BTS Imagines《ENG》

Maybe pt. 1

Jimin and I were together for around 2 years now. I was no idol nor a drop-dead gorgeous beauty, I was just me, a simple girl.  

Believe it or not I was ( and still am ) a Jimin biased fan, yes an ARMY that had the luck to get close to their idols thanks to my unnie being accepted as BTS' stylist. My unnie knew I was head over heels with BTS so she often brought me along with her whenever I was free. At first it was only shy talk as I was starstruck with my idols but slowly as time passed I got to know them better and got close to them becoming good friends with everyone.  

Talking about Jimin he certainly had my adoration the most maybe because he was my bias or just maybe because the Jimin I got to know better was even more amazing than the Jimin which I admired on screen. I found myself falling for him. Many would say it was puppy love but it was certainly NOT. The more I knew about his flaws and the more I just really got to know him, the Jimin who was completely different from my expectations stole my heart in the easiest way possible.

And the day I confessed, is still so magical, I don't think even a single brain cell of mine would have expected him to accept my confession. I was completely bewildered. I was ready with the "Yeah, I understand you can't- wait WHAT?"
He just chuckled and said that I was cute. The extreme majesty of cuteness himself told so , his eye-smile always got to me and it was my weakness together with his smile, chubby cheeks, his adorable lisp and just plain everything of him made my heart melt. 

I obviously wasn't his ideal type, I was no where near his ideal type eventhough he was everything I wanted in a guy. But yet he accepted my feelings, I was over the moon.

I wanted to cover up for my lack of not being his ideal type so I gave it my all. I gave him affection, comfort, support, attention and just everything I could give him. I hoped at least like that I could satisfy him. It seemed that it was working because slowly we grew closer to each other, we told each other almost everything and we never ran out of skinship and affection. Our relationship was going great and I thought that my efforts were certainly paying off... but I was wrong.
It has been over 1 month already, he coming home late as we shared an apartment, many would say as he is an idol is understandable. Yeah, it certainly was because him having practices and late rehearsals was nothing new to our relationship but yet every time something like that came up he would at least text me 

"Late practices again. Our hyung is such an ass sometimes 😧 . I'll be home so go to sleep sweetheart. Love you."

To which I would chuckle and reply

"Yeah but please don't overwork yourself. Fighting! I love you 😙" . 

He'd even call me during their breaks just "wanting to hear my voice". But that now never happens. I'd be lucky if I had a small text saying "I'll be late". He always comes home around 2 to 3 AM with ruffled clothes and hair with obvious hickies all over his collarbone smelling of lady's perfume. I'm NOT as dumb to not realize he's been cheating on me. And if he really wanted to hide it from me he could have done a way better job. But the reason I've been enduring this is because... yeah it might sound pretty cliche' but I love him. It hurts yes but it would hurt even more to see him leave me... but I could not take this anymore I had to confront him. Now.

As always he was late I was laying on our bed trying to get some sleep when I heard the main door opening. It was him. It was around 1:15 AM. Still pretty early for him to come back. Has the mysterious lady gotten bored of him? I asked myself, sarcastically. But the more he came closer to our room the more I started to feel anxious. All the confidence from before of me wanting to confront him turned into fear and I just could not bring myself to say or do anything. As he opened the door to our room I closed my eyes shut pretending to be asleep. Luckily he bought it. I heard the sound of clothes being taken off then I felt the other side of the bed get heavier as he got himself on to the bed. Jimin liked to sleep shirtless with his pajama pants on. I felt his arm snake to my waist as he brought me closer to him.