Jimin Imagines

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The air felt fresher than usual, maybe because you're outlook on life had somewhat changed the passed few weeks, or maybe you were just building a pollution immunity. Either way, it was nice. Your fluffy golden retriever, Jiffy—typically known for harnessing more energy than a preschool high on pixie sticks—was surprisingly calm by your side.

You walked through the dirt paved path in the local dog park known for its bone shaped benches and dog treat vending machines. This was the first time you had been here since the break-up, the first time in a while you didn't feel hurt. Like you felt earlier, air was cleaner and less heavy in your lungs. It was his absence that once hurt, now made everything okay.
You might've dwelled on the cleanliness longer, had Jiffy not suddenly lost all his cool, whining and tugging on the leash that was luckily wrapped around your wrist.

You followed his longing gaze, finding what might be the cutest dog you've ever laid your eyes upon. You, an avid dog lover and breed memorizer, had absolutely no clue what it was so, fighting your introversion, you ran over. Apart from a small glance at the owner, who seemed around your age, maybe a bit older, and had nice hair, your sole focus was the cutest animal on Earth.

"Hi angel!" You smiled widely, letting the shy pup familiarize himself with you.
"Say hi!" Emanated a smooth, melodic voice from above you. The dog looked up, as if asking for permission, before licking your face and placing it's paw on your knee. Jiffy went wild, butt-sniffing and ear-licking to his heart's content.

"Oh my god, what kind of dog is this?" You questioned desperately. The sweetheart pawed at your leg, panting in elation.
"Uh, I'm not quite sure actually. I got her from a no-kill pound a few years ago. They said she's a mutt, but I prefer 'mix' it sounds sweeter."

The melodious voice was followed by a melodious chuckle and a melodious stopping of your once-beating heart. The face of the precious animal's owner had previously not called your attention, but now you were scared to look at it. What if he looked as angelic as he sounded? Or worse... What if he was cuter than his dog? You tried to stall longer.

"Aw! That's so sweet. Mixes are the best, bet you've got a cool story, huh, buddy?" You diverted your attention to the dog, not making eye contact with the boy who you noticed was now fidgeting uncomfortably.

"I wish I knew." He said softly. "I got her when she was two, and judging by how she was then, she had a pretty traumatizing upbringing." You winced softly. Giving the pup a little extra love before facing your biggest fear of the moment.
You turned to the boy.

A part of you melted. A part of you screamed like a child. A part of you even shot your hand up to clutch your chest because, God damn, he was beautiful.

"You okay?" He took a quick look at your aneurism mannerism, and asked worriedly.
"Oh," you hand quickly returned to your side.

"I'm asthma." You said. "I mean, I have asthma. I'm not asthma in its entirety."

"Well hi, not asthma in its entirety. I'm Jimin." The boy's hand extended towards yours, a moment in which a few seconds later you realized the common thing to do is take it, and shake it.

"Hi!" You told him your real name, which he said was 'beautiful' and you could almost hear your heart weeping.
"Not as beautiful as you—" you quickly cleared your throat, realizing, oh no, the words in my head are coming out of my mouth, "—your dog."

Jimin smiled, and you noticed that his teeth—which appeared completely perfect—were almost unnoticeably crooked, and he had a genuine smile that traveled all the way to his eyes.

"So, do you come here often?" And he said this in a way that didn't sound like it was the most overused pick up line on the face of the 21st century Earth.

"Actually," you shifted awkwardly, wondering if maybe you should go in to the details or not. "I haven't come here in a few weeks, since I broke up with my boyfriend. We used to bring him here," you pointed to Jiffy who looked up at you with the dog equivalent to a smile, "and it just became kind of a depressing place for me afterwards. I'm okay now though, it feels different today." You smiled now, seeing his expression follow your brief recount through pity, sorrow, and happiness.

"Well, that makes me happy. I hope Smuckers and I could have contributed to that." You were flattered for some reason, but then shocked for a complete other.

"Wait, Smuckers?"

"Yeah!"

"Like... the jelly?"

"Yes, is that stupid?" Jimin asked. His hand flew to the back of his neck nervously.

"No!" You laughed. "No, my dog's name is Jiffy! Like the—"

"Peanut butter." You finished together, followed by laughing together. His eyes caught yours then, for more than a few seconds, and you noticed how inviting his features were. His smile was so real, his eyes so warm, and his lips were so kiss—

"You know, if your dog really is the peanut butter to my dog's jelly, this shouldn't be the last time they meet." Your heart now sped at what you felt coming on. You saw his lips twinge into a smirk as he shrugged lightly. "We should set them up on a date. They seem pretty fond of each other, don't you think?"

"I think so," You gulped, and with newfound confidence added, "The owners are pretty fond of each other too." You watched as his expression changed from cocky to bashful and he looked down with a crinkled smile.

"So maybe the owners should have their own date."