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worldwide-winner · 5 years

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summary: It’s only when he gets a girlfriend that you realize you have feelings for your roommate and best friend Jeon Jungkook. You tumble further into confusion as you realize you also have feelings for your other roommate and bff Park Jimin

Warnings: Drug mentions, drinking

After grocery shopping with the boys and getting crepes, the sun was already setting. Time had flown by and now you were peacefully scrolling on your phone from the comfort of your couch. Your peace was broken when your phone started vibrating aggressively, signaling the income of many texts.

You opened the group chat feeling more annoyed than you should.

Dance king: '____ ____'

Worldwide Handsum: '____ come to this party'

Tae: 'yeah, its lit'

Jimin walked up and looked over your shoulder. You sighed and typed up a quick response, "Sorry, don't feel like getting drunk and doing something I'll regret." Send.

Three dots popped up on the bottom of the screen.

Dance King: 'But ____, you don't have to drink.'

Tae: 'Yeaah wdym? Just come for the tunez and experience'

You rolled your eyes. They wouldn't stop bugging you until you gave in.

Worldwide Handsum: 'plus we need a ride. our last uber driver was rlly shady'

Tae: 'pls uwu'

You clicked your tongue and tapped away, "Why can't you just stay there?"

Tae: 'Gross, last time they spent the night I found Hobi naked on the table'

You chuckled, remembering when Tae called you, only to scream into the phone about how traumatized he was. "See u in 10. Bringing Chim w me." Jimin punched your shoulder lightly. "You didn't even ask!" you shrugged and smirked, "You would've come anyway."

It didn't take long to get ready. You changed into a lighter shirt and applied minimal makeup. Jimin was quick too, only changing into a comfier (but still fashionable) outfit and brushing out his hair. He drove since your car was in the shop. The house was massive and flashing lights poured out of the open windows.

You and Jimin walked side by side past the kids smoking on the porch and into the loud house. The music blared so loud that you could barely hear yourself think. You nudged Jimin, "Taehyung really outdid himself this time!" you shouted over the noise. He just nodded at you. "Speaking of Tae, where is he?" You shrugged. "Let's split. Text me when you find him." He smiles and nods, stepping out into another room.

You wander through a crowded hallway when you're roughly pulled into a dark closet. "What the heck?! Who is it?" you blink in the darkness and your eyes slowly adjust. "It's just me.." Taehyung's voice calms you. "Tae? What are you doing in a closet?! Is this a metaphor for something...?" you teased.

"What?! No! Listen I'm hiding from someone. You slid down the wall to sit on the floor. "What happened?" He sits next to you. He's wearing a hideous cashmere turtle neck and jeans with gaping holes that leave his knees exposed. It would look horrendous on anyone else, but he manages to pull it off. "Well..." He brushes his pink hair out of his eyes. "You know the life of a party goer is preeeetty wild." You narrow your eyes at him as he continues. "There's the basic three things: Drugs, sex, and alcohol."

"Oh my god, you do drugs?!" He holds up a finger and glances away. "Well..." He bites his lip, pondering over his words. "Okay, so there's this guy that I usually go to. Not the best, but his prices aren't bad-" "Taehyung." You stop him, "You're crazy. You know that this is illegal, right?!" He throws a glare your way.

"You sound like my mom! Can I finish?" You press your lips into a thin line and grunt. "ANYWAYS... I was trying to throw him some hints. Y'know, just to say that his product quality is degrading a lil." You sighed. "What were these 'hints' then?" He coughs awkwardly and plays with his sleeves. "I stopped paying him." Your mouth drops. There is no doubt. Kim Taehyung is the biggest idiot you know.

You slap him upside his head and he yelps. "What the hel-" "YOU MORON! WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?" he frantically covers your mouth with both hands and hisses "He'll hear us!!!" You lick his palms and he releases you with a disgusted look on his face. "Listen, he's here right now, and he probably won't be happy when he sees me. He might even gun me down." His eyes widen and start watering and he clasps his hands together, holding them in front of his chest. "I can't die, ____, I'm too young, too gentle, too-"

"Okay Tae, what do you want from me?" He smiles slyly, "I just want you to get him out of here." You squint in disbelief. "If you want me to flash him then my answer is no." He raises his hands in defense, "Hey, I didn't even think of that! Good idea though." He smirks and continues, "I was just gonna have you say I'm not home and give him the money." You unfold your arms that you'd unknowingly crossed.

"Here's the money." He presses a white envelope into your palm and you tuck it in your shirt. "Alright. I'll come to get you when he's gone." He smiles and grabs your head to squish his cheek against yours. "Ew don't touch me." You giggle and push yourself up from the floor. "I'll be waiting!" He sings and you shake your head as you step out.

You have to squint as your senses are flooded with everything. The music pounds into your eardrums and the lights blind you. Someone grabs your arm and pulls you into their chest. You turn and see Jimin giving you a puzzled look. "Oh, hey," you say softly. "I thought you didn't drink?" It was more of a question than a statement. "I- What?" you gently shove him.

