Bangtan Smiles

Jimin| 23

"Chimchim" You swing your intertwined hand dramatically as you watch your older sister kiss her husband underneath an archway of blue and white roses. "Will I ever get married?"
Jimin, your best friend and the one who's hand your holding, looks down at you with a simple smile.

"I'm sure you will. You're too cute to be alone" Your bottom lip juts out and you frown.

"You think I'll be alone?" Jimin flinched slightly, that wasn't what he meant. He squeezes your hand.

"No definitely not. I think you'll meet someone really nice and your gonna marry him" You smile and lean your head against his shoulder.

"I wish that person will be as nice as you" The bride and groom slowly walk down the isle, wide smiles across their faces.

Jimin looks at your sister, and he's still amazed at how much you resemble her. "How about we make a deal"

"Like a promise?" Your big sparkling eyes meet his and he can't help but smile.

"Like a promise" You squeeze his hand in excitement. You love promises. "Let's promise that if we aren't married when we turn 23, we'll marry each other"

"Really?!" You sit on your knees as Jimin stands up, following suit with everyone else. He nods and holds out his pinkie finger

"Really" You eagerly intertwine your pinkie with his before jumping onto him.

That was sixteen years ago. Little eight year old Jimin and seven year old you. It was all you would talk about for months, but you stop after your parents got a little annoyed with your constant blabbering.

Currently, you're sitting alone eating leftover turkey and a cherry mint milkshake. No ones called you or texted you, no ones come to visit, and every time you text them, no one replies, only your mother, except she left you on read.

You sigh heavily and pick at the shredded pieces of turkey with a plastic fork you found in the dishwasher. Turning your phone on you pull up your messages and press Jimin's contact name. You had messaged him at 9:30 in the morning.
Y|n: Hey Chimchim, I was wondering if you were busy?

There was no reply, and it was now 12:57pm. It made you feel weird because one way or another he would message you, everyday. Whether it be a simple hello or a full blown invitation to come with him and his friends to dinner, he'd message you. But today was obviously different and it put even more of a damper on your mood.

Giving up on your small meal, you push back your bar stool and pace around the kitchen a bit, your bare feet slapping against the cold tile that lined the floor of the kitchen. Your brain wanders, thinking of things to do. You could clean, however, 1) you don't like to clean and 2) why would you clean today of all days? You stop dead in your tracks. A thought just crossed your mind and your stomach growled hungrily at the thought of it. Leaving behind the turkey and empty carton of ice cream, you search around the kitchen for it. But to no avail. You weren't surprised however, it was a popular thing among you and your two other roommates.
Grabbing your keys and a sweater to cover your bare shoulders, you head out, determined to find one.

It would've been easier to go to the grocery store and buy another container but you didn't want to spend the extra 5-7 dollars on a new one, and plus, why walk all the way to the grocery store when your best friends dorm is right across the street. Jimin had given you a spare key to his home when he had found people to live with, it was supposed to be only if you needed a place, but you ended up using it whenever you were bored and could just walk over and enter without having to knock. You opened the door slowly, careful not to make any sound. Not bothering to turn on the lights you tiptoe into the kitchen, climb on top of the counter and open the cabinet, and there sitting perfectly in front of everything was a perfect pristine jar of peanut butter. Snatching the green container off the shelf, you snuggle up against the fridge that is on your right and slide your feet in close to you, making sure that they don't hang off the edge of the counter. You twist the cap off and  take a small spoon that sits in the drying rack just a few inches from you. The savoury taste of smooth peanuts explodes in your mouth and satisfies your craving. You hum in delight and show a large closed mouth smile, your eyes closed and relaxed.

The lights flick on abruptly. You almost fall off the counter as a voice follows the unexpected light.

"What the heck are you doing?"
You wobble slightly before gripping onto the top of the fridge for support. Standing there in the archway that leads to the kitchen is
Jimin. His brows are furrowed and his hand is still on the light switch.

"Were you stealing our peanut butter?" He leans a little to the right to try and get a better look at what's in your hand. You purse your lips together cutely and pull the peanut butter closer to you. "No..."

He raises an eyebrow, a teasing grin on his face. "Sure" he walks forward and takes the container out of your hands and sets it down on the counter. Placing his hands gently on your waist he stares at you. Normally you are about a head shorter than him, but with you sitting on the counter, you're just a tiny pinch taller. He smiles softly, his thumb coming up to the corner of your mouth.
"You still have a little peanut butter there"

You turn away shyly. He chuckles and slides you off the counter top. You bounce a bit as your feet hit the ground softly. His hands still at your waist, he watches you silently, his gaze looking into your eyes. He looks away and his mouth moves but no words come out almost as if he wants to say something but can't.

"What is it Chimchim?" Your small hand gently caresses his forearm, sending jolts up and down both of your arms. He looks down, avoiding eye contact. Fiddling with his feet a bit, he speaks quietly, almost too quietly.

"You know how it's your birthday right?" You nod, mouth in a straight line. His behaviour is worrying you. "Well I have something small for you."
He finally looks up at you and you see the pink that's tinting his cheeks. "I hope it's enough"

He digs his hand into the pocket of his sweatpants but stops. "Remember our promise?" You have made no other promises after that one, and so the first thing that came to mind was your sisters wedding.

He pulls out his closed fist and places it in your hands before dropping something small into your hand. "Happy 23rd birthday Y|n" He leans into you and kisses your forehead. Your mind can't comprehend the ring that your sliding onto your finger. It can't grasp the fact that your best friend proposed to you. You can't understand the strong feeling blooming in your chest, spreading warmth through your body. Kzissing his cheek, you hug him tightly.

"Thank you Chimchim"

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It was an interesting way to write a scenario like this. This was originally for Jungkook but he already had one and I felt like it could be for Jimin as well. So I made it with Jimin.

Also, I have news.

You know that tour that BTS will be doing soon? I'm going to one of the concerts that's in Los Angeles. I'm tearing up just writing about it.

Have any of you gone to a Kpop concert? (Or any concert in general?)