BTS Imagines

Jin - Roommates

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"So?" Your friend is leaning across the table, hands gripping her coffee mug with crushing force. Her eyes were twinkling, her expression eager, just waiting for the racy story she was trying to get out of you. You sighed.

"We just share an apartment," you especially stressed the word just, "I don't have any juicy details for you; it's not like that."

She gave you a look and took a sip from her coffee mug, peering at you over the rim. She raised an eyebrow suggestively.

"It's not!" You defended playfully, "Come on, this isn't a Wattpad story or something— there's nothing going on! He and I are just roommates. Just. Roommates."

"Mhm," she grinned like the Cheshire Cat and shimmied her shoulders impatiently before whining, "Just tell me about it!"

While she pleaded, you smiled cheekily and rolled your eyes. By "it," of course she meant your life with Seokjin, but there wasn't much to tell. You two had been sharing an apartment for little over half a year. You paid your half of the rent, and he paid his. Between the two of you, you'd cook, clean, sometimes help each other with work or school— standard stuff. All in all, it was a pretty domestic relationship. Nothing "racy" about it.

Jin was very caring. He always woke up before you to make sure breakfast was ready by the time you came out of your room. Sometimes he'd prepare a lunch for you to take, but he mostly only did this when you woke up in a bad mood or if you seemed especially stressed the night before. And he always hogged the mirror in the bathroom; you'd caught him winking at his reflection on more than one occasion.

But despite his natural smile and kind personality, he was surprisingly awkward. One time you'd been on the couch in the living room, absently browsing through your phone, when he shyly shuffled up to you in a suit, dragging his feet the whole way. He'd called your name to get your attention and held out a cloth in his hand.

"...Could you tie this for me?" He'd asked almost shamefully. After a moment, you rose from your seat and took the cloth from him.

"Kim Seokjin," you chastised as you reached up to loop it around his neck, "do you really not know how to tie a tie?" He hung his head, which got in the way of your work.

"Not a bow tie."

That stopped you. You looked up at him and stated flatly, "Neither do I."

No one moved for a good thirty seconds. Jin's eyes squinted in confusion.

"Then... what were you doing?"

"...A double knot?"

"A d— You can't double knot it!" He sputtered. He put his palms to his face and groaned, but he remained in the same spot with you holding the untied-bow tie around his neck. Through his hands he whined, "It's called a bow tie not a... a double-knot tie!"

"That didn't make sense," you pointed out.

"Yes it did."

"Jin. No it didn't."

Jin dropped his hands and sighed. He pulled out his phone and muttered a quiet, "Yes it did," under his breath as he looked up a video tutorial on the web. Several attempts later, you'd managed to create an acceptable bow tie, and you ushered him out the door, so he wouldn't run late.