"What makes you think I've been drinking?" You ask and he chuckles, "You just look so out of it." You roll your eyes and huff, "Yeah, that's probably because I've been in a closet for the past 15 minutes." He gives you a questioning look. "Tae's in trouble with a drug dealer. I gotta go find the guy."

"Here, let me go with you! Sounds dangerous." He grabs your hand, enclosing it in his. "What does the guy look like?" You groan again. "Didn't ask. I'll text him." You pull out your phone and text Tae. Your phone beeps and you pull Jimin through the crowded house. "Over 45, glasses, and pug-faced. Likely to have a girl on each arm."

Not too long after, you finally find him and he's surprisingly nice. You apologized about 50 times for Tae's idiotic actions and promised that it would never happen again and even follow him to the front door to ensure his departure. You sigh as you stare out the window. Jimin throws his arm around you to pull you closer. "____ I-"

You jerk away and feign shock. "I forgot, we need to get Tae!" You rush to the closet, your face flushing. This is normal. Jimin is always touchy. You slept with him wrapped around you last night for pete's sake! So why did it seem like there was something more to his show of affection? You tore open the closet door.

Taehyung is quick to spring up. "Let's go party!" He pulls you to the kitchen. It's surprisingly empty besides the few boys from your small friend group. Namjoon, Seokjin, Hoseok. Even Min Yoongi was there. "Hey! Hoseok shouted. "I haven't seen you since...." He taps his chin in thought. "Hobi. I saw you yesterday." You mutter. "Ohhhhh yeah!"

They were wasted. Seokjin stumbled over to you and you gripped his waist to keep him from falling. "____" He slurred, "I officially signed the papers... Joonie too. I-" Hiccup. "We're your new dads." You laughed and shook your head. "Gee, thanks, dad." He ruffles your hair a little too roughly and leaves to pour another cup of an ominous looking liquid into his cup.

The atmosphere suddenly turns awkward and Taehyung is quick to break the tension. "Let's play a game! Bring the pitcher, we're moving this party to the basement." Hobi lets out a too loud whoop and the group follows Tae out of the kitchen. Somewhere along the journey Jimin joins in and when you turn to him he flashes you a confused look.

You ignore it and the group halts as you reach the basement door. Taehyung always keeps it locked even though there's nothing of value stored there. It's where he could be himself with his friends and not have to keep up the rich host act.

He stepped aside to let you file down the stairs and you kept a close watch on the others, making sure they didn't tumble down. Once you were there, you clicked on the lights and Taehyung cut in front of you to spread pillows out on the floor. Everyone sat on a pillow in a small circle and poured themself a cup from the pitcher. Tae, who sat across from you, handed you a cup. You were too lazy to fight him. One cup couldn't hurt.

He groaned as he stretched his arms up, "It's so nice to get away from all the noise. Being the life of the party can be sooooo exhausting." You roll your eyes. "Then why do it? Why host parties and get wasted all the time?"

He gazes into your eyes before turning them to the ceiling. "It makes me forget how sad and lonely I am, I guess..." He opens his mouth to speak again but Namjoon drunkenly interjects. "That's dark, dude..." "Didn't know you were so emo" Yoongi adds.

Taehyung scoffs and Jimin changes the subject. "Let's play a game or something!" Everyone agrees. You end up playing truth or dare and the game is surprisingly tame. All the truths are about who has a crush on you and it's hard to believe that you're with 20-year-old men. The dares are mild too. Just kisses and prank calls. Finally, you decide to wrap it up and the group heads back upstairs.

The party has mostly died down, just a few couples making out in various corners and a group of people dancing. Tae turns off the music and cups his hands around his mouth to shout, "PARTY'S OVER PEOPLE TIME TO GO HOME!" To which they groan and stumble out of the oversized house. Jimin grabs your shoulder, "Let's get these guys home."

You look at Tae whos now picking up shards of glass from a vase while grumbling. "You know what Jimin? I think I'll stay here and help clean up." You turn back to Jimin, "Besides, I didn't even realize Joon and Yoongi were here. We can't even all fit in the car." He frowns and nods. "Are you sure though? I can drive back... I don't mind." You smile and pinch his cheek assuringly. "Of course, Jiminie. Just be careful driving!" He smiles widely and leaves with the four drunken men.

"Why are you still here?" Taehyung squints at you, holding a trash bag. You shrug and smile, "I figured I could help clean up... It can't be fun to fix this all by yourself." You motion to the messy living room. He nods with a small smile and you both busy yourself with cleaning.

By the time you finish, it's 3:30 in the morning and you're exhausted. Tae leads you to his large bedroom and you both plop down on the king sized bed, staring at the ceiling. "You sure you don't want to change into some pajamas? I'm sure they'd fit you." He asks, not making a single move. You groan. His designer, silk pajama set would probably feel like heaven but honestly? "I'm too tired to move."

