𝐴𝑆𝑇𝐸𝑅𝐼𝑆𝑀; bts os

pjm : rubatosis

summary: in which storms can save, too.

genre: fluff

word count: + 1.3k

author's note: most unrealistic shit i've ever written, don't take this too serious please—

rubatosis; (noun)
the unsettling awareness of your own heartbeat.

credits to a friend.

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thick layers of white snow were covering the small house, making it look like an igloo. it was already dark, the only source of light coming from the windows of the house. inside, i was shuffling around a bit, wearing too many layers of clothing and a blanket. "winter? fine. snow? okay. a blizzard thing? no thanks.", i groaned while peeking outside the window. my house wasn't the only one in this street, but it was difficult to make out any other lights throughout the swirling snow.

i snuggled deeper inside my blanket to keep the cold from crawling into my bones. "maybe a hot stew will help...", i thought and got up to prepare my dinner. after taking out the ingredients, i let out a small huff and carried the still empty bowl towards stove.

suddenly a rather loud bang echoed through the house and the lights went off. i nearly dropped the bowl and cursed. "what the heck?! a blackout?! right now? great, just great." it was pitch black, i couldn't even see my own hand in front of my face. thank god i knew my house pretty well. i placed the bowl on the table next to me and continued to feel my way out of the kitchen, towards the floor. the darkness scared me a bit. "maybe i could pay a visit to my neighbor? i haven't really met him yet.", i thought out loud while feeling for a pair of boots. knowing that my keys always hung next to the door, i quickly grabbed them and stepped out of my house into the cold, cold winter night.

the path leading to my neighbor's house was covered with snow. i stomped alongside the tiny lamps alighting the way to his house. it was a huge one, way bigger and obviously more expensive looking than my little hut. i wondered who he was. maybe a ceo? an idol? though i've never heard his name before. park jimin, sounding completely unfamiliar to me.

i inhaled deeply before ringing the bell and hoped he would answer the door as soon as possible. it was getting too cold out there. "i'm coming!", i heard a male voice calling out and soon after, the door opened, revealing a young and good-looking man with orangey hair. i quickly bowed down and introduced myself: "good evening! i'm (l/n) (y/n), one of your neighbors. i'm really sorry for the intrusion, it's just that there was a blackout..."

he smiled warmly and gestured me to come inside. "hey, nice to meet you, (y/n). i'm park jimin. don't worry about intruding, it's fine." i blushed slightly at his kind words and nodded shyly. "you're pretty cold. how long have you been out there?" "i don't really know. maybe about an hour?" "that's too long, you're literally freezing. take a shower." i hesitated. he was still a stranger after all. "don't worry, i'm not a pervert that wants to stalk you. you can also have some of my clothes while yours dry."

i nodded and followed him upstairs into a huge bathroom. i wondered if he lived alone. i quickly stripped of my clothes and hid behind the (not transparent) shower, while putting my underwear over the heater. the warm water soaked me and made me feel at ease. how long has it been since i took a shower like this? when i stepped out of the shower, i saw an oversized grey sweatshirt and a pair of black sweatpants placed neatly on a chair. jimins clothes were obviously way too big, but at least i had something to snuggle into.

my bare feet made no noise on the thick carpet as i walked downstairs towards the living room. from there, i could hear jimin shuffling around and i knocked on the door. he turned around and smiled, making my heart beat twice as fast as before. he really was a good-looking guy. i felt my face warming up and tried to cover my reddened cheeks. "how was the shower? are my clothes fitting?", jimin asked in a cheerful manner, walking towards me. i nodded. "yes, they're a bit too big but i like this. thank you for letting me shower and stay at your place."

"now there's only one thing missing. i still have some soup, let's warm it up. i'm sure you want to eat something." jimin pulled me towards the kitchen which looked all modern. i stood next to him and helped him preparing our dinner. it felt like we were a couple, our hands accidentally brushing against each other, the hidden glances being thrown and a blush out of embarrassment when one of us was caught staring at the other. the air was filled with something i couldn't quite describe: was it love? no, that couldn't be. but there certainly was something between us.

not long after, the smell of soup filled the kitchen and i smiled. "this surely smells amazing!" jimin agreed and insisted on carrying the bowls with steaming soup into the living room. i followed him and while he set down the tray, i shook up some pillows and grabbed a cozy blanket. "are we sitting on the sofa?", i asked. "more like laying, but yeah."

i jumped on the sofa and looked at jimin who handed me one bowl. "be careful, it's damn hot." i took it, and waited for him to sit down. jimin sag next to me and pulled the blanket over both of us. "that's the best way to warm up.", he smirked. i blushed as i felt the heat radiating off of his body. it was like he was on fire. it was silent, but a blissful kind of silence. "did you like it?", jimin broke the silence and placed the empty bowls on the table nearby, i nodded. "yes, what about you?" "it was tasty, indeed." "well then...uh..."

"tell me more about you.", he ordered while running a hand through his light hair. i really wanted to touch it, too. it looked so soft and fluffy. i cleared my throat and began to tell him about myself, what i loved, what i despised, who i was, giving him a chance to get to know me better. then it was his turn. jimin told me about his best friends, that he loved singing and dancing, and much much more.

then, this moment happened. this oh so cliché moment that happens in every teen fiction, in so many different books. the magical moment, when jimin looked at me, his dark eyes staring right into mine. his plump lips opened slightly, the distance between us closing in no time. it all happened in a blur. suddenly jimin had reached out, brushing a few strands of hair out of my face, leaning in to place a gentle kiss on my lips. i was shocked. sure, i've taken a liking to him very fast, but him kissing me? that was beyond my imagination.

when jimin pulled away to catch his breath, i realized i had returned the kiss with the same amount of gentleness. my hair was slightly messed up, the hem of my sweater shoved up, revealing my stomach. "w-what was that?", i stuttered, looking at jimin. he was panting and looked at me, eyes clouded with lust. "i really like you. i want you." he leant over again and pressed a tender kiss on my lips. "please be mine, and mine only."

i couldn't help but let out an airy laugh. "you seem to fall in love very fast, park jimin. i think we should try a date first." "you're the first i ever really fell for." after saying those words, jimin cuddled up next to me and hugged me tightly, burying his face in my neck. i blushed.

i would have never even dared to think that my handsome neighbor would fall for me. i fell for him, too.

sometimes a stormy night isn't that bad, isn't it?

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edited; 2017/10/03.

"you and i, it's as though we have been taught to kiss in heaven and sent down to earth together, to see if we know what we were taught."
— boris pasternak; doctor zhivago