BTS Imagines

Jin --- Life of an Idol

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"Shut up." I muttered and turned away from my phone.

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I groaned and pulled my pillow over my head. "Just five more minutes."

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I threw my pillow across the room and practically screamed. "Okay! Jesus, I'm awake!" I picked up my phone and glared at the texts. Seokjin, my idol boyfriend, was texting me. I decided to call him, so he could hear the annoyance in my voice.

"What do you want?" I demanded.

"Now, now. Is that how you greet your boyfriend? Especially when he bringing a movie you've been dying to see along with snacks to your apartment?" Jin said in a teasing tone.

My mouth opened and closed before I finally squeaked out, "Hurry." He chuckled over the phone, and I could sense an eye roll. "Calm down, in already at your door." With that, he hung up, and the sound of my doorbell rang out. I sprinted to the door, forgetting what I was wearing.

As soon as I got to the door, I flung it open. Seokjin smiled at me, but his face flushed as his eyes travelled down my body. I tilted my head and looked down. I was wearing one of his sweatshirts that he left here and my undergarments. My face heated up, and I subconsciously tried to tug the sweatshirt down my thighs. Jin let out a small laugh, and put down his bag. His hand attempted to smooth out my bed head. I felt his lips gently touch my forehead, and my face heated up even more.

"You're really cute, you know that?" Jin said with a teasing voice. I let my hair fall to the front of my face, hiding my blush and eyes. "Shut up. You're the one who woke me up." Jin rolled his eyes and pulled me into my apartment by my hand. "I brought your favorite movie, a bunch of snacks, ice cream, and me!" He opened his arms for me. I scowled, but wrapped my arms around him anyways. "Thank you." I muttered.

After a while of staying like that, I felt him pick me up. I let out a squeal and gripped onto his sweater. Jin closed the door behind him with his foot and began his trek to my couch. He put me down on a soft, plush surface and kissed my forehead. "Stay right here for a second." I tilted my head in confusion, but stayed put nonetheless. I watched as he picked up his bag and walked into my small kitchen. Quiet clangs came from the kitchen, only increasing my curiosity.

Although only a few minutes passed, it felt like he had been in there for hours. "Jin! What are you doing?" I whined, throwing my head back. "I'm almost done (Y/n)! Hold on a little longer!" Jin yelled from the kitchen. I groaned and laid down upside down on the couch. How long could a person take in the kitchen? "Jin! It's been like five years!" I whined once again. I jumped when a plastic bowl was thrust into my view. It was full of little snacks.

My eyes went up the arm that held it. Jin stood there with a soft smile on his face. "For you milady." Jin said, his grin only growing. My face flushed and I sat up straight. I took the bowl out of his hands and he sat next to me. "Why are you doing this?" Jin looked at me as though I had slapped him. "What? I can't just spend some quality time with my girlfriend?" He laid a hand over his heart in mock hurt. I deadpanned. He sighed in defeat and ran a hand though his brown hair.

"Alright, you caught me. I just felt like I wasn't spending enough time with you. You know, what with our practices, tours, and all of that stuff. I just feel like I haven't been a good enough boyfriend to you." I rolled my eyes at him. "You idiot, you do realize I don't mind, right? It's what I signed up for when I agreed to be your girlfriend. You're an idol, Jin. You have a career, and I have no right to keep you from that. Even though I may feel a little lonely when you aren't here, I know you still love me, and that's enough for me." Jin sighed again. "I know, but it's not enough for me." He wrapped his arms around me and laid down with me on his chest. "Sometimes, I wish I want an idol and I could just stay here all day." He nuzzled his face into the crook of my neck.

I sighed in content and rested my head and palms on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. We stayed like this for a while, and I began to drift off into the arms of sleep. Then, I felt Jin reaching for something on the coffee table. I growled and grabbed his wrist. "Stop moving." I ordered. "I was just going to turn on a movie." He whined. I grumbled some more, but buried my face in his chest, already beginning to drift off again.

Before I fell asleep, I heard the sound of the TV click on. I mentally rolled my eyes. Gripping Jin's thick sweater in one hand, I blissfully fell into a deep sleep in his arms.