Chapter Seventeen

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"Y/N, come here." Jimin says, grabbing you by your wrist and pulling you along, after the photoshoot was finished.

"Jimin? Where are you taking me?" you ask, confused.

"Just...come with me." he says, refusing to give you any other details.

He leads you into one of the empty conference rooms and closes the door behind you two.

"Jimin?" you ask, unsure of why you are here.

He sighs, running a hand through his hair.


"I know it's really not my place to ask you this, but..." he trails off.

"But what?"

"Are you...and Jin, you know, together?" Jimin finally asks.

You freeze at the suggestion. 

Were you two being that obvious? To the point where Chaeyoung and Jimin both suddenly found out? Or is it just a cruel twist of fate?

"How did you know?" you ask softly, after some silence. 

"Your cramps today confirmed it. You weren't on your period that time at my house; you were there to see Jin." he states, swallowing before continuing. "And I have a security camera in front of my house. Whenever I was outside for a few hours, you would enter and leave between that time."

After what happened with Chaeyoung, you don't want to lie anymore. Without thinking of Jin, you decide to tell Jimin about you two.


You told him pretty much everything. 

From how you two met, to the relationship between you two.

Once you started speaking, you couldn't stop the words that continued to come out of your mouth. The sentences just spilled out, one after another. 

"So you're saying that you've been coming to my house every week to fuck my chef?" Jimin finally says.

"Well, you don't have to put it like that." you say, emphasizing the last word.

"It's the truth, is it not?" 

You sigh, wishing that this won't end up the same way it did with Chaeyoung.

"Yes."

You and Jimin stay there, with you staring at the ground because you don't have the courage to look up and see those hateful eyes stare back at you.


"Why?" Jimin asks quietly. That one word conveyed everything he was trying to ask. Why did you do it? Why Jin? Why at his house?

"Because he made me feel things Taemin was never able to make me feel. Because he took my mind off of my breakup with Taemin." you admitted.

"Then how do you explain why you two were having sex at my house? Why not some hotel or even your place?"

"I don't have the answer for that. Really." You finally look up, but his eyes weren't full of hate, as you thought they'd be. "Jin just told me to go there and I guess I never really questioned the location. After the breakup, on the outside, I might not have seemed like it, but I was a mess inside. Taemin was the one who helped me get used to an idol's life after I debuted."

Although you didn't notice it, every time you mentioned Taemin's name, Jimin seemed to get a little angrier, a little more pissed off, each time.

A heavy silence laid between the two of you. 


"Do you like Jin?" Jimin asks. "I mean, after a breakup, people sometimes go for someone they like to mend their broken hearts."

"No."

"Then why him?" 

"Why does everyone have a problem with me fucking him? Stop judging my choices. First Chaeyoung, now you. And if this somehow gets out, the reporters are going to have a field day with this." you say, exasperated.

"And what does this even have to do with you?" you ask.

"Uhh, because you're fucking with my employee, in my house?" Jimin says, like it's the most obvious thing in the world.

"That's his personal life. Why do you even care?" you snap back.

"Because I like you." he blurted out. "And I don't like that another man gets to touch you like that."


You stood there, stunned and speechless by his sudden confession, even though you were hoping that you didn't hear him wrong.

"I want to be your boyfriend." Jimin continues.

"So you were jealous." 

He nods, a small pout beginning to form on his face. It's so adorable you know that you won't be able to stay mad at him for much longer. 

"This isn't how I meant to confess to you but..." Jimin mutters under his breath, before saying out loud. "I'm sorry, Y/N, I didn't mean to take it this far. My curiousity got the better of me."

"It's fine." Stupid mood swings, always getting in the way of important things. If only PMS doesn't exist...


He closes the between gap between you two and pulls you into a hug. You savour the warm feel of him, his body enveloping yours. 

Finally realizing that you still haven't given him an answer about his confession, you pull away from the hug and place your hands on his shoulders, but his arms still remained around you.

"I like you too." you say to him.

"Really? Not just as a friend or a fan?" he teases. You shake your head at him.

"Does that...mean...we're dating now?" you ask shyly.

"Unless you don't want t-"

"No I want to, but..." you blurted out, interrupting him and slipping your arms around him as well.

"But?"

"Can we not tell the public yet? Since it hasn't been that long since I ended things with Taemin I don't want our fans to misunderstand." you explain.

"I understand. We'll tell them whenever you're comfortable, alright, baby?" Jimin says. You blush at the way he calls you "baby". You take your hands and cover your flushed cheeks, but Jimin takes them and pulls them away. "Don't cover. It's cute when you blush." he says, smiling.

"What about Bang PD? Would he...be against us dating?" you ask, worried, since YG was stricter about things like that.

"I'll talk to him. He probably doesn't mind. Don't worry."


After he finishes, you two hear voices outside of the room. Someone rattles with the door handle, only to find it locked.

"Why is this locked?" staff #1 says.

"Is someone inside?" staff #2 says.

"Whatever let's just go get the keys then." staff #1 replies, and you hear their footsteps fade away.


"How confused do you think they'll be if they come back to find the door unlocked?" Jimin says, smirking.

You smile back at him, and the two of you leave the room, quickly and quietly. It's a miracle that no one has come searching for you two yet.

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