the share house || ot7 x reader

fourty

"you can sit on the bed," jimin told you, closing his bedroom behind him. "i'll bring the chair by the desk closer."

you nodded, feeling a little awkward as jimin walked to his desk. it was your first time in jimin's bedroom, and you couldn't help but look around.

his room was around the same size as yours. his bedding was light grey, and next to his bed was a white pedestal with a small cactus plant, a book and a lamp. above his desk was a shelf with a few law-related books and pictures of him and your roommates.

"what did you want to talk about?" he asked, moving the chair and sitting opposite you, but your focus was the photo of a dancer above his bed. the silhouette of the dancer looked oddly familiar. almost as if —

"is that you?" you asked, standing up to look at it properly. "that is you!"

jimin stood up behind you. "yeah... that is me."

"i didn't know you danced," you muttered, eyes moving from the light shining on his blue hair to the black feathers on his white suit. "i thought only hoseok did."

"we both dance. although we focus on different dance styles, we both do," jimin admitted. "i'm not as focused on dancing as i was a few years ago."

"why didn't you tell me?" you asked, turning around to look up at him. the closeness took you by surprise, and if you took a step back, you'd fall onto the bed. as much as you wanted to give jimin a chance, this was moving too fast for you.

"it never crossed my mind to tell you during our conversations," he shrugged. "i'm even a little surprised it hasn't slipped yet."

"i want to ask about your dancing history, but i did say i need to talk to you," you said. "you can sit down again..." you would lose your words halfway if you spoke to him standing so close like this.

jimin nodded before sitting on the chair while you sat at the end of his bed. "so... what's up?"

"i need to talk to you about your confession," you sighed, forcing yourself to look at him.

"what's there to talk about? didn't you have a good date with that guy? in-guk?" he frowned, his eyebrows furrowing. did you pull him aside to make it clear?

"i understand that having a great date with him might make you think i've made up my mind and chose him, but it didn't," you began. "i found myself thinking of you sometimes. i saw things that reminded me of you, our conversations, and more. i even thought about the others here and there."

"you thought about me?" jimin almost whispered, looking at you with a look you couldn't quite explain. something about the look in his eyes did something to you. "you thought about the others too?"

"yes, jimin. i looked at a book in a store in-guk, and i passed and thought: 'that looks like something joonie would read.' i saw some clothes on a mannequin and thought: 'that's something jimin would wear, and that's totally jungkook's style!' you guys occasionally slipped into my mind when my focus was supposed to be solely on the man i was with," you explained.

jimin's heartbeat had increased, beating so loud he was worried you could hear it. he could barely focus on the words coming out of your mouth because of how beautiful you looked. he hadn't seen you on your way out because he couldn't bring himself to. the thought that you were getting all dolled up for someone else kinda hurt his heart. your hair, your outfit and your make-up were perfect. the black eyeshadow on your eyes wasn't overbearing, the mascara made your beautiful lashes stand out, and the gloss on your lips made them shine. he loved everything about the way you looked right now.

unconsciously, he shifted more forward, sitting at the edge of his seat as if being closer would make him hear you better.

"i don't know how this will work, but i want to give you a chance, jimin. my feelings are all over the place, and i'm confused, so i can't tell you i feel the same, but i feel something. i just — " you sighed. "don't know what these feelings are," you told him. "i'm willing to — i want to see where whatever this is will take me. i'm afraid i'll regret it later if i don't."

jimin's heart swelled at the sight before him. to him, you looked cute. you sat with your hands in your lap while you fiddled with your fingers, brows furrowed, and eyes now fixated on a spot on his floor. it was clear how hard you were trying to understand your feelings — to understand this.

"look at me, y/n," he said softly, hand on your cheek to move your head up to make you look at him. "i don't know how we'll make this work either, but we can figure it out together. i hope you understand that starting something with me will mean letting the others in." he knew you knew that. hell, you just told them you thought of the others.

"i know, jimin," you sighed, closing your eyes and leaning into jimin's touch, surprising him because other than movie nights where you'd doze off and rest your head on his shoulder, this is the closest you've been. you've never held hands or hugged, but he felt like skipping the two and leaning in to kiss you. "i'm just trying to figure out how this will work out."

he needed to let go of your face and move the chair back. he needed to put distance between you two, but he couldn't pull away. you were talking about your feelings. being open and honest, yet here he was, fighting the urge to slide his arm around your waist and pull you to him -  the urge to feel your glossy lips against his.

"don't try so hard to figure all that out," he told you, using his other hand to take one of your hands in his. "things will fall into place naturally, and we just gotta see how they'll work out. we'll take things slow."

you opened your eyes to see him directly staring into yours, and the mood in the room shifted once you realised how close he was. his bed and the chair were level. he sat opposite you with a thigh between your legs, one hand gently holding yours while the other, your face.

"y/n," jimin almost whispered before pressing his lips into a thin line. he needed to look away. he needed to let go of your hand — your face. he needed to get up and talk about something else. he needed something — anything to reduce the tension.

but he couldn't move.

he couldn't move away, and park jimin knew he was fucked the second he felt himself leaning in.

"so much for taking things slow," you mumbled before using your free hand to grab his t-shirt and finally closing the gap, pulling him into a long-awaited kiss. 

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a/n: how are we feeling?