BTS Imagines: Part Two

Park Jimin / Jimin: My Brother's Bestfriend

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Y/N's POV

You know those people who you think you like but they just turn out to be the biggest bitch you've ever met? Gosh! I hate Park Jimin. I used to have the biggest crush on him and when I confessed, he just looked at me right under his nose and said, "I don't like you."

Someday, I'd like to jam a pencil up his beautiful nostrils, bite his luscious-looking pouty lips and grip his hair. You write furiously on your journal, you let out a frustrated groan and yelled your anger out. You still couldn't move on from what happened a week ago, you confessed to your 3-year crush, your older brother's best friend and he just turned you down like that.

Doesn't he know how many guys would kill to have a date with me? I'm the campus muse, boys drool when they see me and he just turns me down like I'm some kind of scum? You continue to write down then the door of your room busted open.

"Yah, go wash the dishes." Your older brother, Kim Taehyung said as he barged in the room. He was only 2 years older, you glared at him.

"I did them this morning!" You whined and closed your journal, "Get out!"

"I did them last night!" He yells back and stopped you from closing the door as you push through the other side.

"I don't want to! I'll tell mom!" You yell back at your brother, you scream at the top of your lungs.

"It was mom who said to call you to wash the dishes!" he barges in your room and swiped his knuckle harshly on the top of your head.

"Ah!" You pout and took his arm and bit it hard, he screams at the top of his lungs. Then you hear your mother's footsteps running up the stairs, the two of you immediately let go of each other.

Your mother slams the door open, fuming with anger and a belt on her hand. "What a disgrace! The neighbors must've gone deaf from all the screaming match the both of you had, you are 16 and 18! Then you go fighting on who's washing the dishes! Turn around!"

The two of you frown and turn around, receiving the lashes of the belt. "Aren't you embarrassed?! When I was younger I would even climb a mountain to feed my siblings because our parents woke up earlier to work, I would carry two buckets of water on my shoulders so that we had water and I had to take it from the well up the hill! And you go fighting about some unwashed dishes?!"

The yelling went on for a good hour then your mother apologizes and applies soothing cream on your backs, saying how she didn't mean it and that she'll wash the dishes herself and then she went to her work as a chef at a five-star hotel.

You felt bad as you see your brother walking around the house shirtless with visible marks of the belt on his back, if only I had washed the dishes, you thought. You had a sports bra on since wearing a shirt absorbs the lotion and it just hurt, you went down and your brother was asleep on the couch. Lying on his front while the TV was on, you decided to make a peace offering like you always do.

You decided to call delivery for Japchae, his favorite food. Soon, the doorbell rings and you take a random t-shirt that was lying on the living room, turns out to be your brothers. You didn't wear it, you just covered your front and you slightly opened the door and paid for the delivery. You take the food to the living room and opened it there. You smirk as you see his eyes squint and flutter open, "And you just happen to want to eat Japchae right in front of me."

"Sounds about right," You replied, he gets up and takes a bowl but you slap his hand with a chopstick.

"Fine, I'm sorry." He said and you couldn't hide your smile.