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"Jimin?" I call for him. No response.
"Jimin?" I call for him.
"Oh, mian Y/N-ssi."
I seem to have taken him out of his thoughts.
"What were you thinking about?" I ask, curious and worried.
"Nothing," he replies.
Hmph, whatever. I shouldn't care anyway..
"Well okay, if you say so."
I look at him but he focuses on the road with an emotionless face.
"I.." I speak up, but no reaction.
"I haven't thanked you yet for helping me. So uh, thank you." I say, looking back outside the window.
I shouldn't make this more emotional than it needs to be. Just don't think about what would have happened if he wasn't there to save me.
Suddenly, I feel a warm hand on my shoulder. I look over at Jimin and I see him staring longingly into my eyes. We sit there staring at eachother for a while, he goes back to driving as the traffic light turns green.
"Mianhae.. I don't know why I did that." He says quietly.
We sit there, suffocating in the silence the whole ride home.
As we arrive back at his house, we get out of the car. I follow him to the door and we step inside, he closes the door behind us.
He hands me the bag with what we bought today.
"Be ready by 6, I'm going soon. Ask one of the girls the make you lunch," he says, walking to the stairs.
"Wait, where are you going?" I ask.
"Meeting," he says as he jogs up the stairs. "Call me if you need me, my number's in your phone!" His voice echoes down the stairs.
I slump my body on the couch and sink into the cushions.
He appears from the door wearing a suit and tie and carrying a brown leather suitcase. He fixes his tie in the body mirror and runs his hind through his fluffy, silver hair multiple times.
"Annyeong, Y/N-ssi," he says, flashing his signature eye-smile at me. "Don't miss me too much," he winks, making me melt.
He closes the front door as he exits leaving me to my thoughts. I look up at the clock and it's only 12 o clock.
Ottoke...
I look around, blank of what to do. I notice a picture hanging up on a wall. As I study it, I walk colser towards it and I realise it's a picture of Jimin when he was younger.
He was crouching down on a beach with his signature eye-smile.
I smile and imitate his hand gestures, it looks like he's rubbing his hands together.
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Toy | bts x reader
Fanfiction"How can they just throw me outside, naked?" ...... You wake up an find yourself in the home of Park Jimin. ...... He looks deep into your eyes with concern. "You are not a toy Y/N. I won't let anyone touch you like you're just an object." You cry...