"Same." he mumbles. "How can you be so lonely?" You ask, bringing up the conversation you had in the basement. He rolls over to face you and you do the same. He hums, looking at the ceiling again. "I know it may sound cheesy but... I wonder if anyone will really love me." You snort and he looks back at you.

"What are you saying? Everyone loves you." You sigh. He frowns. "You really believe that? I thought you were smarter." You gasped, offended, but let him continue. "They love the guy who's open to trashing his house every weekend. I doubt half of them even know my last name..." He trails off and you reach out to grab his hand. "You know our lil squad is always here for you Tae. We all love you, we just express it differently. Someday you'll find the right person."

He smiles and ruffles your hair with his free hand before pulling the covers up and you both drift off.

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amora-recs · 5 years

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pinky promise┊park jimin

des: “let’s make a promise. a pinky promise.”

word count: 3.8k

a/n: listen y’all: this wasn’t supposed to be over 500 words, but i got really invested in it,, so here you go,,, enjoy.

“Would you please stay still?" you whined to Jimin, who couldn't help but laugh even more as he kept twirling around. "I need you to not move for just a few minutes, is that so hard to do?" a groan escaped your lips as you continued to complain to your best friend.

Jimin didn't answer, instead preferring to hum along with the almost silent melody playing. Although you would have adored seeing Jimin dance, going through endless hours of supplementary classes with Mrs Choi wasn’t on your to-do list. Shivers immediately overtook you just thinking about it.

“Look, we can play ballerinas later,” you tried to explain after gently placing your camera down, standing up more than ready to give Jimin a piece of your mind, “just a few poses and we’re done!”

“What if I want to play ballerinas now?” you would have loved nothing more than to rip that pretty smile of his off his face, but your portfolio was in dire need of him. “Plus, wouldn’t a photo in motion be better?” he asked, walking right behind you as you picked up your beloved camera. His smile died the moment you turned around, a glare plastered on your face. “Y’know, if you keep glaring like that you’ll get wrinkles.”

“Jimin, I swear to God –”

“Fine, fine,” he gave up, finally sitting down on the stool you prepared for him. Things were thankfully pretty silent except for a few giggles here and there. And after fifteen minutes, just like you said, you were done. Despite being tiring, you loved taking photos of Jimin. You loved doing it so much you were sure you would have filled up your portfolio with photos of Jimin alone by now. And who could blame you? From head to toe, he was stunning.

As much as you loved photography, dealing with deadlines, professors and life in general were more than you could handle. A long sigh could be heard as you slowly packed up the few pieces of equipment you brought, not ready for the upcoming all-nighter. Fortunately, Jimin promised he would keep you company since he was keen on supporting his best friend and had nothing better to do. Just as you were about to pick up your bag, something caught your attention. It was a piece of paper, a letter to be exact. It was just an ordinary letter, you thought before you caught a glimpse at the words “Park Jimin” and “Congratulations” together in the same sentence.

“Have you seen my…” words got caught in his throat as shock took over his features.

“You’re going to AVA?!” a rosy blush painted Jimin’s cheeks, bashfully scratching the back of his head. Despite the jumble of emotions you were going through all at once, you hurriedly hugged him, crumbling the letter you were still holding in the process. You knew you should have felt happy for Jimin, it was one of his biggest dreams after all, but you couldn’t help your poor heart as it slowly broke into pieces. “How did this happen?”

“I have been apparently invited thanks to an old teacher’s recommendation, and I’ll be going as his protégé,” he whispered, hugging you tight against his chest, ”but I wasn’t really planning on going.“ Jimin continued with a sad smile.

Your eyes became the size of golf balls as you stared at him in disbelief. What was that supposed to mean? In the past four years you’ve known Jimin, going there was his greatest wish. So why wouldn’t he go? “Are you stupid? How can you possibly say that?!” you questioned as you kept hitting his chest. “This is your biggest chance! Don’t throw it away like that!” it was true. The academy was renowned for its worldwide known artists, especially choreographers. If anyone deserved to be known, it was definitely Jimin. You loved teasing him, calling him a ballerina and so on, but all in all, you knew he was talented. And such talents deserved to be known.

“I know, it’s just that I don’t want to go to France –”

“If you’re thinking about not leaving because of me,” you interrupted him, taking hold of one of his hands as you led him out the studio. You knew him all too well. Jimin was a sweetheart through and through. Of course he wouldn’t want to leave you. And judging from the way his expression changed, you were more than sure you were right, “you have nothing to worry about! How long you’ll be staying, anyway?”

“One year.”

Exhaustion took over your body the moment you touched your bed. Your conversation with Jimin ended shortly after, leaving you puzzled and overwhelmed. The sleepover became long forgotten as you both parted ways the first chance you had. It was an uncomfortable subject for both you and Jimin to talk about. Thousands of thoughts were running through your mind, a small ball of anxiety slowly but surely building up. Jimin was going to leave, there was no denying in that. It was an opportunity he couldn’t just turn down for some flimsy photographer. You knew he’d be amazing. You knew he’d be a star.

