Bts imagines PT.3

JIMIN (M)

I woke up to the sun that was bright and seeping from behind my curtains; it was my birthday. I was planning to spend it with Jimin, at least I think, hoping he wouldn't forget a day that meant so much to me, and hopefully, to him, too. He isn't like that, he's always there for me, even when he's busy with his schedule, comebacks and tours.

Suddenly, my room's door slams open wide and my best friend and leaps on my bed, screaming and jumping with excitement. "Come on, get up! It's your birthday, we have so much to do!" Hyuna said with a massive grin on her face. Hyuna and I had been close for as long as I can remember, it had to be close to fifteen years by now. Nothing and nobody could separate the pair of us, she was the sister I never had, and I, her. We've been through everything together; through thick and thin, including the times when a close family friend of mine had passed and her parents were constantly fighting, we're each other's rebounds.

"Give me five more minutes." I groan as I bury my face back into the cream coloured pillow and wrap myself around the blankets. "No, no you can't. Tae and Jimin are almost here. Come on you lazy shit." Before she left the room, her hands went to grab the corners of the quilt and threw them off of me and on the floor, leaving me shivering. I wanted to shout at her for leaving me in such a cold state, she knew I wouldn't have bothered to get up to grab it now, but she had already fled.

Hyuna and Taehyung were, well, I'm not really sure what they are exactly. Everyone they ever meet always say the same thing; "you're a cute couple", and they always reply with the same "oh, no, no, we're not together.". I mean, anyone would think they were a couple by the way they do almost everything together, they way act towards each other, and even the way they look at each other. I'm still confused over why neither of them have actually confessed yet, Jimin's the same, it being obvious the feel the same way.

"You better be up!" I heard Hyuna shout from downstairs, making me jump in a sudden fright. I knew what the consequences would be if I didn't get up now; she would start to take things of mine away from me. I know it sounds like I'm a five year old or something, but some times I really do think that Hyuna is my mother. She's always took care of me, always looking out for me.

I got up quickly after replying with a, "I am", back downstairs, just loud enough for her to hear from the bottom of the stairs. Opening my dresser drawers, I decided on wearing a thin, but not too thin, white t-shirt and a pair of slightly ripped, blue jeans, something that wasn't too hot for this weather but not something too revealing that I would start to shiver every two minutes.

Making my way down to the kitchen, I found Hyuna already here drinking her coffee in her favourite mug and scrolling away through her phone. "So," I say while swinging my arms gently from one side to the other, making my way towards her carefully, "what are today's plans?"

She stopped scrolling through her phone instantly, as soon as those words left my mouth, lifted her head up to make eye contact with me and gave me her oh-so-famous 'creepy smile'. I raised my eyebrows a little in confusion, "What?" She giggled and dropped her head down low again, hanging from her shoulders, shaking slightly. "I bet you want to be with Jimin, huh?"

She knew me too well, of course I would want to be with Jimin today, in fact any day would do in all honesty. Being an idol wasn't easy, for that person and their partner. They were away constantly for everything including tours and photoshoots, they were put under so much pressure for such young people. Right now, the group Jimin's apart of, BTS, are on their first vacation in such a long time, probably a year, from their USA tour, just returning last night. I'm so excited to see him again, having not seen him in such a long time, and the timing so precise; he comes back the night before my birthday.

A slight blush crept onto my cheeks, my head hung low, I wanted to change the conversation before it got any worse. "Don't you think it's a little too early for them to arrive? They got here so late last night, they should sleep." I'd much rather have them get enough sleep for them to actually function then come round here just to celebrate all day with me, they need to stay healthy for their fans.