Every Saturday my family and I would go to my friends family restaurant. They had the best food and I always found it funny to see Jimin as a busboy. He would stick is tongue out at me or make silly faces when no one was looking, but the rest of the time he kept a kind cheerful smile on his face as he loaded dirty cups, plates, and silverware into a large grey bin.
Today he didn't wear a white collared shirt nor did he wear the small black apron around his waist. He dressed like the owner of a restaurant should. He wore a stripped v neck with a blue blazer and black jeans. The place was less packed today than it normally was. Of course he would dress to impress when there was no one to see it.
"What's the occasion pretty boy?" He looked at me eyes wide.
"N-nothing." His normal face returned and he smirked at me, "just thought I'd try out a new uniform today."
"Oh so you're gonna make all the staff wear that ugly yellow and black shirt? I feel bad for them." Truthfully it didn't look bad at all. It just seemed to make him even more attractive. Which by the way is something I'd never say aloud.
"It isn't ugly!" He defended, "I put a lot of effort into buying this shirt and you're just gonna mock it?" He clicked his tongue a couple of times then shook his head before bowing to my parents who had just been looking between us the entire time.
"How adorable. Raised by you two our grand children sure will be interesting to say the least." They laughed and his parents joined it.
I don't think I ever really blushed when someone said something about Jimin and I but there's always a first for everything. I glanced over to him and he too had a light pink tinge to his cheeks. The way he pursed his lips when he was flustered or concentrated was sure hard to look away from.
"Boy it's hot in here! Hey Y/N, do you wanna go up into the air conditioning?" Without waiting for a response he took my hand and nearly dragged me up the stairs. I could hear our parents speaking and laughing as we walked away.
"W-what are you doing dragging me away? Huh? They probably think we're going off to make them grandparents now." I laughed nervously. My palms were starting to get clammy and suddenly I felt self conscious about it.
We stopped at the top of the stairs. In the large open space sat a TV with a game console and a couch big enough for four but if you tried you could fit six.
"I mean... we could."
He didn't look at me for a long while and when he did I'd wish he turn away. What he said was so shocking. I know he can be forward and slightly free with his almost perverted thoughts but right now it felt so vulgar.
His soft sparkling eyes captured mine and kept them trained on him. I tried not to look down but his thick pink lips were nearly screaming at me. Look at me noona! Notice me! Ki.... No. I wasn't thinking it. No way was I thinking the K word about my best friend, my dongsaeng, but everything about his soft round face was enchanting. It's like a spell was putting these thoughts in my mind. Thoughts I hadn't had since I first met him.
By this point he'd taken my other hand in his. His body moved closer and his pink lips parted as he looked deep into my eyes.
He couldn't be serious... Could he?
"I don't mean right now.... But... Maybe..... Some day...." His Adam's apple bobbed up and down.
He stepped even closer and pulled my hands up to rest on his neck. I couldn't think. He was putting my mind into a haze with his slow deliberate actions. He rested his hands lightly on my hips and pressed his forehead to mine. A knot grew in my throat and I wasn't sure if I was breathing.
"I've had this feeling... For a long time," my heart pounded harder every time his breath fanned my lips. "At first I just thought it was because you were cute... But the longer I knew you the stronger the feeling got. A-and I've been too afraid to tell you. But maybe.... I think I love you." He whispered.
He searched my eyes desperate for a response that I couldn't seem to give. What was that word he just said? L-Love?
His eyes fell and he released me pulling away. "I shouldn't of said anything. You don't feel the same. Forget I said anything."
"Jimin!"
"It's fine don't worry about it."
"Jimin stop!" I tugged on his sleeve and he turned to look at me. Since he was on a lower step he had to look up for once.
The hurt in his eyes made me wince and wanted to hit myself for doing this to him. I didn't know what to do and I didn't know what to say. I pulled him one step closer. My mind couldn't make a decision so I let my body take control.
Before I could think about it. Before he could turn around and tell me to forget it my lips were pressed to his. I just let things happen the way our bodies wanted to. And in an instant my fingers were twisted in his light brown locks and his arms held onto my upper and lower back ensuring I was as close as possible.
"Are you two dating yet?" Quickly we pulled apart and looked down breathlessly at the boy at the bottom of the staircase.
Jimin looked at me. He was clearly trying to calm his breath but it seems our answer didn't want that. I pulled him back again. Instead of gentle rhythmic movements he pressed harder taking chances to nip at my lower lip.
I could envision my brothers face contorting in disgust.
"I'm glad you're finally together but gross!"
His words didn't stop us. I think both of us had been waiting for this moment too long to let my little brother ruin it.
I managed to pull away for a second to say "I think I love you too," before our lips found each other again battling for our dominance.
It certainly had been a long time coming.
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