|| Serendipity - Jimin|| The stars are floating And we are flying It's really not a dream Don't be nervous, take my hand Now, we'll become us Let me love you _______________________ ♣ ♢ ♛ ♢ ♠
"Yeah I know it's hard to believe," Jimin read y/n's shocked expression. "But it's true. Jungkook, Tae, and I were best friends...once upon a time."
Jimin looked down wistfully, reminiscing about his past that he had with his two best friends that he considered brothers.
"There's just no way..." y/n said quietly, still feeling shock.
She was having a hard time picturing the three as best friends, considering how they all act towards each other now.
"What happened to you guys then?" y/n asked.
His eyes turned away towards the view as he slouched and placed his elbows onto the railing, with hands clasped together.
"We three were really close back then, and I basically acted as an older brother to those two, but especially to..." he took a deep sigh, "to Jungkook since he was the youngest. I became close to Taehyung and met Jungkook through him. We all kind of connected in some way, I can't really explain it. It was like three of us against the world. We always had each other's back."
A placid smile curled up onto Jimin's face as he reminisced about his childhood friends.
"Those two were mischievous, always getting into trouble," Jimin was about to laugh but suppressed it, not allowing himself to feel any happy emotions towards the past. "And I always gotta come in and set them straight...but honestly they were good kids—especially Jungkook."
He managed to let out a small smirk but soon his expression turned dark.
"Then one day, when I was about fourteen years old, I had brought Jungkook and Taehyung over my home and at that time my mother had yet told me the truth. So when my mother had seen Jungkook, and realized how close we were, she had finally told me everything."
Jimin paused for a few moments, trying to shove the emotional pain that was resurfacing. Y/n had taken notice of his sudden paused and gently grabbed onto his arm leaning close to comfort him.
"I remember being so angry," Jimin spoke with a hint of frustration in his voice, "because I had went over towards the Jeon's house many times and had always wished I had everything he had. But the truth was all those things was what I should have been getting. I was just so angry at everything. My mother was depressed and I had to watch her deteriorate until she..." he paused, trying hard to calm his emotions. But y/n quickly gave him a side hug, leaning her head onto his shoulder.
"When I found out about the truth, I just couldn't look at Jungkook the same anymore," his voice held a lot of pain and sorrow.
"I just couldn't be around him. I hated seeing him living lavish with his little family, while my mother was suffering, having trouble making ends meet. On top of that my mother was killed by the hands of my half brother's mother. Ever since then I just put so much anger towards Jungkook and Junsu." He glanced down onto the view, going quiet, as y/n rubbed his back trying to comfort him.
"But that doesn't matter to me now, I have my hyungs," he finally spoke again, and look deep into y/n's glossy eyes. "And now I have you."
Y/n gave him a soft smile, feeling happy to hear those words come out of his mouth.
Jimin straighten himself up and faced y/n. "Babe, I'm so happy to be here with you. I just can't believe that you're mine now. I always thought that you would never get over Jungkook. But here you are now, with me in Paris—as my girlfriend."
"Baby, I..." his hands dropped down to y/n's waist, bringing her closer to him. "I love you."
Y/n's heart skipped a beat, feeling the butterflies in her stomach fluttering around. Her eyes gleamed with sheer happiness looking up at his loving eyes. She couldn't help but appreciate his beauty. He truly was so handsome in her eyes.
He was everything y/n could ever want. He was always there for her from the very start. He was the one that really turned y/n's life around. Without him, there's no businesswoman Kim y/n. She would have still been weak. He had seen y/n's potential before anyone else could. Through Jimin, she had realized her true worth.
"Why couldn't I just been with him back when we were in Japan?" Y/n thought to herself, as she admired the handsome man in-front of him—seeing him in a whole different light. "I was too hurt and blinded from the love I had for Jungkook, but this man in-front of me never once even yelled at me or intentionally hurt me."
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"I love everything about him. Not just his personality or how he cares and loves me. But his humour. He always somehow makes me laugh, even on days I feel down. He manages to always uplift me with his jokes. But his infectious smile is always enough to make me feel happy."
"Y/n...saranghaeyo," Jimin said again, interrupting her thoughts.
"Or in French, je t'aime." He smirked, as y/n's lips curled into a wide smile. "I promise I will never hurt you. I will give you all the love I can give and what you're deserving of."
Y/n was smiling with great affection from Jimin's words, she couldn't help but pull him in for a kiss. His full lips on hers, with great sweetness and warmth.
"I love you too, Jimin," y/n said breathlessly, as she slowly pulled away.
But he instantly pulled her right back in, claiming her mouth again, eager and hungry to taste the woman he been madly in-love with.
Y/n's whole body was tingling, as his arms wrapped around her. She knotted her fingers in his hair and melted against his body. As if time had stopped, they stood propped against the railing, glued to one another devouring each other's tongue and lips. By the time she became aware where his fingers were, they had already slipped under her dress.
His warm and eager hands caressing her thighs, underneath her black satin dress.
"Y/n..." he said, breathlessly, in between the kiss. "I want to show you just how much I love you."
"Then go ahead and show me," y/n said softly.
It sparked a dark excitement in his eyes and instantly lifted her up onto his torso, tongue kissing her as he brought her inside into their Parisian designed bedroom.
He gently laid her down and hovered over her. But he can't help but admire her below him, trying to savour every moment. His finger slowly and gently stroked her cheek, "Baby, you have no idea how much I've waited to fuck the—make love to you."