A sudden need to procrastinate struck you, Mrs Choi being one of your least worries at the time, but knowing you wouldn’t be able to hear the end of it, you stood up, grabbing your laptop from the nightstand and your camera, not ready to dive into the wonderful world of editing. It wasn’t anything too interesting. At first at least.

As you were selecting the photos, you came across a few oddballs. You smiled, looking through the pictures of your first year in college with Jimin. Not many things have changed since then. You were still you, and Jimin was still Jimin. You were still here, and Jimin was still here. For now, at least. He will be leaving for France who knows when. You were too shocked to even ask. And he’ll be gone a year. A whole year. It was heartbreaking and amazing at the same time. You knew he won’t forget you, he’ll come back and that you’ll finally be able to confess. Or so you’d like to think. Your buzzing phone made you realise you were crying and that you got a new message from Jimin.

jiminnie: are you ok? [10:50 pm]

As you kept wiping your tears away, you thought about a good way to answer him. You didn’t want to worry him any more.

you: yeah wdym? [10:52 pm]

jiminnie: well, it’s a lot to take in all at once [10:52 pm]

jiminnie: i’m sorry. i was waiting for the right moment to tell you. [10:53 pm]

Of course, he would. Waiting for the right moment to tell you he wasn’t going.

you: don’t worry, i get it. it’s not something you can just casually drop in a conversation. [10:53 pm]

jiminnie: yeah… [10:53 pm]

jiminnie: anyway, wanna go on a date tomorrow? :D [11:09 pm]

The moment the word ‘date’ popped up on your screen, you snorted. Park Jimin, your best friend and your secret crush, was asking you on a date? Tomorrow? It wasn’t unusual for Jimin to act like the dearest peach there was, and going on little dates like this was his way of showing how much he loved spending time with you. You couldn’t help but beam at your screen as you typed your answer.

you: that would be lovely. [11:10 pm]

jiminnie: great! pick you up at 4? [11:10 pm]

you: of course!! <3 [11:11 pm]

Just like he said, he was by your doorstep at four, ready to pick you up and take on your date. Or so-called adventure, as he liked to name it. Jimin made your destination unknown to you, talking about things such as the element of surprise. It was only when your walk came to an end that you realised what Jimin meant when he called it an ‘adventure’. It brought a smile to Jimin’s face to see your hilarious expression.

“We’re going to Lotte World?” you asked, letting out a breathy chuckle. Of course, he would bring you to Lotte World. He loved going to the aquarium, especially with you. Although most of the time crammed, Jimin loved walking around the aquarium, having meaningful conversations along the way. Since going to Busan every time he felt down was too much of a hassle, visiting the pretty sea creatures was the closest thing to home. It was as if the water soothe all his worries. So it came as no surprise that he would bring you here in one of the most stressful times of his life.

You loved walking around with Jimin. Just like the water soothed Jimin, his presence alone soothed you. Words weren’t needed as you both walked in silence. It always started like this. You would be wandering for a few minutes, without uttering a single word, until you’d find the jellyfish tank and talk there. You found it funny how every time you’d take a different route as if that would change the end result. This time was no exception. In the end, you still found yourself admiring Jimin’s contagious smile as he awed in wonder at the numerous jellyfish in front of him.

“So,” you started, feeling the urge to look down, eyeing your still intertwined hands. Another thing you absolutely adored about him. He loved physical contact. It wasn’t anything perverted, he just enjoyed showing his appreciation through gentle touches such as this one, “is there something you want to talk about?”

“Not really.” he didn’t turn around, still mesmerized by the marine creatures, casting thousands of deep violet and azure shadows across his face.

“That’s a lie and you know it.”

“No…” he turned around to look at you. “Well, maybe. But I have a good reason why I didn’t bring it up.”

“And I would love to hear why.”

For a moment, he let go of your hand, feeling himself getting nervous. His safe place didn’t seem so safe all of a sudden. “Because I don’t want to upset you.” his answer made you roll your eyes, already able to fathom what he was about to say.

“I’m a big girl, Jimin. I’m sure I can handle it.”

He took a deep breath as if preparing to go on stage, his smile ready to falter any moment. “You see,” he started, but then stopped, preparing himself for what was about to come, “I don’t really want to leave you –”

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence,” you said, walking towards him as he took a few steps back away from you. The moment you were facing each other you took hold of his shoulders, staring deep into his brown sorry eyes, “I don’t know how many times I’ll have to tell you this, but I’ll say it a million times if I need to. I am going to be fine.”

“I know, it’s just that I can’t help but feel all fidgety about this,” he replied, displaying one of his rare bitter looks. “Can’t you just come with me?” Jimin continued with a mutter, laughing to himself shortly after.

“You know I can’t.” you mimicked the same hurt smile, loosening your grip on his shoulders. “But it shouldn’t matter. Because this is it, Jimin. This is your big chance.” you started whispering, trying your hardest to ignore the few passersby who kept staring at you two.

