bangtan one shots

not short...just fun-size. ⇒ park jimin

jimin was a little on the shorter side. standing at a height of 173.6 cm (or rather five feet and eight inches), jimin was a bit smaller than the other members, min yoongi was even taller than him just by .2 cm (according to kprofiles that is). but no one made jimin more prouder than his own girlfriend...you. why? because you were everything he could have ever asked for; you were his ideal type, meaning you were a shorter than him. and he made sure you remembered that...

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you sighed as entered the kitchen after having taken a well-needed nap in the bedroom. jimin was sitting on the couch but he was watching something on the television. your mind was still clouded with drowsiness so you paid no attention to it. your mind was on snacks. you were hungry. as you stood in front of the pantry, you opened the double doors, love, after all, was an open door. your eyes scanned over everything, trying to decide what you craved. and finally, after seconds of searching, your eyes land on a bag of cookies. why were cookies in a plastic bag? the world may never know. what you were really concerned about was why they were two shelves higher than they usually were. you shouted in irritation in your head. you looked around for some stool for you to climb up on in order to reach. but there wasn't one in sight.

finally, you turned to see your lovely boyfriend on the couch, completely immersed into his movie or drama or whatever he was watching. asking jimin to help you sounded a little ironic, seeing as he was short as well - although he was also taller than you. plus, asking him would only bring embarrassment. jimin had a thing for your height, you see. whatever chance he got, he would make some kind of comment about your height. he never got to the point where it made you mad, but that didn't mean you wanted to hear those comments.

you dreaded asking jimin for assistance in your quest for a bag of cookies. however he was your last resort as you didn't find a stool and you were too lazy and tired to drag and carry a chair over to the pantry. sighing once again, you asked, "hey, jimin?"

you waited. you heard him shuffle around on the couch before the sound coming from the tv was silenced. seconds later, as you listened to the soft padding emitting from jimin's steps, he appeared. "yeah?"

you looked at him. "can you help me get those cookies?" you asked, pointing up at the plastic bag you were craving.

jimin followed your finger before turning his gaze back to you. you rolled your eyes, already seeing the grin on his face grow. "awe, my baby needs help."

"shut up. just get my cookies." you demanded.

jimin hummed. "do i get something out of this?"

"jimin," you said, "i'm just asking you to get something for me. you don't need an reward for helping someone out."

"but, this task requires me to reach up there, use my hand muscles to grab a bag full of unhealthy goods, and then bring it back down. that's a lot work."

you glared into his eyes. "jimin, you made that sound way more difficult than it actually is."

"fine. it seems to me that you don't want your cookies that bad."

suddenly, you had a thought. you gasped dramatically, "you put them up there, didn't you?"

he shrugged, "maybe."

"jimin." you groaned.

he grinned. "i'll help you if you admit you're shorter than me."

you crossed your arms over your chest, a little bit of warmth radiating from your cheeks. "i'm not short...just fun-size." you pouted.

jimin laughed before stepped towards you. as he peered down at you, he cupped your cheeks, squishing them together. "awe, my baby is so cute."

"you're a child." you muttered as jimin squished your cheeks together.

sure, you and jimin were acting like children. but that didn't matter to you. you pouted up at jimin, staring into his eyes. "can i please just have my cookies?" you asked once again.

jimin smiled before leaning down. his hands remained cupping your cheeks. he had stopped squishing them. now his thumb was caressing your cheeks bone. you blushed as jimin pressed his pink, plump lips onto your own. the kiss was intimate though was cut short when he pulled away. it was a simple peck, something you and jimin do constantly, and yet you blushed. "i love you, my little short baby."

"the moment was going so well. you just had to ruin it."

"i don't get an 'i love you' back?" jimin asked, feigning hurt.

you tried to suppress a smile. but your cheek and mouth muscles gave in and you smiled at jimin, the blush still in you and now jimin's cheeks. "i love you too."

finally, jimin reached up. with ease, he grabbed the bag of cookies and brought them down. you grinned happily as jimin was handing it to you, only he wouldn't let go. "jimin?"

and then, he kissed you again. this time more forceful and passionate. you hummed into the kiss, feeling the aura of lust and love. it was so close to turning into a make out session - perhaps that would lead things into the bedroom - but then jimin pulled away, leaving you baffled and flustered in your place. "you're welcome."