FUDGE FATE || pjm x reader x myg

~ Chapter 24 ~

'Y/n! Jimin! You're here!' Hoseok greeted you as you walked in holding hands.

'We were just starting to make dinner, would you like to join us, Y/n? We are grilling!' Jin peaked out of the kitchen wearing a strawberry patterned apron.

Hobi noticed your affectionate embrace, 'Oh man, looks like I'm right again!'

'I'm sure he guessed it a while ago,' you thought.

Yoongi huffed through the door after finally lighting the grill. He swerved around you two and not-so-quietly shut the door to his in-dorm genius lab.

'Hey Jimin, I could really use a hand with these burgers,' Namjoon said from the kitchen, waving at him with his raw meat.

'Coming!'

You thought you should probably talk to Yoongi after yesterday. You hadn't overcame your fear of confrontation but you still plucked up the courage to knock and push your way in when you heard a gruff 'yes'.

Yoongi was leaning back in his desk chair and swivelled to face you with a blank expression on his face.

'Hey.... Can we talk about it?' 

He grimaced.

'There's nothing to talk about.'

'Oh please Yoongi...'

'I showed you how I feel about you and you clearly don't feel the same for me. You like Jimin, it's obvious, there's nothing more for us to discuss.'

You sighed. 'So that's how you feel about me?'

He huffed and turned the other direction.

'Do you remember the advice I gave you?' You paused. 'I said that if we are truly friends then we will find a way to overcome it. We are friends and, Yoongi, I desperately want to keep our friendship.'

He had turned back to you and looked at you with puppy dog eyes.

'Come here...' You extended your arms for a hug and he embraced you.

'I'm sorry, y/n.' He said sadly.

You shushed him, 'It's not something you need to apologise for. Don't be sorry.' You stroked his head comfortingly.

The rest of the evening was spent on their roof-top oasis. The grill crackled in the background as the fairy lights cast shadows across the eight of you. You joked and you laughed. It was a joyous time.

Namjoon pulled you aside part way through the evening to tell you about his experience being the first member of BTS. He told you how at the start he was uncertain about whether he would be able to make it in this career. He said that the moment you meet the rest of your members, your fear subsides immediately. He emphasised how working in a people business really does make you feel fulfilled at the end of the day.

You appreciated his advice. He gave you lots of things to think about, and you would continue to stew over it for the rest of the year.

The whole evening made you feel overwhelmingly like you belonged here. Like you would thrive in this environment and would truly have the best of times.

You looked over to Jimin as he laughed his head off at something Taehyung said. His eyes had almost disappeared while his rosey cheeks puffed out. His smile shone like a light house, guiding you to safety.

You couldn't help but love him.

The evening couldn't have made your decision harder. There were so many people who made you want to stay. Real, alive people who you could still make memories with. But there was that nagging in your chest calling you to your Iron Man suits. Maybe it was because of sunk cost bias - that all the years you've spent would go to waste. Or maybe it was that you have never imagined yourself as a singer, let alone a kpop idol. You thought you were a bit old, a bit short, not good enough at singing or songwriting or dancing, not someone people would be entertained by, the list of your perceived inadequacies could go on and on. 

That night, you borrowed Jimin's clothes again, different ones to last time but equally as comfy and encompassing of your smaller frame. You found your toothbrush where you left it, sharpied in big black letters at the bottom with your name. Jimin was brushing his teeth beside you, doing little dances while scrubbing away. You held up your toothbrush and he smiled.

'You better keep this here for me for when I return.'

He gave a muffled reply with a mouth full of toothpaste, 'That was my intention.'

Jimin finally showed you his lip routine. There were too many different products that it really had you beat. He noticed you struggling and helped you out, lightly holding your chin while applying different scrubs and lip balms. You watched him tend to you with keen concentration and care. His light touches and powerful gaze made you so badly want to lean in to peck his lips. So you did.

He giggled, 'Y/n! Your lips are so tasty.' And he licked your lip balm from his lips.

Your face went bright red. You had to turn around to not get any more embarrassed. Taehyung walked past at that moment, giving you a sly smirk and you wanted to crawl into a hole.

'Oh come here my little munchkin.' He turned you back around into his lips again. He kissed you passionately, full of love and care. Your bodies intertwined as the kiss deepened. You savoured that moment just as much as he did, the feeling on your lips still lingering by the time you were tucked up into his bed.

'Will you sleep with me, Jimin? I want to spend as much time with you as I can.' He didn't say a word, he just smiled and crawled into the other side of the bed, scooching all the way over to wrap himself around you like a koala. You lay there peacefully with him slowly caressing your hair with his fingers. 

'I miss you,' Jimin whispered.

'Already? But I'm right here.' 

He nuzzled his face in your shoulder.

'I know... I just miss you. I've been missing you for the longest time.'

Silence.

'Can I have your number?' 

He giggled.

'Are you asking me out?' 

'Yes, Park Jimin.'

You reached for you phone on the bedside table, and he clicked in a contact for himself. He wrote himself as: boyfriend 😘💍

'This ok?' He turned the phone to you.

'B-boyfriend?'

'Are you asking me to be your girlfriend?' You raised an eyebrow at him as he laid sprawled next to you while you were propped above him on your elbow. 

'Yes,' he whispered shyly. 

'Then go on and ask me.' 

He wrapped his arms around your back and pulled you down onto him, engulfing you in a hug. Whispering into your ear he popped the question. 

'Chae Y/n, will you be my girlfriend?' 

'Yes.' 

'A million times, yes.'