My second book in my imagines collection. With characters from all fandoms, ranging from Satoru Gojo to Violet Baudelaire, and more! (With stories for both male and female readers!)
The snow fell gently outside the tall windows of the penthouse, blanketing the bustling city below in a soft, white glow. The lights from the towering buildings reflected against the frost-covered glass, giving the illusion that the stars had descended to the earth. Y/N stood in the kitchen, her hands a flurry of motion as she chopped vegetables, checked the turkey roasting in the oven, and glanced anxiously at the clock above the sleek, modern stove.
Her heart pounded in her chest as the timer ticked closer to 6:00 PM. Tonight was the night. After years of dating Park Jimin, her parents were finally going to meet him. It wasn't that she didn't want them to meet; it was just... complicated. Her parents had always been traditional and strict, expecting the absolute best for their daughter. Y/N knew they'd scrutinize Jimin—his career, his lifestyle, and most likely, his every word and gesture. She adored her parents, but she also loved Jimin with everything she had, and the thought of them clashing filled her with dread.
"Y/N," Jimin's smooth, warm voice floated into the kitchen, pulling her from her thoughts. She turned to see him leaning casually against the doorway, dressed in a cosy white sweater that hugged his frame perfectly, his black jeans fitted and stylish. His soft, raven-coloured hair was slightly tousled, as if he'd just run his hands through it. He looked impossibly handsome, yet utterly at ease, a stark contrast to the ball of stress she felt like.
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"Everything okay?" he asked, his full lips quirking into a gentle smile.
"Okay? No, it's not okay!" Y/N exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air. "I've got a million things to do. The roast isn't done yet, the vegetables still need to be sautéed, and the dessert—oh my god, I forgot to check the dessert!"
Jimin chuckled and walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close. "Y/N, breathe," he murmured, pressing a kiss to her temple. "It's going to be fine. You don't have to go all out like this, you know. Your parents are coming to see you, not to judge your cooking skills."
"They're going to judge everything," she muttered, her voice muffled against his chest.
"Even if they do," he said softly, tilting her chin up so she'd look at him, "it doesn't matter. I love you, and nothing they say will change that. You don't need to impress anyone. You're already perfect to me."
Her heart melted a little at his words, but the knot of anxiety in her stomach refused to unravel. She stepped back, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "I just... I want them to see you the way I see you. You're amazing, Jimin, but they're so... rigid. I'm scared they won't give you a chance."
He gave her a small, reassuring smile. "Then I'll just have to win them over. No pressure."
"No pressure, he says," she muttered, shaking her head with a half-smile before turning back to the stove.
