Like Crazy || Park Jimin ✓

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Y/n's POV

I look at all the products Jimin ordered online for my skin and make-up, then back at him with a weird face. He chuckles awkwardly. He is wearing a grey T-shirt and black track pants with a white line on the side of his pants as a design.

"Are you a stalker?" I ask him and he clutches his heart playfully with a hurt look. "I hate you for saying that."

I raise my eyebrows at him and cross my arms. He giggles nervously. "You know I didn't mean that anyway come here." He says and I walk over to him, sitting on the bed, folding my legs.

"My pants and t-shirt look good on you." He compliments and I look at the black oversized t-shirt and the black track pants he gave me. "Why didn't you wear the dresses you bought though?"

"Those are short. Your parents might feel offended. I was already wearing a small dress earlier and I felt shy," I tell him truthfully. He frowns in confusion before cupping my waist and bringing me closer to him, my hands instinctively holding his shoulders. "They won't feel like that. Wear whatever you want. I told you that my parents are chill. Do you want to wear the dresses-"

"No, it's just that we shouldn't really wear short dresses in front of our in-laws," I tell him shakily.

His eyes fly open at my words and his lips part to show me the widest eye smile ever. "In-laws? Wait! Does that make me your husband? And really? Damn! I'm taking notes for the future-"

"It's not like that! It's just a way to show respect. You know like we have to be subtle in front of elders. And you are not my husband!" I tell him since the first thing he catches from everything I said was me calling his parents 'in-laws'.

He pouts and moves his head to the side, displaying me his jaw and I giggle at his change of mood. I know what he is asking for so I move my face forward and place my lips on his cheek.

I pull back and notice him smiling at me before he turns his head and shows me his other cheek I give it some attention from my lips too since he craves them so much.

"Jagiya," he calls out cutely like a shy boy and I look at him. "Yes, oppa?" 

He looks down shyly, hiding his smile and I feel his grip on my waist tightening. "Why?" I ask while giggling and he quickly looks up, a smile on his face and cheeks tinted pink. 

"These are the products I used back in the time when I faced severe skin problems. I also ordered and researched for some special organic ingredients to treat your acne. Also, these are the makeup that you can use if you have acne. All of them are approved by me. And this lipstick and foundation just fits your skin shade so I got it." He explains, looking at the items sprawled up on his bed and I am genuinely touched by his efforts.

"Jimin," he looks up at me innocently, hearing me suddenly call him informally like that. "Thank you. I mean it. No one has ever done so much for me. I am really grateful to you."

He smiles but then his eyes turns mischievous. Oh God! What is coming for me now? 

"Thank me by giving me a gift," he says and that's it. I push him back by his chest and turn around to get down the bed. I hear him laughing. "Why? Can't you do this much for someone who made so many efforts?"

This man!

He surely gets his way with people with what he wants.

I sigh and turn back to him. "What do you want, Sir?" I ask and he pouts his lips, leaning forward, "A kiss, Y/n noona."

N—Noona?

And what?

A kiss?

What the—

"Bye, Park Jimin. It was nice meeting you-"

"Wait! Okay! Alright! No need to kiss there! Here! Kiss here!" He interrupts me from leaving the bed by holding my arm and holding out his other hand, showing me his palm. 

What is this extra-large mochi thinking?

I move my face down and kiss his palm. I turn around when he releases me and he takes his hand back. I quirk an eyebrow when he kisses his palm;

The exact same spot where I had placed my lips.

This hopeless romantic.

He smiles and shows me back his palm. "Now kiss it again." He says with the widest grin and I laugh hard at his actions.

He's too cute.

"Get out!" I explain in between my laughs and push his hand away but he sulks at me, showing his palm again along with his doe eyes.

I give up.

I kiss his palm again and feel him giggling when I pull back. "What are you? 5?" I ask him, glaring playfully. 

"That was our first kiss. Our first-ever kiss. Thank you. I am so happy, Jagiya!" He cheers, clapping his hands like a happy seal and I shake my head. "How is he older than me? I seem more mature than him."

"You want to see the mature me? I swear you'll beg to show it to me every night-"

"Wait! Don't! Calm Down! I don't wanna see it. I'm fine. You are old and now let's get to business." I tell him and he smirks, while looking inside his shirt and then. . . his pants?

What the hell?

"Jimin-ssi!" 

"Sorry! Sorry! Let's get this shit together! My parents can't hear anyway so you can scream as much as you want." He says while controlling his laughter and then turns to the products.

He goes from baby boy to daddy and from daddy to baby boy real quick.

"This is Adapalene and Clindamycin gel. I used them back my time to prevent breakouts." He says, pointing towards the white tube of medicine. "This is an organic Face Wash that suits your sensitive skin. What is it? Is it made in the Himalayas?" I chuckle at his query and hold the familiar green packaging.

"It's just a name, Jimin-ssi. And who taught you about Indian Ayurveda?" I ask. He joins his hands, sitting like a sage and closing his eyes. "Naver answers all your queries." He replies and opens his eyes to look at the other things.

"This is Mol- Mil- Moo-"

"Multani Mitti! Fuller's Earth. It is like a clay that is available from the soils close to the river." I read from the packaging that was written in English and he nods. "I know. I was just being a good fake sage who mediates. And showing you the knowledge I earned from my research in the mountains of Himalayas." He says like an intellectual being.

This dramatic man, I swear!

I hold the next thing and read the name written in English but Himalayan sage Jimin suddenly decides to share his knowledge with us, "This is a face pack with Neem, Tulsi, Tamer-"

"Turmeric!"

"Yes! Exactly! And Chamdha-"

"Chandan! Sandalwood!" He looks at me weirdly and shrugs his shoulder. "At least these are not so difficult to pronounce like Makani mikki!" I sigh and look at him with a pissed-off face while he grins as I speak,

"Just call it a face pack!"

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I mean we would not mind a Guru Jimin in our life, would we?