BTS Imagines and Short Stories

27 - Jimin

You smiled.

In front of you on the table were an array of designed templates for wedding cards, all different shapes and sizes, littered with gold and silver engravings and patterns.

Next to you, he sat. You watched him as he spoke to the Marriage Organiser, watching his plump lips form words that you weren't paying attention to. The way his dark hair fell perfectly over his forehead, shifting when he'd run his hands through it before it fell back into place. His sharp jawline, his small round nose, and his smooth cheeks, all features adding to his perfection.

Park Jimin, I love you.

He laughed suddenly at something said, putting his hand over his mouth as he often did when he let out a laugh, causing your heart to lift.

"Oh! I'm sorry!"
The first thing you knew was you were on the floor after a little tumble, scraping your bares knees. You looked up, seeing a small standing over you and holding out his little chubby hand. You grasped his fingers and allowed him to pull you up, dusting down your frock, and placing your hands on your hips.
"That was rude!" You frowned, and his smile vanished.
"I'm sorry! I didn't see you!" He further, and you giggled.
"It's okay! I'm Y/N, I'm 6," You said proudly, and he grinned. That was when you noticed the gap in his teeth, where his front tooth had fallen out.
"I'm Jimin! I'm 7," He laughed, and you giggled, pointing at his teeth, then to yours.
"Look Jimin! We match!"

"Y/N, what do you think of this one?" Jimin asked as he pointed to one of the designs. His hopeful eyes were trained on you, and you smiled softly.
"I think it's perfect."

"Noooo!"
The ten year old you ran from the 11 year old Jimin, who was holding a toy gun and pretending to shoot you with it. You kept 'dodging', emitting bursts of giggles as you evaded him as he kept attempting to shoot you with the plastic gun. Finally, he stopped and pouted, stomping his foot on the ground, and waving the gun in front of him.
"That's not fair Y/N! I've shot you about a million times now!"

"Hmm, I'm not too keen on that one..." Jimin frowned, as he pushed away one of the photos of decorations, and you had to agree - it was a bit too much.

"Oh my god, why did I let you do this."
The 14 year old Jimin groaned, as the 13 year old you smeared makeup over his face; his eyelids fluttering shut as you added the last bit of eyeshadow.
"All done!" You grinned, clapping your hands as Jimin rolled his eyes and stood up, glancing in the mirror and wrinkling his eyes.
"Don't you love it?" You teased, laughing at his face.
"No, thank you, never again," He chuckled, "I'm too manly for this."
He flexed his non existent muscles and you laughed.

"This is a very recent decor we used only last week," The organiser handed a photo to Jimin, whose eye smile made a return as he grinned.
"This is Yoongi hyung's wedding!"

"So...how was your date?"
The 18 year old you asked the 19 year old Jimin, who'd just walked in through the doorway of your house - yeah, he had a spare key - and plopped himself down on the sofa next to you.
"It was...nice," He scrunched up his face and you burst out laughing.
"That bad huh?" You grinned, finding it amusing that his day out was a failure.
"She was nice, just not for me," He chuckled, grabbing your arms and moving them before laying his head in your lap, shuffling to make himself comfortable and failing to notice your blazing red cheeks.

"Can you keep that one aside please? That one is nice," He pointed to one of the photos, and you smiled - it was gorgeous, and Jimin caught your smile and gave you the knowing look only the two shared.

The 22 year old you picked up your phone off the table as it pinged, reading the message from none other than Jimin:
'Y/N-ah! I have something important to tell you...meet me at the park in fifteen minutes, okay?:)
You smiled, quickly getting changed and heading out to the park, catching sight of the 23 year old boy, or rather man, stood fidgeting with his hands, checking the time.
"Jimin!" You grinned and he smiled, suddenly covering his face with his hands in shyness.
"Okay, well..."

"What do you think of this, Y/N?" Jimin turned to you and smiled his signature smile, his beautiful brown eyes sparkling as his gaze switched to the piece of paper in his hands which he was holding out to you. You could visibly see the happiness radiating off the 25 year old.

Park Jimin I love you so much.

Your eyes fell on the template of the wedding invitation in his hands, and you couldn't help but admire the way it had been put together with elegance.

~ Park Jimin weds Choi Jinhee ~

And that's when your facade, your walls, your fake smiles, everything came crashing down, tumbling into the black abyss that was once your heart, as you remembered. You remembered, and what you remembered threaten to turn on the waterworks to allow the waterfall of tears - that usually stained your face at night, not during the day - to make an appearance in that moment, but you swallowed hard to appear happy in front of the man you loved, his eyes shining with love for someone else.

You remembered you weren't the bride.

You were simply the maid of honour.