Just before Jimin was about to say something, you were so rudely interrupted by his phone. His expression only worsened as he kept staring at his phone screen. “It’s work. I have to go.” he sighed, allowing one of his hands to messily roam through his hair. “I promise we’ll continue talking later,” he said before engulfing you in a bear hug. You used to think Jimin’s hugs were the best. They were so warm, so full of love. But this one was different. It was so sad. It made you want to cry.

After that day, you never got to talk later. Of course, you saw Jimin almost every day, going on little dates in the park, even at a concert, but as his leave grew closer and closer, he kept trying to avoid the subject, to dodge any questions. And that day, at the dance studio, was no exception. Although a bit childish, Jimin has always been camera-shy. The occasions in which Jimin would ask you to take photos of him were rare. So him asking you to take a video of him out of nowhere surprised you to say the least. It was quiet except for the mellow music playing. It became background noise as your eyes were focused on Jimin. He was really something else while dancing. His every move made you gasp in awe, every little glance he threw your way making your heart flutter in the best way possible. It made you so happy to see him dance again, even if it constantly reminded you that he’d have to leave you soon. It made you feel horrible for even wishing he’d stay here instead.

“I know my dancing is good, but I never knew it is good enough to make you cry.” Jimin panted out, wiping away the few tears from the corner of your eye. “Are you ok?”

“Yes, of course,” you answered letting out a sniff. You felt like a baby for crying in front of him. He didn’t need to deal with any other nuisances. “Just a little tired, I guess.”

“So you start crying whenever you’re tired?” his question made you both laugh, as he took hold of your hands. “How about we take a break?” as if it was already planned, the music was smoother, entrancing you into a gentle atmosphere that surrounded you and Jimin as he dragged you from behind the camera.

“We’ll take a break later.”

“You don’t sound very convincing.”

“Jimin, I need a few more takes.”

“We have enough.” he shushed, twirling you around as you tried to escape his enchanting gaze. “Just five minutes.” he brought you close to his chest, pulling you into his little jig. “Just dance with me for five minutes.”

Although reluctant, you wordlessly agreed, leaning your head against his chest as you hummed along with Jimin’s heartbeat. It felt warm, leaving you wanting more of these moments. It was easy to tell Jimin was enjoying himself as well.

“Is this why you wanted me to film you?” he chuckled, the vibration resonating through his chest.

“Not really. As shocking as it might sound, I actually need the video.”

“What for?”

“For y’know… AVA.”

“Weren’t you already recognized as eligible for the program?” his words caught your attention, bothering you in the process.

“It’s more of a reference thing, I’m not really sure.” he sighed but spun you around nonetheless. “They suddenly emailed me this morning, telling me I should submit a video before I leave.”

This rose more than a few burning questions. When was he leaving? Was he actually going to leave? If so, was he ready? It intrigued you to no end. Your face might have made it obvious.

“I’m leaving the day after tomorrow if that’s what you’re wondering.” his answer made you audibly gasp, slightly pushing Jimin away. He was leaving the day after tomorrow?! And he didn’t bother to tell you up until now?!

“I hope you’re not planning on bailing at the last second.”

“Is that how you really think of me? Of course not! This is my big chance, after all.” and with his sigh, your song came to an end, leaving both you in a more than awkward silence.

It ended just like a month ago. Your discussion with Jimin fell short, leaving you miserable and bothered on your way home. It felt horribly repetitive. Like you were stuck in some soap opera. It became even worse as you looked through the footage of your little break with Jimin. Even though it lasted only a few minutes, it was so pretty and so fun. It was nice. There were so many things to do, to talk about, to sort out, but you couldn’t even get up. All you did was watch the five minutes clip over and over again, wishing it was just a tiny bit longer.

The next day wasn’t any better. Nostalgia took over your body as you started crying. You’ll miss Jimin so damn much, it wasn’t even funny anymore. You couldn’t bring yourself to wake up, to eat, to answer your phone, to do anything. You felt so disappointed in yourself. Yet you did nothing, looking at the clean white walls of your bedroom for what seemed like endless hours as if your body shut down. And you couldn’t understand why. It was such a useless thing to do. And you hated that. It was around midnight when you started watching the little clip again, more than ready to be you again. You did somehow manage to finish the supposed ‘reference’ video earlier that day and send it to Jimin, meaning you had all the time in the world to finish your little surprise.

By the time you were done, you collapsed the moment your head made contact with your pillow. Unfortunately, your very few hours of peace were stalled by your alarm. An awfully hoarse groan left your lips the moment you looked at your phone screen, realising after mere seconds that you had only a few hours left before Jimin’s departure. As if your body was on auto-pilot, you stood up, rummaging through your apartment desperate to catch up with Jimin. Your houses were relatively close to one another, taking you around a ten minutes run to finally reach his flat. You could feel your knees buckle as you panted your heart out. You promised yourself you won’t take the stairs for the next few years after the atrocity that just occurred. Weakly, you rang the bell, praying with heavy breaths that Jimin hasn’t left yet. As soon as the door opened, you straightened up, making eye contact with a more than not ready Jimin.

