JIMIN ONESHOTS IMAGINES

Buried Alive

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When you are tired and wanted to go home but you are on a date with him.

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I tiredly flopped onto the bed, finally done with the mountain of paperwork my boss dumped on me. The deadline is tomorrow, but I finished it. Every last page. All I wanted now was to rest. Honestly, this constant work is starting to wear me down. I've been so consumed by my job that I barely make time for myself anymore.

I always bring my paperwork home just to avoid staying late at the office. I hate being there alone, especially at night.

Just as I sank deeper into the bed, my phone buzzed on the nightstand. I groaned a little, reaching for it only to smile like a fool when I saw the message.

It was from my boyfriend.

I had planned to take the day off to rest my back was killing me after sitting for hours hunched over those documents, but now that I've got this text? Forget rest. It's a date, and I want to make the most of it.

Park Jimin.

We met about six months ago and have been together for five. Everything's been going smoothly between us. No drama, no unnecessary fights. We both understand each other's schedules and respect each other's time, which is rare and refreshing.

I decided to get ready. Tonight felt special, and maybe a red dress would suit the occasion. The only issue was... well, me. I've had a lot of relationships before not that I'm a playgirl or anything. It's just that they either left me or I left them. A lot of exes, sure. But none of them ever felt like this.

Jimin feels different. I trust him... so much. And that alone feels weird to me. I barely trusted anyone before, but him? Somehow, I do. And I don't even know why.

He told me to meet him at a fancy restaurant not far from my apartment. When I arrived, I saw him waiting outside, standing tall and calm. He's never late, another thing I admire about him.

"I'm sorry if you had to wait," I said, and he took my wrist gently. "I just got here too, actually," he chuckled.

As we stepped into the restaurant, I was immediately blown away. The chandeliers sparkled like stars, and the whole place felt like something out of a movie. It was my first time in a restaurant like this.

When the waiter handed us the menu, I nearly fainted at the prices. "This is too expensive," I whispered through gritted teeth. "Order anything you want. I'll pay," he said, winking.

We placed our orders and waited. He reached for my hand, gently caressing it.

"How was your day?" he asked, his voice soft. "Tiring," I replied. The mountain of paperwork had drained me to my core.

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A little later...
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The date turned out to be wonderful memorable, even. But now, all I wanted was my bed.

Last night, I stayed up late working on the paperwork at home. I managed about three hours of sleep before forcing myself up to finish everything. My body ached, my mind buzzed, and honestly? I was running on fumes.

Jimin and I were now walking down a quiet alley near my apartment. It was already dark out, and he insisted on walking me home instead of letting me take a taxi. With all the news about kidnappings in the neighborhood, he said he didn't trust taxi drivers at night. I couldn't blame him.

"Are you tired, Y/N?" he asked with a warm smile. Tired? I was exhausted. I wanted to collapse right there.

"Just a little," I mumbled. "We're almost at your apartment," he said, glancing around to make sure the path was safe.

But my legs barely moved now. My body felt too heavy to carry, and my eyelids were starting to droop as we walked. We were close. But I wasn't sure I could make it those last few steps.

AUTHOR'S POV.

Soon, Y/N fell asleep against Jimin. He didn't have a choice but to carry Y/N in a bridal style. "She must be really tired today." A small smile creeped on his face.

The next morning, she woke up, but it was all completely dark. Nothing to see but darkness.

She let out the biggest scream hoping for someone to hear but as soon as she realised that he had buried her alive.

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