I Forgive You (Kim Namjoon x Reader)

Talking with Jimin

"Bring y/n outside for me, please."

"I wanna talk with her, alone."
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Your POV
As I sprawled myself out on his bed, I carefully studied his appearance. He didn't seem too tired, but still looked like he could use some sleep. Just an hour or two. He wore a black hoodie, with the hood covering his blonde hair, a variety of styled rings, and gray sweats. He kept his gaze down at the floor as he fidgeted with his hands.

A little while later, he sighed, knocking me out of my thoughts.

"Y/n." He began. I sat up, scrunching my eyebrows together, focusing my gaze on him.

"Mm, yea, Jimin?" I asked.

He turned his body to face me, and studied my eyes. I had the urge to turn away, but didn't. He was too handsome to look away.

"You're Namjoon's ex, correct?"

I was startled by his sudden question. Why that out of all things? Didn't he already know the answer? I felt an interrogation about to happen.

"Yea, that's right. Why ask though? Don't you already know?" I replied, dropping my shoulders.

He kept his gaze on me, never looking away, but occasionally blinking. I couldn't help but chuckle to myself.

"Why'd you guys break up? You guys seemed happy together," he added on. I sighed.

"Well... I didn't break up with him. He did." Just hearing myself say that made me want to break down again. At this point, I'm certain I still like him. I just don't want to accept the fact that I do.

"We were happy together. It was just... ARMY. They kept saying rude and harsh things about Namjoon and I. They even went as far as to spread nasty, dirty rumors about him, hoping I'd end things with him. He couldn't take it anymore, and decided it was best to end things after a while. Nowadays, I still miss him. I still miss our silly little dates, and the way he'd comfort me whenever I was crying and all alone. I especially miss his laugh, and the way his dimples shined when I flirt with him. I-"

I had to stop myself before I begin crying again. Explaining my relationship to Jimin made me remember so many memories I had with Namjoon. The way he made butterflies erupt in the pit of my stomach. The way he'd always laugh and smile whenever it's just us two.

I could hear Jimin chuckle beside me. He was smiling. He stopped fidgeting with his hands, and draped one of his arms over my shoulder. I jumped at his soft touch, letting out a tiny squeal, which made him laugh.

"Ahh, y/n. He never told me about you. I never knew he had a girlfriend until now. He'd always come back to the dorms with a goofy grin on his face. His happiness and joy made him seem like a 5 year old again, like a little kid whose just gotten the best Christmas gift to ever exist," he explained. I couldn't help but giggle.

This made me realize how precious he was to me. How much I loved him, and how much he loved me. But thanks to ARMY, he broke me.

"He really did truly love you, y/n. Seeing his dimples shine from smiling so much made me very happy. I just hope he finds the same amount of happiness again. Soon," Jimin added on.

I shot him a smile, placing my hands over his. "I'm sure he'll be very happy with whoever he ends up with. Even if it isn't me, I just want you to protect him. Make sure he takes proper care of himself, and let him laugh. A lot," I explained to him, watching as tears were brought to his eyes. I chuckled, and brought my hands up to his eyes to wipe away the tears.

"Thank you, y/n. I'll make sure he gets proper meals, and laughs a lot. Just for you," he stated, ruffling my hair. I laughed, as I swatted his hands away from my now messy hair.

We both laid down on the bed, talking about whatever crossed our minds. Plants, the members, their fun times, clouds, Seoul, anything.

I learn a lot about him and the members. Like how Yoongi barely does anything besides writing lyrics, napping, or some other business. He doesn't usually spend time for himself. I learned that Jin usually does the chores around here. Like laundry if there is any, cooking, sometimes cleaning, etc. he mostly spent his time with the boys, talking and going places with them. It made me jealous that they all had such a close relationship with each other. I want friends like that. He told me how there would be at least one or two mini arguments over dumb topics, too. Last week, Namjoon and Hobi were fighting over who gets to shower first. It sounded ridiculous.

We were having such a fun time hanging out and enjoying each other's company. That was until Jimin got a phone call.

He slowly got up from the bed, trudging his way to his desk, which is where his phone laid.

"Hello?" He spoke. I couldn't hear anything from what the caller was saying, but the voice sounded very familiar.

Jimin simply nodded, and replied, "Yeah, alright. I'll bring her out." Her? Me?

He ended the call, and placed his phone back on the desk, turning himself to face me.

"Who was it?" I asked.

"Namjoon. He wants to talk to you."

"Alone."
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