«fluff?»
You're running around the convention hall grasping a ticket in your fist. Sweat glistens on your temples, and your breathing is heavy and desperate. Eight minutes till the concert, and you still haven't found your way in. Frustrated, you turn on your heel to run for another entrance when you smack into a wall. Before you can hit the ground though, someone grabs your forearm and pulls you back up. Tilting your head up a bit, your eyes widen to the size of saucers when you realize that you're face to face with Park fucking Jimin. Your mouth hangs open, but everything you want to say is stuck. Jimin smiles warmly, and his eyes narrow into two thin lines.
"You ok?" He asks in shaky English. You nod mutely. He places a hand on your shoulder and holy fucking shit he's touching me in real life his hand is so warm I can die happy now please never let this end I want to cry. In your daze, he leads you to a set of metal doors and nudges you forward.
"Go in here." Oh GOD his English is so cute. As you continue to stare, dumbfounded, a corner of his lips quirk up and you realize he's smirking at you. He winks and saunters away with his hands in his back pockets, calling over his shoulder: "See you later."
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BTS Imagines
FanfictionA compilation of BTS short stories. Each chapter is labeled in the beginning (fluff, angst, etc.) so you don't have to worry about unexpectedly getting your feelings hurt ;) I hope you enjoy!
