JIMIN ONESHOTS IMAGINES

Stop Courting

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When you confronted him to stop courting you.

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On a cold night in May, I finally decided to confront the man who had been courting me for the past seven years.

It all started back in college. Honestly, he was my enemy. I couldn't stand him. I'd go out of my way just to avoid him, he annoyed me to no end. But everything changed the day he came up to me, face flushed and nervous, asking if we could talk on the rooftop.

At first, I refused. I thought he was going to mock me again or throw some backhanded comment like he always did. But he was persistent, and eventually I gave in. That's when he confessed his feelings.

Back then, I felt nothing for him. Why would I? He was my enemy. I treated him like one because I thought that's how he saw me too. But when I told him I didn't feel the same, he didn't give up. He said he would wait for me, no matter how long it took. Even if we grew old.

I brushed it off. I didn't believe him. I thought he was just saying that, like most people do.

But he stayed. Year after year, by my side. He even changed his major, just to match mine. That's when I realized: this man was real. No one else would've stayed this long, especially with how stubborn and temperamental I can be. I started to treasure him. He became... precious.

"Y/N, why do you keep zoning out?" His voice snapped me out of my thoughts. "You keep stopping in the middle of our walk. Is something wrong? Tell me."

"I'm fine, Jimin," I said, smiling at him. "Are you cold? I can give you my—"

"No need," I interrupted. "Actually, Jimin... I have something to tell you."

We were standing on the beach one of my favorite places. I chose this night and this spot on purpose. It felt right. The sound of waves crashing softly against the shore filled the silence between us.

He gently took off his blazer and laid it on the sand before helping me sit down. "So? What is it?" he asked.

The wind brushed against my skin, and I shivered slightly. My heart pounded. I was about to break his.

"What if I told you... to stop courting me?" I looked directly at him, even though part of me wanted to look away.

He froze.

There was a flicker of pain in his eyes, but he quickly masked it. "It's fine," he said, voice quiet. "It's your choice. I'll respect it." But I could hear the tremble. He was breaking.

I asked, "So... you're really going to stop?" He nodded, eyes downcast. "Yes. I can't do anything else, right?" Then I saw it. His shoulders trembled. His head lowered. He was crying.

I felt awful.

I gently cupped his cheeks. "Do you want to know why I asked you to stop?"

He looked up at me through teary eyes. "W-Why?" he choked out. And I pulled him into the warmest hug I could give.

"Because," I whispered, "From now on... you won't be courting me anymore."

I paused.

"Because you'll be my boyfriend."

He pulled back slightly, eyes wide in disbelief.

"You... fool," he said, half-laughing, half-sniffling. "Why would you mess with me like that?"

"I'm sorry, my love," I said, calling him that for the very first time.

"What's the point of my life if you make me stop courting you like that?" he muttered, hugging me tightly again.

"You don't have to court me anymore," I said, chuckling. "Because from now on, I'm yours and you're mine. Let's get married after this."

His tears turned into laughter. I had made him cry, but in the end, it was all worth it. His reaction was priceless. I truly don't deserve someone like him. He's the greenest flag of all.

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