⁞ '✎ A reader insert story that portrays BTS members as classic love tropes in fanfiction writing.
: ̗̀➛ Namjoon as "best friends to lovers" / "college sweetheart" - COMPLETED
: ̗̀➛ Seokjin as "billionaire" / "secret identity" - COMPLETED
: ̗̀➛ Yoo...
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"You're driving me nuts!" Lei exclaims as she tosses a floral blouse at your head.
You dodge the garment as you sigh in exasperation. You were currently getting dressed for your official date with Jimin. You wouldn't say you were nervous, but you also weren't the image of serenity at the moment.
Lei had volunteered to come over in an attempt to help you get ready, but so far she's only made you even more nervous as she tells you her predictions for the evening. They weren't necessarily suggestive, but the more she goes on about these assumptions, the more you think of ways to get out of your "date" with Jimin.
"I just don't want to wear anything that doesn't feel like me." You reasonably explain while pushing aside Lei's preferred outfit options. They were nice, cute even, but hardly something you'd wear. Lei rolls her eyes at you.
"Fine, but at least let me do your makeup." She suggests.
Your face scrunches before coming to a compromise. "Nothing dramatic and no eyeshadow." You caution.
Lei huffs out a breath, her face shifting into a pout before muttering out an unenthusiastic, "Deal."
Your dating experience was, at best, considered a novice level. You've only dated two guys in the past, each barely lasting a year and having a vast amount of time in-between. But neither really played into the "romantic dating scene". It was a little embarrassing for you to admit, but Jimin was probably the first guy to even express any form of enthusiasm to date you. It wasn't a thought you really lingered on before, but it would occasionally pop into your head whenever you would hang out with Jimin. Questions like, why does he like me? Why does he want to date me? Am I some kind of weird social experiment? Will pop into your mind, plaguing your thoughts, and souring your mood.
"You'll be fine." Lei says confidently. "And if he does anything to piss you off, I'll be the first to punch him in the face." She says while applying makeup to your face.
You breathe out a laugh, trying your best to remain still as Lei skillfully lines your top lid. Makeup was something you wear scarcely, mostly because you're barely motivated to make yourself your own coffee in the morning, let alone applying cosmetics. If you had the energy and steady hands, you'd probably venture into the world of cosmetics just as Lei had.
After another quick pep talk, with Lei reminding you she'd bury Jimin alive if he were to hurt you, you make your way out of your dorm building. Jimin is waiting there with a small bouquet of flowers and a broad smile plastered on his face. You blush as he eagerly waves at you, causing a few people to stare as you quickly close the distance between you and him. Jimin envelopes you in a hug encouraging a blush to overtake your cheeks. You still weren't used to his affectionate ways.
"I got these for you. I'm not too sure what your favorite flower is but I took a guess." He says brightly while handing you the small bouquet of irises and lavender.
