BTS AMBW Imagines.

- j i m i n -

Weeks passed since you last talked to V. You remembered his expression once you told him that you were joking. His hurt gaze stared into your emotionless eyes as he called you an 'asshole' and stomped away. You stayed there for a bit longer, crying for a while and trying to forget the way Jimin warmed your heart for the first time. 

"Miss (Y/L/N)?" You looked up at your creative writing as you sat your pencil down. 

"Sir," he hands you a piece of paper. 

"The counselor would like to speak to you." Your eyebrows furrowed but you took the paper anyways and grabbed your bag. You opened up the door and the cold air instantly hit you. Pulling your hoodie closer you walked across campus, out of habit you tried to push up your glasses but then you remembered you broke them so now you were stuck with using contacts for a week or so til your new ones comes in.  You place your hands over your mouth and blew your warm breath into it. You mentally gag as you smelt your breath. Maybe eating grits with cheese and a smoothie wasn't your best option. You pulled some gum from your side pocket of your backpack before knocking on his door. 

"Hello?" You slightly yelled as you walked in. A middle aged man  with deep blue eyes and black hair with a few gray mixtures into it. He waves at you as he walks into his office. You walk inside his office and glanced around. The office was plain. White walls, some bright pictures and his diploma hung over his desk proudly. You stared at the three seats in front of you and sat down in the middle one. Your counselor pulls out some paper with a huge smile, your eyebrows furrowed.

"Did I do anything?" You asked as you played with the strings on your hoodie. He shakes his head. 

"No, actually I have an offer-he slides some papers towards you-you were offered to transfer to a more advanced writing program back in America, where your from. Right?" Your eyes widen as you stared at the packet. He was telling you the truth. The principle obviously printed signature was on the bottom. You finally look up. 

"Sir, I-I don't know what to say honestly I'm shocked." A smile inched onto your face. Who would've thought that someone actually enjoyed your writing. 

"Of course, you don't need to decide now you still have a month to decide," you nod excitedly. 

"Thank you, sir!" You beamed as you stood up. You start to walk across campus again not even minding the cold. The packet sat in your hand as you admired it. It was your dream school, the one you wanted to apply to at first but was put onto the waiting list. 

"(Y/N)?" You looked up not really paying attention to the voice. You smile falls as you stared at the annoyingly beautiful Jimin. He was wearing a flannel that showed his milky chest slightly, ripped black jeans, and black boots. If you guys were still 'dating' you would've cooed at him but now you didn't know what to think. Jimin looked around and started to run towards you his black beanie bounced as he stopped in front of you. You couldn't move, he was acting as if nothing had happened between you two. You wanted to vomit, punch him, kiss him, hug him-

"What's that?" He asked thankfully stopping your thoughts before they became sinful. You eyebrows furrowed as you hid it behind your back. 

"Nothing Jimin," The cold wind makes your curls hit your face slightly making some stick to your lip gloss. Jimin's beautiful smile turns into a frown. He walks closer to you and move some of your hair behind your hair. Out of instinct you let him. The way his soft fingers touched your face made your knees weak. 

"Are you still mad at me?" He whispers. His pinks lips were leaning closer to yours. Your eyelids began to feel heavy as you leaned in. 

"I-NO!" You pushed him. Jimin fell onto the ground looking at you with disbelief. 

"What the fuck-" You squat down covering your face as tears fell. Jimin had no boundaries. When were you finally going to let him go? Did you want to let him go? 

"Jimin-go please," he stares at you with widen eyes as your soft sniffles made his heart ache. 

"(Y/N)?" He crawls over to your slowly and quietly. He didn't think that he hurt you this much. You guys usually had you disagreements but this-this was different. He played with you mentally and emotionally. "(Y/N), come here." Jimin pulls you into his embrace. You instantly wrap your arms around neck as his went to your waist. Tears fell onto Jimin's shirt as your head rested on it. Something in Jimin began to feel warm. His heart began to beat and a faint blushed spread across his cheeks. 

"You're fucked up, you beautiful bastard." You whispered as your fingers tighten on his surprisingly soft flannel

(A/N) OOOO guess who sucks ass for forgetting about this storyyyyy? Meeeeeeee! I don't have much to say besides I hope Jungkook gets plenty of rest and heal. As for all of the boys as well. I literally began crying once I realized that we won't be seeing them for a while...man that sucks.

(QOTD) Being in a situation like this what would you do towards Jimin?
(AOTD) tbh if it were me IDK it's chim chim but at the same time if he wants to be with me his ass gotta work his ass off before thinking about me.