BTS One Shots

In Plain Sight | Jimin

Hello friends!! I hope you're all doing well :D I'm so excited to finally upload this one, it's always fun to write overly sweet fluff hehe – I hope you enjoy it! :) I also want to thank the wonderful mars for betaing this fic💕

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The supermarket is crowded right around the dinner rush; chatter fills your ears as you toss a crop of lettuce into your shopping cart, and you lean onto the bright red handle as you slowly push the cart ahead towards the colourful selection of bell peppers. With the cash registers so close to you, insistent beeps nag at your ears, joined by the sound of cartwheels hobbling over the slightly unevenly tiled floor. Softly humming a song that's been stuck in your head since yesterday, you stop and wait for another customer taking their sweet, sweet time crossing in front of you. You absently run your finger along the collar of your dark blue work polo, needlessly making sure it's straightened out.

"Hey, stranger."

An arm wraps around your waist and a pack of tortilla wraps lands in your cart. You jolt out of your daze and smile as Jimin nuzzles his nose underneath your jaw, pressing his lips against your neck.

Letting out a content sigh, you bite your lip, trying to stay focused. You're in uniform, you try to remind yourself. Your jacket hides the fire department logo on your chest, and his goes hidden underneath his coat – no one would know, really, but you both told yourselves you'd keep up a semblance of professionality when you started dating.

That turns out to be more easily said than done.

"Jimin," you mutter, putting a hand over his wrist. You're not quite able to push his arm away from around your waist. "Someone's gonna see."

He laughs softly. His breath fans over your skin and you shiver, your eyes fluttering closed for a moment. If you weren't in such a public place, you'd be melting into him by now. "That would be one hell of a coincidence," he replies, turning his hand to intertwine his fingers with yours. "We've never run into anyone here, let alone someone from work." His thumb traces circles onto the back of your hand as he wraps his other arm around you as well. You're already forgetting the point you were trying to make. "Plus, people hate looking at PDA– didn't you see The Winter Soldier? We're basically incognito."

You can't help but laugh. "As long as we stay like this, I'm guessing?"

He hums and presses a warm kiss to your neck, and your stomach does a small somersault. "Exactly."

With another sigh, you lean into his touch for a moment before you untangle his fingers from yours and move to grip the handle of your shopping cart. The other customer has long passed you by – or fled from the PDA, if Jimin is indeed right – and the path towards the bell peppers is free now. "If only we didn't have groceries to buy for our dear, dear colleagues," you say a little more wistfully than you feel, pushing the cart forward.

Trying to, at least– Jimin seems to disagree with your plan to keep moving. With a soft whine, he tightens his arms around you to keep you from walking away, burying his nose into your shoulder.

You smile and turn to look at him. "We gotta get those bell peppers, babe."

"Gimme a minute," he mumbles, his thumbs stroking circles into your hips. "I'm busy."

With a laugh, you reach up to run your fingers through his soft, dark hair, brushing the nape of his neck as you lean into him. He hums in contentment, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. "I hate to be the bearer of bad news," you start softly, lowering your hand to play with the soft, thin fabric of his sleeve instead. "But I don't think doing PDA with a colleague you're secretly dating is considered an acceptable use of your time."