JIMIN ONESHOTS IMAGINES

Condoms

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Your brother finds a box of condoms in your bag and he just finished showering so your brother thought of something.

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I'd been staring out the window for a full minute now, wondering how in the world I was supposed to solve these math problems. I even called my boyfriend over to help me. He's staying at our house for now since my parents are out of town, leaving just me and my brother alone.

That dumbass hasn't left his room all day, probably won't until tonight.

Jimin, on the other hand, is brilliant at Math. He's not just good at solving equations, he's good at everything. He's so perfect, I swear. I always try to understand it myself, but my poor brain just taps out at the first equation.

A loud bang on my bedroom door suddenly breaks my thoughts.

"Y/N!"

What now? I swing the door open, only to find my brother standing there with that big, goofy smile plastered on his face. "Don't give me that smile—it's creepy and ugly," I yawned.

"You can't even compliment your brother once?" he rolled his eyes. "What are you doing?"

"Why are you here?" I crossed my arms. He never comes to my room unless he wants something. "I wanna borrow your calculator. Please?" he begged, giving me those ugly puppy eyes that never worked on me.

Since I was using Jimin's calculator at the moment, I figured I could spare mine just this once. "It's in my bag," I said, too lazy to get it myself. "You're actually studying? Solving? For real? I can't believe it. Whose calculator are you using?" he asked, almost suspicious.

"Jimin's," I muttered, realizing too late that I'd forgotten something... Wait—what was it?

"Condoms?"

My eyes widened. I froze. My brother was holding a small box with a smug look on his face. I lunged for it, grabbing it out of his hands, but not before he smacked his head against the headboard trying to dodge me.

"Ouch!" he whined, rubbing the bump on his head. And here I was, still clutching the box like an idiot.

Great. Just great.

Then, like the universe wanted to make things worse, the door to the bathroom inside my room creaked open.

NO.NO.NO.

"Jimin hyung?"

I facepalmed hard. This was it, I was officially done for.

There stood Jimin, fresh from the shower, a towel slung low on his hips. Water was still dripping from his hair, sliding down his toned body like something out of a drama. I could barely breathe.

"What are you doing here, hyung?" my brother asked, still rubbing his head. "Y/N called me. She needed help with her Math homework," Jimin replied smoothly. My brother nodded but looked unconvinced. He eyed the box in my hand again.

"Maybe it's a different kind of math subject?" he said, pointing directly at the box of condoms. I wanted to vanish. I quickly shoved him out of my room. "Jimin's just here to help me study, okay? Now go! Take the calculator, my lovely brother. Goodbye!" I slammed the door and sighed in relief.

"When did you buy that?" Jimin asked, still standing there with a teasing look. "A-A week ago," I stammered. "I wasn't even thinking clearly. I'm throwing it away!" Before I could toss the box, he took it from my hand, inspecting it with an amused smirk.

"Size: Medium? That won't work," he said casually. "Next time, ask me. Medium won't even cover half. I use King Size." He winked.

I stood there, flustered, feeling about three inches tall. "W-What the hell...?"

"Don't worry. I already brought the right size." He leaned closer, gently pushing me toward the bed. "W-Wait? Isn't that too early and what about my Math?"

"Is it a crime to teach you other lessons too?"

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