“Why are you shirtless?”

“Because I just woke up.” he murmured in a hoarse voice, supporting his point along with the massive bed head going on at the time.

“Well, what are you doing? Come on, you have to get ready!” you huffed, dragging him inside as Jimin constantly tried to slow you down. “What about your baggage?”

“It’s not done.”

“What do you mean ‘it’s not done’?!”

“It’s not done because I’m obviously not going.” you let go of his hand, turning around to look at him. After all the crying and all those talks, he still wasn’t planning on going? For the second time in your life, you could hear your heart breaking. It felt awful. You felt awful.

With a long sigh, you took hold of his hand again, this time slowly softening your grip as you guided him towards the living room. You felt the sudden need to sit down with Jimin. “Is there something wrong, Jimin?” you’ve asked him this question many times before, but this time, it felt different. You weren’t angry, your voice was soft as silk, luring him in. It was Jimin who tightened his grip on your hand as he kept looking down, disappointment splattered across all over his face. “Why don’t you want to leave?” he was at a loss of words. He couldn’t answer you. Or at least he didn’t want to. He could tell he hurt you, and so hesitation became a constant sentiment in Jimin’s heart. It struck you as odd to see him this closed off. Usually, he would open up immediately about what’s bothering him, brushing it off with a sweet smile shortly after. It worried you to no end to be face to face with this Jimin. As time continued to go by, Jimin continued to say nothing. It was as if he was collecting his thoughts, thinking about what to say.

“I’m just scared,” Jimin finally whispered, afraid to accept what he felt, “I’m scared I’m gonna mess everything up.” he continued as he kept tracing your knuckles, trying to calm his rapid heartbeat. “Plus you can’t come with me, so I’ll basically be alone. And you know how much my French sucks!”

“You’re such an idiot sometimes, you know that?” you giggled, finally giving him the USB stick you were holding. “We can always video call and text each other! So whenever you’re sad, just know that I’m one call away.”

“It’s not the same thing…” he kept whining, inspecting the little stick you just gave him.

“With that attitude, it sure isn’t.” he laughed at your reply, sitting just the tiniest bit closer to you. “And as I said before, you’ll do great Jimin. And I know how much you’ve wanted this…” you said drowsily, the lack of sleep slowly getting to you. After that, none of you continued your conversation. You tried your hardest to convince Jimin why he should leave. It was up to him whether or not he would go, you just wanted to make sure you weren’t the one holding him back.

You couldn’t remember when, but Jimin got up. In what seemed like a few minutes because of your nap, he was ready. You didn’t know what to do. Should you cry? Should you laugh? It all felt so surreal! The next you knew, you were at the airport, walking along Jimin, looking for the airline desk. You still couldn’t believe what was about to happen. Jimin was about to be gone. For a whole year. It hurt just to even think about it. But you knew it was the best thing that could happen to Jimin, so you smiled. You smiled as he came back, all ready to go through security and board the plane. All ready to leave you. You smiled as he tightly hugged you, his scent, his presence immediately invading every part of your being.

“I’m gonna miss your hugs so much,” you mumbled, afraid to ruin your moment, feeling tears run down your face.

“I’ll miss you too,” he chuckled, clearing away your tears as always, to which you hugged him tighter, “you really should stop crying. Who knows, I might change my mind.”

“Don’t even joke about that!” you whimpered, pinching his arm.

“Then here,” he said holding out his pinky finger. “Let’s make a promise.”

“a pinky promise?” you snorted but intertwined your finger nonetheless, feeling your heart flutter at his little grin.

“Promise me you’ll stop crying.”

“Then you’ll have to promise to come back!” you squealed a little too excitedly, making Jimin’s smile grow.

“I promise,” he said, pecking your lips before going, ready to pass through security, leaving you breathless.

You’ll really miss Jimin, your soon-to-be boyfriend.

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Home for Christmas (Parker x MC)

3rd Day of Christmas

Summary: It had been a few years since everything had finished with the cult and the lake has been finished. Parker and Erin broke up when she returned to college, and they hadn’t seen each other since. This year, however, Erin was returning to town for Christmas. That’s when they ran into each other…

Notes: I don’t own any of these characters.

Rating: PG

Tags: @boneandfur @littlecrookedheart @syltti78 @regina-and-happiness @flyawayboo @alegria1580 @boneandfur @llamasgrl @tmarie82 @indiacater

“I’ll be there soon,” I promised my brother. I hadn’t been home to Pine Springs since everything that had happened with the lake and cult. I still talked to Tom and Danni every once in a while, but after I left for college, things were never the same with Parker and me.

“I miss you a ton. I know Parker misses you too, and he watches out for me just like he promised you...” Elliot trailed off.

