. Strategize your schedule for a month accordingly and remember this
project is important for your grade. So better take it seriously.”
You cursed internally thinking about how you were going to survive a month being that close to
Jimin. You just hoped that you won’t do anything stupid. Making Jimin uncomfortable was the least thing you ever want to do. And God knows how you were going to explain this to Ryujin. You cannot
imagine what was going to happen during this whole month but things will definitely be taking a turn.
For good or for bad… only God knows that.
“So I was saying…” , Jimin looked at you giving you all her attention. You released a breath you did
not realize you were holding before speaking,
“Should we exchange numbers?”
Jimin raised a brow at you in surprise which made you even more nervous if it was even possible.
“I mean since we are now partners, sorry project partners and Mr. Lee said we need to discuss our
findings daily. So to decide the timings we need to chat and of course we cannot do that without
having each other’s number. I am sorry if I made you uncomfortable. It did not mean that. Trust me I
am-”
Placing her hand on your shoulder, Jimin gave you a light comforting squeeze while having a teasing smile on her lips.
“I did not know you could get nervous Y/N.”
Jimin spoke making you look away from her with blood rushing in your face, making your ears and cheeks turn red. She laughed looking at your flushed self before handing her phone to you and
asking you to hand over yours to her. Jimin returned your phone back to you after saving her number making you do the same.
“Let’s have a good month together Y/N.”
A genuine smile graced your lips mirroring hers before you spoke,
“Sure Jimin.”
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Hello ☺️ Hope your doing well.
Could I please request a Matt Dierkes one shot if possible him being a grumpy ass except to his wife?? Fluffy and cute 🙏
Oh you are my first Matt Dierkes one-shot! Yes! Thank you for the inspiration :)
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Matt drummed his fingers on his lap anxiously. I could tell he was in a bad mood, dying to get out of the video call meeting with the management team. His face said he was irritated and completely over the whole record label bull crap. He just wanted to be done.
Seeing how fidgety he was, I nudged his leg beneath the table with my foot hoping the friction was enough to tame his temper. He looked over at me and his dark eyes, full aggression, immediately softening.
I grinned at him to let him know I was still in his corner. He grinned back, took a deep breath, and refocused his attention on the computer screen, but not before reaching over and placing his hand on the inside of my thigh.
The rest of the day was hell for everyone, because Matt insisted on setting the world around him on fire. Every little thing that someone did annoyed him. Every word that was said, Matt had some sarcastic, snippy remark to follow it.
In the process of just three hours, he managed to break a computer monitor because he was too impatient, cut the wrong wire while attempting to splice a cable that Noah said was dead, spill Nicholas's coffee all down the front of him because he turned around too fast out of anger, dropped a mix board, misplaced his phone not once, not twice, but three times, and to top it all off, he had run out of Dr. Pepper.
"Dude, you need to calm the hell down! You starting to stress me out," Folio criticized him.
"Yeah, no joke. And if Folio is stressed then the rest of us are at the point of giving you a beatdown."
Matt glared at Noah who crossed his arms while leaning against the table. Matt didn't speak, but the look he was giving Noah screamed a big "fuck you".
"Well, it's not my fault. Those stupid pieces of shit at the record label treat me like I'm and idiot sometimes. I'm not a fucking idiot! I know how to do my job!"
"Nobody is say you are, baby," I pointed out.
"Matt calm down, man. You know not to listen to those people."
Nicholas came walking into the conversation after switching to a pair of clean clothes.
"Oh my god! What the hell are you wearing?"
Matt's expression was of utter disgust, looking at Nick. All of us turned and stared, a few bursting into fits of laughter. Nick didn't match at all. Sporting a neon pink shit that was a little too snug and a pair of snake skin looking pants that were way too stretchy for him to be wearing, he looked ridiculous.
"What?" Nick shrugged with his hands up. "It's all I could find. If someone hadn't been so angry and turned around so fast," scowling over at Matt, "I wouldn't be in this mess."
"Oh so it's my fault you look like a clown?" Matt snapped.
