JIMIN ONESHOTS IMAGINES

One Condition

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When you are hungry and you called him to buy you foods but in a one condition.

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I was just chilling on the sofa, being lazy is something my parents always scolded me  "Clean your room!" they'd say. "Stop living like a potato!" Classic parent behavior.

But hey, I'm a college student now. I live in my own apartment since my university is way too far from my parents' house. They told me to change my ways now that I'm living alone, to grow up and take responsibility.

Yeah... no. I'm still lazy.

The only person who's ever really managed to change me, even just a little, is Park Jimin, my boyfriend. We started dating when I first got into college. I've always been a bit of a cold person, but somehow, he caught my attention.

It's a long story how I ended up saying yes to him. He's persistent, sweet... and let's be real, he looks so fine. He also somehow made me care about things like... cleaning.

Imagine that.

He comes over to my apartment all the time just to check if I've cleaned up. And if he finds even the tiniest speck of dirt? He punishes me.

Not like that, get your mind out of the gutter. I mean he makes me scrub the entire bathroom top to bottom. The audacity of that man.

Now here I am, all alone again, staring at a bunch of books on my table, books I've actually read, thanks to him. Jimin made me want to study, to do better, even if I pretended to hate it. I did hate it sometimes, especially when it felt like he was bossing me around.

But I get it now... after he told me something important. (Nope, not telling you what it was.)

Anyway, I reached for my phone, stomach growling like a monster, and called him.

"Hello, Jimin?" I asked, waiting.

"Yes?" His voice came through and wow it sounded so sexy I practically jumped with excitement.

"I'm hungry. Can you buy me food?" I asked sweetly, hoping for a yes.

"Uh... I'm kinda busy though." He replied.

I smirked. "I'll let you grab my boobs if you buy me food." I joked, trying not to laugh.

There was a pause and then... he hung up.

"That guy," I muttered, giggling as I dropped my phone. I slumped back into the sofa to wait, still amused until I heard a loud sound slam against the door.

"JIMIN?!" I gasped as he appeared in the doorway, holding paper bags overflowing with food.

"What the hell?! You almost broke my door, dumbass. Why are you so fast? Are you the Flash or something?" I said, eyes wide.

He raised his brows and set the bags on the table.

"I thought you were busy," I added, laughing.

"When it comes to those things," he said with a smug grin, "Park Jimin will always be present. Now..." he stepped closer with mischief in his eyes, "A deal's a deal. Let me collect my reward."

"Oh no—" I started, backing up as he came closer.

And that's how I ended up running from a very smug Park Jimin... in my own apartment... with a bag of fries in one hand and absolutely no regrets.

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