jeongmin one shot

Second Chance

Jeongyeon stares at her reflection in the mirror. Mascara from the night before, lightly smudged beneath her eyes. What a cliché. He had offered her makeup wipes, but she'd declined.

She tries to comb her fingers through her hair, but gets stuck in tangles, so she leaves it be. It's longer now than it was when she'd first met him.

"Jeongyeon?" A soft knock on the bathroom door. "Everything okay in there?"

She turns the tap on for a couple of seconds, then turns it back off. When she opens the door, Jimin's standing right outside. He's pulled a t-shirt on, but the neckline is wide, and she can see the marks she'd left on his collarbone last night.

"Aren't you not supposed to ask a girl what she's doing in the bathroom?" she asks sardonically, stepping past him and picking her jeans up off the floor. She's hyper-aware of the fact that she's just in her panties, and even though her shirt is large and covers most of her up, there's still a lot of leg on display. Not that he hasn't seen it all before. Last night, and all the nights before.

Jimin sits on the edge of the bed and watches her. "I thought we'd be past social niceties." There's a lilt to his voice that makes Jeongyeon think he's teasing, but she isn't sure. She's lost her touch with him, after all this time.

"Don't know why you'd think that," she replies. Tugs her jeans on and does up the button. She can feel his eyes on her. Her ass looks good in these jeans, she knows that. Part of her wants to call him out for staring, but another part of her wants him to stare.

"Sorry, should I be calling you Jeongyeon-ssi?"

She snatches her leather jacket off the back of the chair where she'd thrown it, and turns to him with her eyes narrowed. "Don't get sassy with me, Park Jimin."

Jimin just grins at her. It's charming. She knows it, he knows it, the whole bloody world knows it.

Jeongyeon scowls.

"Do you want to go out for dinner this weekend?" he asks, without preamble.

She freezes. "What?"

He shrugs. "Dinner. This weekend. You in?"

She shoves one foot into her boot, then the other. "Like a date?"

"If you want."

If she wants. Jeongyeon stares at Jimin, leaning back on his hands, looking up at her with that open expression on his face. Even though he's not open, not at all. He's one of the most closed-off people she's ever met.

She picks up her bag off the ground, slings it onto her shoulder.

"Nah," she says. "No thanks."

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He was the one who'd asked her out first. Funny, that.

It was something like four years ago. She was still a rookie, and he was already fairly successful (albeit not in the same overwhelming way that he is now). They'd meet sometimes at music shows, and he'd chat with her backstage, compliment her on her singing, tell her jokes about the industry and all the people in it. They just hit it off, more so than he did with any of her group members, and it made her feel special. She was young, and new, and even his few years of experience on her felt like decades.

So when he asked for her number, she didn't hesitate. Even though Momo never stopped teasing her about it, and even though she pretended to be annoyed by all the snarky comments Nayeon made.

They didn't call it anything, but they didn't need to. They would text late into the night, or he'd call her sometimes just because he missed her voice (she liked it when he told her that). And if they were lucky their managers would ferry one of them to the other one's dorm, and they would kick their roommates out so they could be alone.