Sweet Cheeks [P.JM] OS

Sweet Cheeks

I saw Jimin on the screen, hiding his face in Yoongi's thigh. He ruffled his hair in anger and frustration about the voice crack he had when performing with Charlie Puth as BTS.

We were together for barely a year now. We met each other when Bighit was casting new crew members for the wings tour, people who were down to fly around the earth, dedicating their life to create the perfect stage for the most popular boy band in the world. I just finished college and I didn't really know what to do with life yet. I just wanted to travel around, earn some money and just live without caring about an environment bound to me, holding me back and maybe end up doing a horrible job living a perfectly boring life in Seoul. So i just thought what could possibly go wrong?

I remember when I first saw him in real life. I never was a BTS fan but every now and then I enjoyed listening to their songs. Yes, I was absolutely aware that they were extremely stunning young men but I never really crushed on them or something. I just thought it was way too obnoxious to be like that.

 It was my first day of work and we were at the Gocheok Skydome for the beginning of the tour. We were doing the soundcheck and I was in charge of adjusting the earpieces onto the members. I remember how he was last when I fixed the earpiece on every single member, carefully paying attention not to hurt them or touch them in an uncomfortable way, mostly not getting more attention than a slight thankful nod. When it was his turn though, I was just immediately dazzled by his beauty and aesthetics, throwing a cute smile at me. I was so caught up in staring at him that I accidentally poked him in the cheek with the device because I wasn't paying attention properly where I was putting my hands. I remember bowing to him and repeatedly saying sorry. I was so afraid I would loose my job. But he just laughed, put his tiny hands on my shoulders and looked me deeply in the eyes.

It's okay. Don't worry about such a thing. I don't want to see you bothered.

He winked at me and made his way to the stage. Ever since I realized, that I definitely wasn't immune against the charms of Park Jimin. It was the complete opposite: he made me fall for him, hard, fast and without going back. We started growing closer and closer throughout the whole tour, hanging out in our free time and spending movie nights with each other, cuddling and sharing popcorn. And eventually just before the tour final was approaching, he asked me to become his girlfriend. I was the happiest person in the world, I still am.

That's why it hurt so much seeing him on the screen, being frustrated over such a stupid little thing. But that was just his nature. He always tried to be perfect. For army. And he always burdened himself so much when something wasn't working as he wanted to. I was in our hotel room. I had a few weeks off but I decided to still travel around with them, not wanting to be parted from my love for longer than necessary. I was sitting on the bed in only my oversized football T-shirt, watching the show on TV because I knew he would feel even more burdened and pressured if I was there watching them from backstage.

The show came to an end soon and I was waiting patiently for him to come home. I tried to sleep a little bit because I knew that the rest of the night would consist of me trying to calm him down, telling him it's okay and that he's still worth it.

My phone rang. I got a message. Namjoon read the sender.

He's really frustrated, doesn't even let a single one of us talk to him. Just to give you a heads up.

Thanks. I replied. It was not like I didn't already know what I was dealing with.

Only a few minutes later I heard the door of the room open. I was in the bedroom which was separated from the large living room. I heard him shuffling around, maybe settling down on the couch and soon after, quiet sobbing was heard. I waited for him to come to me into the bedroom. But he didn't. So I threw the blanket off of my legs and made my way to the door which I silently opened to just stretch my head out in the living room. The sight was heartbraking. Jimin was cowering on the the floor, back to the couch, knees to his face crying silently.

Hey baby. I whispered with my most gentle voice grabbing his attention. He flinched at the sound of my voice and looked at me with red eyes. He quickly wiped away his tears with the sleeve of his hoodie, trying to hide his frustration.

Hey babe. Sorry, did I wake you?

I shook my head. No, I was waiting for you. I went up to him and plopped down right next to him on the floor. I gently began caressing his hair and rubbing small circles on his knee with my other hand.

What's the matter huh? I asked, looking at him lovingly.

It's nothing. He said trying to give me a honest smile.

Come on. You know I'm not buying that shit. I looked at him with arched eyebrows.

He let out a frustrated sigh.

It's just... I just don't understand why I always fuck it up. He said hiding his face in his hands again.

You don't always fuck it up. You're an amazing performer and army loves you. I said pushing his hands out of his face and continuing caressing him.

But they shouldn't. I don't deserve receiving so much love. My voice is still so instable after all those years. I am supposed to be their idol, I am supposed to be perfect, that's what they deserve. I am supposed to be as good as the others. Like, look at Jungkook. There is nothing he isn't good at. He said with a voice becoming louder and angrier.

Baby you know that's not true. Jungkook has his own troubles, you know better than anyone else. Nobody is perfect Jimin, we will never be. Army loves your imperfections and no matter what you do, they will never stop loving you. I said calmly, looking in his beautiful brown eyes. He wore contact lenses during the show. I knew it looked fine on him but I most enjoyed the sight of him in comfortable clothes and a bare face. Just like he was right now.

I don't even understand how you can still put up with me. I always mess it up and I am always such a crybaby. Are you not getting tired of me?

I smile at him, now caressing his soft cheeks.

I could never get tired of you. There is nothing in this world that you could do to draw me away from you. I will never stop loving and supporting you. 

He laughed desperately but moving closer to me.

But I don't deserve that. I am not good enough.

I kissed his forehead gently, wiping away the newly build tears which were now slowly traveling down his cheeks.

Honestly Jimin. You deserve everything. You actually deserve so much better. Do you know why I fell in love with you? I asked. He looked at me, shaking his head after a few seconds.

Not because you're handsome or because you're a good dancer. I fell in love with you because you're the kindest, most passionate, most selfless person that I've ever met. And if you'd decide to quit tomorrow, to just leave all of that behind and live life quietly and comfortably, I will still be here at your side. As long as you want me to be there. I whispered.

He gently grabbed my waist and sat me on his lap, both of my legs on each side of him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and leaned my forehead against his.

Forever. He whispered, swaying me slightly and I nodded in agreement.

I started kissing his squishy and soft cheeks, earning satisfied sighs from him. I couldn't resist but starting sucking on his soft skin making him laugh.

What are you doing? He asked amusedly.

I'm giving my baby love, now shut up. I said continuing sucking on his sweet cheeks.

The rest of the night contained of sweet soft kisses all over our faces and two hearts being at ease.