“I have to go. The roads are icy, and I don’t want to get to get into an accident.” I replied in hopes he would drop the subject of Parker.

When I went away to college, I thought Parker and I would say in touch. We had only been dating a few months, but everything just felt right. However, distance caused major issues. We both decided it was for the best if the two of us went our separate ways. Elliot said Parker never stopped looking out for him. Danni and Tom both informed me that Parker wasn’t as happy as he once was and that he often took it out on others.

I turned right and towards town. It was snowing heavily, and it made difficult to see too far in front of me. I had my brights on, but that didn’t seem to help with the visibility. That’s when I saw a deer run into the road with her fans. I slammed on the breaks, but the icy roads carried my car into the ditch. I attempted to open the door, but I was stuck. I pulled out my phone and began texting Elliot.

Me: Help?

Elliot: What happened

Me: I didn’t want to hit some deer... so now I’m stuck in a ditch in my car

Elliot: Parker is on his way

Me: Wdym

Me: Elliot!

I tried a few more times to get ahold of Elliot, but nothing was working. I heard a scraping noise on the outside of the car. I began pushing against my door. My door suddenly flew open, and I was thrown from my car.

“Are you okay?” Parker asked, helping me up from the depths of the cold snow.

I brushed off my clothes and looked up at him. He looked different now, which I was expecting, but I wasn’t expecting him to have some scruff. Along with that, he looked physically exhausted.

“Hi...” I mumbled.

He looked down at the ground. “Hi...”

“Hey, I-”we both spoke at the same time. “You can go first.”

I took a breath. “I wanted to talk to you, but I didn’t know it would be like this.”

Parker smiled. “You did?”

I began walking over to his car. “Don’t make a thing out of it, Shaw.”

“Come on. Parker is amazing... Don’t let him slip out of your hand.” Danni stated. “He really does care about you.”

I sighed through the phone. “I just don’t get it. One minute he’s strong and confident, and then the next, he’s all flustered. Parker just mixes in anger.”

“Are you sure you both want to do long distance?” asked Tom, who was with Danni in her car.

“Don’t ask dumb questions, Tom!” Danni snapped, and I heard a slap in the background. “Listen, Erin, it’s not our call to make, but we know how much you both care about each other. Please, don’t lose him. It’s been almost a year, and with school getting out soon, you’ll be coming back to Pine Springs.”

I sighed. “Actually, I won’t. I got a huge chance at an internship in Cordonia to work for the new duchess. I agreed to take it.”

I slammed the door to Parker’s jeep shut. It was the same that it had always been. He kept it cleaner than I ever had in my own car. I looked at the dashboard to see a picture of our old group still tapped up. Parker said he kept it up there to remind him to be careful because he had people to come home to.

Parker opened the door to his car and climbed in. “I missed you.”

I looked down at the floorboard, messing with my fingers. “I missed you, too.” In all honesty, I did miss him. I missed all of him. His smile. That fucking smile that anyone could fall in love with. I missed our late night calls. The inside jokes. Our friendship. I missed all of it but the tears.

He turned the keys and started the car. We began to roll forward and onto the road. “You said you wanted to talk.” He whispered.

I nodded, still not making eye contact. I knew that the moment I did, I’d give into Parker. “I did. I’m sorry that shit hit the fan and ended the way it did.”

He took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. “I understand why you took the internship. I was upset at the time, but it didn’t give me the right to react the way I did.” I looked out the window at the snow. I watched as the flakes hit the car and melted away.

Every Friday, Parker and I would have an unofficial date over FaceTime. I was excited to share the news with him. “I have good news!” I smiled.

“You’re coming back to Pine Springs?” He asked.

My heart sank and the smile faded. “Actually, I got an offer to work as a press secretary for the new dutchess of Cordonia. It’s going to take all summer.”

“You’re joking, right?” Parker asked. “I thought that you were coming back...”

I looked down at my now empty plate. “I’m so sorry... I wanted to, but this is a huge thing for me!”

“Whatever. You’re going to the opposite side of the globe!” He yelled. “We’re never going to get to talk because I’ll have to work when you’re free or vice versa. Did you even think about us?”

I nodded, trying to defuse the situation. “Of course I did! I took this for you, for us. It’s an experience of a lifetime, and I can use that to help us one day.”

He rolled his eyes. “Maybe you’ll meet a noble and date instead. Just have at them. Maybe it would’ve been better had we not met.” He slammed the laptop shut without another word. My heart broke at those words, but there was nothing I could do.

I slammed the door to the Jeep shut. I looked around to discover that it was the same way it always has been. It was clean on the inside, and I knew Parker hated trash in his car. I inspected the dashboard to find the pictures still tapped up. One of the whole group and one of him and I. He tapped them up there because it said it helped him drive better, and that it gave him people to come home to.

Parker climbed in the car and started it. We both reached for the seat warmer at the same time. “Sorry.” We said.

I pulled my hand away. “Thank you for getting me out of that car.”

