Bts Imagines [ Book 2 ] EDITING IS ON

Jimin (requested)

One year.

Today marked exactly one year since you met him, Park JImin. Exactly 365 days since you had accidentally run into him in a coffee shop and he spilled coffee all over your brand new white blouse. You remember how he had apologized profusely and tried to wipe the coffee off the front of your blouse, you blushing the entire time. He had asked for your phone number, so that he could get in touch with you to buy you another blouse. You shook your head, but he was persistent, saying how it was all his fault and that the least he could do was buy you another blouse. You eventually ended up giving in, mainly just so that he would let you go and you could attempt to make it to class on time. You were already running later than usual, anyways.

You thought you'd never hear from him again, but to your surprise, you received a text from him the next day.

Let's go for coffee, Hana-ah, and then I'll give you your new blouse.

You met him after class that day, and he was there. You expected for him to just hand over a new blouse. What you didn't expect was to sit there with him for hours, until the baristas came over and told you to leave. He and you had talked for hours about anything at all, from your college life, to your families back home. You were pleasantly surprised to find out that you were both from Busan, and he had been two years your sunbae in school.

He walked you home that night, to make sure you wouldn't get hurt. He had insisted, once again. You were reluctant to say goodbye, since the odds were very small that you'd ever see him again. He had pulled you in for a friendly hug on the front step of your apartment, and then had turned around and walked down the sidewalk, waving with a smile.

After you had entered your apartment, you looked inside the bag that your blouse was in. Sure enough, it was the same exact blouse you had worn the day before. He had matched the size and everything. Huh. When you went to pull the blouse out of the bag, a small slip of paper fell out.

I really enjoyed myself today, Hana-ah. Let's go out again soon!

Flash forward to the present, and you and Jimin had gone out on dates at least once every week since that day. He had asked you to be his girlfriend after the fourth date. He kissed you for the first time on the fifth.

Today, since it was your one year anniversary, you wanted this date to be extremely special. Jimin had agreed, despite his busy schedule, to go out with you to a nice restaurant. As you were still attempting to pay for college, and he was busy working to make money, you both decided to not go too fancy. You decided to go for some hanwoo and samsgyupsal at a nearby barbecue restaurant. Nothing too fancy, but of course that described your relationship perfectly. You two just enjoyed each other's company.

The doorbell rings just as you put the finishing touches on your makeup for the night. Even though it's not a fancy restaurant, who said you can't look nice, right?

"Come in, Jiminnie!" You call out, walking back into your bedroom to pick out your outfit for the night.

"Yah, Hana-ah, how many times have I told you not to call me Jiminie?" Jimin complains, walking through the door with a huge bouquet of roses in his hand. It was so big it hid his entire face.

"Awww, Jimin, you didn't have to do this." You say, smiling happily anyways as he walks towards you with the roses. You take them from him and place them on your nightstand, then you turn around to greet your boyfriend.

"I did have to. Beautiful flowers for my beautiful flower." Jimin says cheesily, and you cringe and giggle, hitting him playfully on the arm.

"You're such a sap-" you start, but are cut off by him pulling you towards him. He wraps his arms around you, and you comfortably place yours around his neck.