BTS Imagines

Jimin --- First Date

I shifted uncomfortably in my skater skirt, pulling it down to try and cover my legs. Guys eyed me as they walked by, but I ignored them. I was only looking for one boy, and he was twenty minutes late to our first date. I squealed when I felt something hit my behind. I whirled around to see a random guy smirking at me, with his friends whistling behind him.

"What is a cute little girl like you doing all by yourself?" His mark made me feel sick to my stomach. My face flushed, feeling embarrassed. Taking a step back, I stumbled over my words. I opened my mouth to say something, but an arm snaked around my waist. I looked to my right and saw Jimin glaring at the guy. "She was going on a date with me." The guy scoffed and walked off with his friends.

Jimin loosened his grip on me slightly and spoke, "Are you okay? Did he touch you? You can tell me." I laughed gently and shook my head. "He only touched my butt, but I'm fine." This made him frown. I squeaked when I felt a hand gently squeeze my behind. "Only I get to touch your cute butt." Jimin muttered. My face flushed a darker shade of red.

Jimin shook his head, then guided me by my waist down the street. I giggled slightly as his territorial attitude, and softly kissed his cheek. I watched as his cheek and ear turned red. He muttered something and pulled me into a quiet cafe. "Not many people come here, but they have good coffee and danishes." I smiled.

The cafe was small and quiet, with only a few others in it. He guides me to a table, and a waiter came almost immediately. The waiter seemed as though he were still in middle school, because when he smiled, he had braces. He handed us our menus and told us to take our time. I looked up at Jimin, conflicted.

"What should I get?" Jimin's head whipped up and he grinned. "I think you'll like their americano." I tilted my head. "I've never had one?" "Just try it! I promise it's really good." I looked at him skeptically, but shrugged. I looked back at the waiter, who was staring out the window. "Um, I'll have an americano." He snapped his head towards me. He nodded after a second, writing it down.

Jimin closed his menu and looked up as well. "I'll have the same." The waiter nodded and wrote it down as well. "Anything else?" Jimin shook his head. The waiter grinned, showing off his silver braces, and took our menus. "I'll be back with those."

After he left, Jimin and I sat there in an awkward silence. He cleared his throat suddenly, making me jump. "So, what're you thinking about?" I inwardly laughed at his awkward question. "Not much, just wondering if I needed to do anything today. How about you?" "I know exactly what I need to do today." I furrowed my eyebrows. Jimin's eyes darted between my lips and my eyes. Before I knew it, he was inches from my face. My eyes widened as I felt his soft lips press against mine. My shoulders slowly relaxed and I leaned into him.

Unfortunately, since we are both human, we needed air. Jimin pulled away and pressed his forehead to mine. "(Y/n), this may seem a little quick, since we are on our first date, but I love you. I never realized just how much I'm in love with you until now. I have to say it was love at first sight." My lips parted in surprise, but I slowly smiled. I closed my eyes, relaxing. "I love you too, Jimin." He leaned into to kiss me again, but a cough made us jump apart.

Standing beside our table was the teenage waiter with our drinks, shifting awkwardly. "I have your drinks." He stuttered out. He set them down and spoke once more, "My manager told me to tell you guys that, um, he doesn't exactly want any PDA in his cafe." He rubbed the back of his neck. "Sorry, you guys seemed like you were happy." I smiled gently at the boy. "You're fine, hon. It's alright." The waiter gave me another apologetic look, then hurried off.

I felt a hand squish my cheeks together and turn my head towards them. Jimin was pouting at me. "Only smile at your oppa. Which means me. I don't like it when you smile at other guys." I rolled my eyes and gently pulled his hand away. "There is no way I'm calling you oppa." He huffed. "You have to!"

"No, I don't."

"Yes you do."

"I refuse to call you that."

"Dang it woman! Just call me oppa!"