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In the Storm - Jimin (comfort)

A/N: Hey guys, Raven here, sorry it's been a while. I know I write a lot of Jimin stuff I'm sorry if you get sick of it 😭 but I wanted to do another chapter since it's been so long. Enjoy!

Rating - T (profanity)

Jimin's the cliché boy next door.

He's intelligent, witty, attractive, has abs... what else could you ask for in a person? He's by far the most attractive man you've ever laid your eyes on, and that's saying something. He has the sharpest jawline and the prettiest puppy eyes. There's only one problem: you have no idea how he feels about you. Does he even like you as a friend? Sure, the two of you have talked a lot and as next-door neighbors he comes over often, but it's never anything romantic.

You've been living alone in this stupid starter home for a solid year now, and there's a reason why you moved here. It never rains. Rain is beautiful to you, sure, but you're terrified of thunderstorms. Terrified of them to the point where you can't sleep, you feel a heavy weight on your chest, sometimes you even have panic attacks from the loud noises. And what's happening for the second time since you've moved here? Yes - a damn thunderstorm.

The first time you hid in the basement where it was quieter, but with a water leakage down there (thanks musty pipes) it's impossible to do that right now. And that leads you back to Jimin. Why you were thinking of him. Your phone is in your hands as you look out the window. His isn't open, but the curtains aren't down either, so you can see inside. He's plopped on his bed, staring up at the ceiling and playing with a little red ball he carries with him everywhere. You have three options. Knock on the window and get his attention, text him and distract yourself, or you can suffer alone.

Third option it is.

Another loud crack sounds off, your body shivering from the thunder. Well this keeps getting better and better, huh? You keep yourself curled up in a ball, your eyes falling to the bed. Minutes pass of you shuddering and rocking back and forth. More minutes. More and more, countless, probably a good half an hour of you crying because of the loud noises the storm produces. Then... your bedroom door creaks open.

"You're crying harder than usual. What's going on neighbor?" Jimin's sweet voice coos. You snap around to face him, eyes widening upon seeing him leaning against the door. 

"What the hell are you doing here?" you demand, moving to wipe your tears. He beats you to it, coming forward and sitting on the bed. He slips out of his shoes and jacket since they're wet (stupid rain), his thumbs brushing the moisture off your cheeks.

"You suck at locking your door," he comments, "and I saw you sobbing for like fifteen minutes from my window. You're pretty hard to ignore, you know that?" You look up at him and sniffle, embarrassed that he's seeing you like this.

 "It wasn't like I was screaming. You could've just closed the curtains." 

He tilts his head from side to side, "you're right, I could've."

Without explaining himself any further, he gets up and flicks off the light, plopping down on the bed after the darkness fills the room. "Jimin, what are you doing?" you ask. He takes your phone from you, placing it on your nightstand before he guides you down to hit the pillows. The tension in your body slowly eases, you relaxing against the mattress.

He reaches out, his black locks slightly covering his face while his hand places itself on your shoulder. "You're not alone, Y/n," he whispers, scooting a bit closer, "tell me what's going on. I'm here for you. I know I'm just a dumb guy next door, but I want to be your friend if I'm not already." You answer by smiling, completely forgetting about the thunderstorm. Instead you focus on his beautiful, deep eyes.

Jimin risks coming closer, you meeting him halfway. Soon enough you're practically smooshed on his chest, your hand going up to rest on his cheek. He goes still at that. "I moved here because there's rarely any thunderstorms," you explain, giving him a vulnerable expression, "I don't like loud noises very much, thunderstorms are the worst for me. My parents always made fun of me for it but... I can't stop myself. I panic and shake and, I don't know."

He tilts your head up with his index finger, his smile warming your heart. He pulls out that red ball of his and places it in your hand. "Jimin-" 

"My brother gave it to me," he interrupts, "he gave it to me to remind me that I'm always safe no matter where I am. Stupid, right? A little red ball that can fit in my pocket. It's been ten years and I've never lost it. Kept it on me everywhere I went at all times."

You give him wide eyes, Jimin closing your hand so you can hold it tightly. "Now I'm giving it to you, to remind you that you always have a dumb Park boy with you. Even if you move somewhere across the country, I'm with you." 

You can't stop the tears that trickle down your face, "Jimin..." He stares at you, brushing some of your hair out of your face. Then, he sighs. 

"Fuck it." 

"What-"

Jimin gently leans down, cutting you off completely. His lips brush by yours, and right away you gain the confidence to initiate the kiss. Although surprised he kisses back, holding you as close as humanly possible. You almost moan at the sensation, digging your fingernails into his back. He kisses you passionately, gripping your locks and pleasuring your lips in a way you've never felt before. It's not like you're some innocent girl either - you've had plenty of relationships. Plenty of kisses and sex. But this? This is nothing like you've felt before.

He parts from you, his thumb skimming over the skin on your lower lip. His eyes flutter open, the two of you staring. "I'm scared of thunderstorms too," he admits in a murmur, not moving his gaze away from yours. He never does. "So can I stay with you tonight?" he asks, almost ashamed of asking. You reply by snuggling up closer, him gasping at the proximity but not complaining.

"I like you too idiot," you mumble, "and thank you for the gift... and for being here. I don't need the ball anymore though, cause I'll always have you with me anyway." He sniffs and pulls you up against him. It's like it's never close enough for him. 

"You're my dream," he confesses in a hushed tone, "you've always been my dream, the second I laid my eyes on you." 

"You've been mine too," you reassure, closing your eyes. He kisses the top of your head, rubbing circles into your back. "

Goodnight baby," he mumbles, yawning ever so slightly. You chuckle, feeling a wave of tiredness rush over you. 

"Goodnight Minnie." And just like that, you and Jimin forgot about the thunderstorm completely.

Just a cute short chapter <3

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