"Yeah, I kinda is," Nick shot back. "And your piss poor attitude!"
"What! I don't have a piss poor attitude! I've just had a fucked up day and all of you have added to it!"
"What! I didn't do anything!" I exclaimed defensively.
Matt's eyes quickly shifted over to me. "No, no, not you baby. You're fine. You haven't done anything wrong," he reassured me, smiling.
"Oh for god's sake, come on man! Your wife isn't that perfect," Folio groaned.
"Hey!"
"Mmm, I don't know, Folio, she's pretty perfect. I mean, you've had her cooking, and we all know that's she's done your laundry a few times, even finding the matches to your lost socks."
Folio looked at me, smiling apologetically.
"Yeah I guess so. Sorry, Y/N," he said leaning over and laying a sweet soft kiss on my cheek.
"Okay, well if you all are done flirting with my wife, I'd like to have her back now, please. Go get your own women! She belongs to me."
"Matt! That was so mean!"
"What! It's true! They're always trying to steal you from me."
I laughed so hard.
"Holy shit, Matt, you can't be serious!"
"Especially you," he chided Noah. "You're always trying to get in her pants."
"Alright, Matthew. That's it! Come with me; now!"
"It's Matt," he corrected me as I pulled him away from the group.
"What is going on with you? Where did that come from? Noah? Really, Matt!"
Squeezing his eyes shut, Matt pinched the bridge of his nose, walking sluggishly over to me. I snaked my arms around his waist, shaking my head at the Lord of the Rings Shirt he was wearing.
"I just washed that shirt and hung it up last night," I scolded him.
Turning his hat backwards, he lowered his forehead to mine, taking a deep breath.
"I'm sorry. I'm snapping again, aren't I?"
I smiled, placing my hands on the sides of his face.
"Yes, baby, you are," slowly sliding my hands up under his shirt. I played with the front of the waistband of his joggers, feeling his tummy sink in from being so ticklish. He chuckled, jerking his body away from me, but I gathered his shirt in my hands and pulled him back into me. That's when his lips found mine, colliding ever so gently. They were wet and warm, and tasted like the recent Celsius he'd just had.
"I'm sorry," he breathed.
"For which part?"
He scowled at me, confused.
"For being grumpy or the shirt?"
Matt laughed, giving me a quick kiss.
"Both."
"You owe those guys over there more of an apology. You've been horrible to them today. Are you listening to me?"
"Yup, I am," he assured me. But the way he scooped me up into his arms, leaning over me and attaching his lips to my neck, I knew he wasn't.
"Matthew, stop!" I squealed, trying to get out of his clutches. "Let me go!"
"It's Matt, and no," he groaned, letting his head fall to my chest as I continued to wiggle out of his embrace. "I'm not letting you go. Ever."
The more I wiggled, the more he tightened his grip and my leg got caught up in his, tripping me, and causing me to fall. I squeezed my eyes shut, preparing for the hard impact, only to meet a soft body beneath me and a slight bump to the floor. I looked down and saw Matt beneath me.
"Shit, baby!"
"I'm fine. Don't worry. I'm good." He stared up at me, smiling.
"What? Are you sure?"
"Positive," he assures me, reaching up and pulling me into his lips. He kissed me slow, taking his time to let me feel every move he made.
"Mmm, that... I like that."
He grinned. "I like, you. A lot."
"Oh really? I hadn't noticed," I joked, leaning in and kissing him again, feeling him smile against my lips.
Matt sat up and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into his lap. I rested my arms on his shoulders, staring into his eyes.
"You're really pretty, you know that?"
"Oh, so you can give compliments. Shocking!"
"Shut-up! God," he shook his head laughing. "Your sarcasm's going to kill me one day. And what the hell, I'm trying to be nice here!"
Matt tickled my sides, making me laugh hysterically.
"I love you," he said, kissing my forehead.
Wrapping myself up in his arms, I snuggle into Matt, burying my face in his chest. His heart was beating fast, telling me he was happy; that I made him happy.
"I love you, too, Matthew," I replied, grinning.
"It's Matt."
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