He pulled out onto the road, ice crunching beneath the tires. “It’s no big deal.”

I stared at the floorboard while playing with my fingers. I was nervous seeing him again. All the butterflies in my stomach from the first time we met were returning. “It is to me...” I croaked.

He dove about a mile before either of us began to speak again. “You said you wanted to talk.”

“Yeah...” I whispered. “I’ve missed you...”

He glanced over at me. “Really?”

I nodded. “Yeah, I did.” I took a deep breath and realized it slowly. “I missed us...”

Parker stopped at the stoplight, putting on his turn signal. “I do, too, but it’s just better like this.” He pulled onto the road that leads to my grandpa’s house. “You have a year of college left, and then, you have to get a job. I know you wanted to go to LA or New York City.”

“I actually finished college a semester earlier than expected. Everything has been finalized, and I’m actually back in town to find a job...” I tailed off. I saw a smiled dance on his lips. “I need to look out for Elliot.”

He pulled into my old driveway. Once he put the car in park, he turned to face me. “So you’re head to stay?”

I nodded. “Yeah, for now. I don’t know if I’ll stay or not.”

He sighed ever so lightly. “I hope you stay.” We both sat there for a bit, the light music from the radio piercing through the silence. Parker cleared his throat and began speaking. “There’s a Christmas party at Robbie’s house tonight. He started hosting them as a thank you to the town for forgiving him for what his father did.”

“Do you want me there...” I whispered.

He nodded. “It’d be nice if you were, but I understand if you don’t want to come.”

“I’ll see if I can go. I’m sure Elliot will want to since he and Robbie are dating.” I explained. “Thanks for a save.”

“Do you care if I come inside and check in on Elliot? I do it once a day, and I know you’re here, but I still want to check up on him.” Parker explained.

I pulled the door to his jeep open. “After you.” We went up to the door, and without knocking, we went in.

“You’re here!” Elliot yelled, running at me and jumping into my arms, tackling me onto the floor. “I missed you!”

“I missed you, too, but get off of me!” I laughed. He stood up and Parker helped me up.

Elliot raised an eyebrow, giving me the ‘look’ without Parker catching our glances at each other. “Are you going to the party tonight?” Elliot asked.

I shrugged. “Do you want me there?” He nodded. “Okay, then I’ll go. Can you help me choose something?” I grabbed Elliot’s hand and dragged him up to our old room. I shut the door rapidly behind us.

“What the heck is wrong with you?” Elliot asked, rubbing his wrist. “Are you nervous with Parker around?”

I picked up a pillow and threw it at him. “Shut up! It’s not like that!” I began frantically digging through my closet.

I felt Elliot roll his eyes from behind me. “Then why are you throwing clothes all over the place?”

“Maybe I want to look nice,” I responded, pulling out a deep burgundy dress. I began to put it on while Elliot changed into a suit. I tried to get the zipper, but I couldn’t reach it. I turned to ask Elliot for help, but he wasn’t there. I walked softly down the stairs in my heels to find him.

“What are you doing?” Parker asked from behind me, scaring me and making me gall down the rest of the stairs. I prepared myself to hit the floor, but Parker caught me.

He helped me up and I brushed my clothes off. “Thank you. Um, anyways, I needed help getting my dress zipped up the rest of the way.” I muttered. Parker motioned for me to turn around. I did, and his fingers gently skimmed my skin. I could hear his breath quicken as well as his heartbeat.

He checked me out and smirked. “You look amazing, Erin.” He smiled. I noticed that he changed into that damn suit that did things to me.

“Hate to break up the love fest, but we have to get going if we want to get there on time. I left grandpa a note for us, Erin.” Elliot explained. The three of us rushed out of the house and to Robbie’s house.

The house still looked almost the same. Robbie gave the place a needed paint job, but the place was also decked out in Christmas decorations, which made my subconscious not remember the brutal things that happened here.

About an hour into the party, I find Parker, alone in a doorway. I slid up next to him. “Hey, are you all good?”

He glanced around and nodded slowly. “It’s weird being back here.”

I half smiled. “I know what you mean.” A slow song came on as I inspected Parker’s face for any hint that he wasn’t okay. I tapped him on the shoulder. “Would you like to dance?”

“Oh! Okay!” He blushed. I let him onto the dance floor and wrapped my arms behind his back. “I remember the last time we were here.”

“I mean, we did almost die.” I joked, trying to lighten her mood. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, this is where I knew that I liked you.” Parker smiled as wee swayed.

“Where were we last time we were here?” I asked. He raised an eyebrow I leaned in towards his lips, brushing mine against his.

“I think right about here.” He whispered. “I’ve... thought about this.”

“Really?” I asked, him nodding he’s in response. “Funny, you said that last time we were here.” I pulled him in as he did the same to me. All the feelings of longing for Parker in our time apart sent pulses down my spine. He pulled me closer, kissing growing more and more feverish by the second. We both pulled back and smiled.

Funny how history has a way of repeating itself...

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