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Wasn't it stupid to think,
That I'm the only flower in your garden?°•°•°
You were comfortably laying on a mascular Jimin's back, your body shifting with every step he took. Your hands were tightly wrapped around his neck.
You two were going home. It was early morning, you heard birds singing and sun was shining on your skin. You and Jimin spent the night together, but you didn't get much sleep. You were too busy with other, so much more iteresting, things
And now you were taking piggy-back ride on Jimin. Your head was laid on the back of his neck, and your fingers tangled in his pink, soft hair. You were smiling unconsciously, breathing in his scent.
You were happy being here, with him. You liked seeing him and talking to him. You loved touching him and feeling his warmth. He changed you. Slowly, but surely he walked into your grey world and painted it in brightest colours. You loved this squishy mochi. He felt like... home. And that was the reason, why you smiled widely.
Your thoughts have been interrupted by a high pitched voice. "(Y/N), I am just curious... Where did you live all the time, before we took you?"
You chuckled a little. "You mean, before you kidnapped me?" You asked and saw how Jimin nodded, slightly embarassed. "I lived in Seoul, in a big skyscraper" you explained, remembering a tall building.
"There are lot of skyscrapers in Seoul" Jimin said, confused.
"No, that one is really big. And it is in the center of the city" you explained. Jimin just said 'oh' and carried on walking. Then he opened his mouth again. "Did you live alone?" He asked.
You furrowed your eyebrows. You didn't want to remember survivors right now. You knew, it was ignorant to do so, but you just wanted to be in this daydream a little more. For once, you didn't want to think about your brain tumor, how to get back to skyscraper, what to tell to boys, when you'll go... You wanted to be free, just for this once.
"Uhm... No. I lived with a group of other survivors" you said with thoughts flowing through your mind.
"Were there lot of boys?" He asked all of a sudden. You smiled at him. You felt how he squeezed your thight in his grisp. "I am asking, if I'm the only jagi to you" he uttered in a low, voice, that is completely not him. You laughed out loud at his goofiness.
"Of course, you are the only jagi to me" you whispered back, still laughing slightly. You were surprised. Both by Jimin's baldness and at how easy you gave in. Like calling someone jagi was normal to you. Like feeling this way about someone was normal to you.
Shortly after you two exited the forest. You could see a big house in the field that was in front of you. As Jimin walked towards it, you got a little nervous. What, if the boys will ask, why you and Jimin spent the night away? What if they ask where you two were? What you two were doing? Aish... You were already flustered even thinking about them asking that.
Jimin opened the door, without making a sound. You saw the same dark hallway with pictures on the walls. Pink haired boy closed the door behind, as you let go of his neck and jumped down on the ground. It made a slight sound.
You cursed immediately, when you heard low thumps in the corridor. You saw someone running down the stairs, as a black haired person entered your vision. It was Jin
"WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?!" he yelled, still running towards you two. You flinched a little, when Jin appeared in front of you. Few more boys followed after him, curious about why Kim Seokjin himself is yelling.
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𝕽𝖊𝖘𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖓𝖙 [P.JMxReader] ✔
Fanfiction❝Yes, (Y/N) was resistant. But not to his kisses.❝ °•°•° In which a girl, that is resistant to zombies, is trying to survive in the cruel apocalypse world, but is met by a very special pink haired boy, that makes her existance even more difficult. °...