All of you?!- BTS X Jimin

getting used to it

The picture above is how Jimin looks in this fic XD.... I don't own it, found it on Pinterest, credit to the owner! He looks so damn gorgeous is2g!!!!

Jimin sighed as he stared at his reflection for what felt like the 100th time that day. His ‘condition’ had shown no signs of progress, and he remained, quite regrettably, a girl. This wasn’t even the biggest problem; the biggest problem was the immense nonchalance with which his band mates were treating him with. They didn’t seem to care in the slightest about the huge onslaught of issues this would bring in, including concerts, practices, and telling their producer and boss, that one of their members had turned into a girl overnight with no natural explanation. No, they were busy shopping clothes for his new body, and were actually arguing on what clothes to buy. Jimin was sure more than half of those clothes were ones he’d throw into the dustbin without a second glance, so he paid no mind to his idiot boyfriends.

“C’mon Jiminie, cheer up! Turn that frown upside down, yes??” Taehyung’s arms came around Jimin’s waist from behind, as he rested his head in the crook of Jimin’s neck. Jimin frowned deeper, shrugging off Tae’s embrace as he turned around to face him. “Tae…. This isn’t as easy and simple as you guys seem to be taking it! Yesterday, I was a boy, I was me, and today.. I am a girl!! How do we even go from here?” Taehyung blinked before a soft smile stretched his lips, and he said, “Ah, Jiminie, it may not be simple, but that doesn’t mean it’s as complicated as you are making it, silly! You were a boy yesterday, but you were still Park Jimin. You may be in a girl’s body today, but that doesn’t mean you aren’t Jimin, does it? Or has my Jimin gone in another universe??”

Pondering over his words, Jimin realized that Taehyung was right. His physical features had changed, his sex had changed, but he still felt like Jimin, there was no doubt in there. He slowly nodded, and Taehyung gave him his square smile, happy to see Jimin finally understanding it.

“But how do we tell Bang PD nim???” Jimin bit his lip, brows furrowed. Taehyung shrugged, and said, “We just show it to him. There’s no point in hiding it, nor do we have to be scared of anything. It’s possible that by tomorrow, all of this will go back to the way it was. Yet again, it may not, and it may take weeks before you go back to your original body. Till then, how about you try and enjoy the life through the perspective of a girl? Even if we say that boys and girls are equal, it cannot be denied that they are bound to have certain differences. It doesn’t change the fact that they are equals, but the perspective to life does change, doesn’t it? So now, you can try and live life the way girls do. Doesn’t sound like such a bad thing when put that way, does it?”

Jimin finally smiled, exhaling deeply as he said, “Yeah…. Thanks Taehyung-ah!!! You’re the best, I didn’t even think of it that way!!!! I think I’d still be moping about how much of a wreck my life is if you didn’t come.”

Taehyung had always been affected by Jimin’s smiles, and this one was no different. Making Jimin happy was one of his life’s biggest goals, and he’d succeeded in it this far. The long hair, smaller face, button nose, and tinier frame just made Jimin look softer than ever before, if that was even possible. It made Taehyung want to wrap him up in a cocoon of love and affection and all the nicest things in this universe, and he’d affix the walls of the cocoon with stars as bright as the radiance in Jimin’s eyes when he smiled, and fill it up with the warmth he never failed to feel in the depths of his heart when Jimin smiled. Because Park Jimin was his moon, he had his own dark, cold sides yet he always faced people with nothing but pure luminescence. Jimin was his sun, somehow finding light to hide Taehyung’s darkness and filling him with life and light. He was the sea breeze as it blew all over him, filling his senses with his presence, erasing all thoughts but of him. Park Jimin was his best friend, his love, and most likely, his life. He was like a newborn kitten, fumbling through a world filled with darkness as he mutely sang a song of love. Taehyung was his flute, on which he played this song, and he’d never let go of this position he’d attained. They were meant to be.