BTS Imagines

Seokjin ♥︎ When He Calls You Clingy Pt. 1

The butterflies in your stomach were ninety percent nerves and maybe ten percent excitement. You were delighted that your relationship with Seokjin was getting serious enough that he wanted to introduce you to his group members. However, meeting new people was something that has always made you a little anxious.

Fortunately, the other boys in BTS weren't complete strangers to you. Throughout six months of dating, you briefly encountered most of them at some point or another, but Seokjin never allowed you to mingle long enough to really get to know them, which is why you were rather surprised when he suddenly insisted on hosting a dinner with you, Namjoon, Hoseok, and Jimin this evening.

To help with preparing the food, you arrived at his apartment an hour early, which you were more than happy to do since cooking was one of your favorite ways to spend time with Jin. You weren't great at it, but he always made it fun. Since you were both pretty shy at the beginning of your relationship, he smoothly used it as a pretext to get closer to you, whether that be standing behind you and guiding your hand to show you how to properly use a knife, or just cutely bringing a spoon to your lips for a taste of whatever he was making. In doing all of this, he thought he was being clever, but you were well aware of what was going on and happily complicit.

These days, the touch barrier between the two of you was long gone and you were now a very affectionate couple in private, and especially in the kitchen. Stealing long hugs and kisses from one another while preparing food was just sort of an endearing quirk you both shared and it made cooking together as intimate as watching a movie and cuddling.

Because of all this, you had hoped that some alone time with Seokjin before his other guests showed up would help ease your nerves a bit, but when you arrived, he seemed uncharacteristically tense.

"Jinnie! It's me!" You called from the foyer of his apartment, shutting the front door behind you before sliding out of your shoes.

"I'm in the kitchen!" Seokjin shouted from down the hall.

You followed his voice and found your boyfriend with his back to you, standing in front of the stove. Without hesitation, you walked up behind him and wrapped your arms around his torso, rising to your tippy toes to give him a brief peck on his cheek. "Hey, babe, Is everything okay?" You asked, concerned about the hint of agitation in his voice a moment ago.

He released an exasperated sigh. "Maybe. I don't know. It looks like I let the beef marinate for too long overnight and now it's going to be too salty. Probably inedible."

"I bet it will be alright." You assured him, unwrapping your arms from his waist and stepping to the side so that you could rub your hand up and down his back. "If worse comes to worst we can have carryout delivered."

Seokjin scoffed at the suggestion. "Yeah, but I promised the boys steak and I really wanted us to eat this."

You frowned, somewhat taken aback by his rude reaction. Your boyfriend never seemed bothered by kitchen mishaps before, but that could be because he was only ever cooking for the two of you, meaning there was less pressure for a successful dinner when you were both merely experimenting with new recipes.

Unsure of how else to comfort him, you decided to just offer your help. "Well, now that I'm here, what can I do?"

"I don't know. Just set the table or something. I can't afford for anything else to get messed up." He replied dismissively, too focused on the sauce he was stirring.

His words stung a little, but you tried not to take them to heart. Besides, you were well aware that you weren't the most distinguished cook. It was just unfortunate that this new uptight attitude of his was only making you feel more uneasy about tonight.

"Okay, I'll take care of that." You tried to sound enthusiastic, patting his back and giving him one last kiss on the cheek.

Between the kitchen and dining room, you walked back and forth, grabbing plates, cups, and cutlery to arrange on the table. Since Seokjin's undivided attention remained on cooking, the silence enabled your mind to race with the worries you've been ruminating on ever since he told you about the dinner plans earlier this week. It was honestly impressive how efficient your brain was at contriving endless awkward worst-case scenarios that could unfold tonight.

When the table was finally set, you returned to the kitchen and wrapped your arms around your boyfriend once again, nuzzling your cheek against the center of his upper back. You could really use a hug right about now, but this would have to do since Seokjin was preoccupied with sautéing vegetables.

"Jinnie." You murmured his nickname softly, making him grunt in response, signaling for you to continue.

"I'm really nervous." You confessed, desperate for any sort of encouragement he could give you. "What if they don't like me?"

Jin sighed. "You have nothing to worry about, Y/N. They already think you're nice and I'm sure they're going to like you even more once they get to know you." His reassuring words would have been more convincing had he not sounded somewhat vexed that you were distracting him.

Still, not wanting to add to his stress or start a fight, you let it slide and just nodded your head in understanding. "Thanks, babe." You said, squeezing his waist a little tighter and reveling in the only comfort he was currently capable of providing you.

Seokjin merely hummed in response before turning around to grab some more chopped vegetables from the kitchen island behind him. You followed along, your arms still securely wrapped around his waist.

"Are you really going to keep holding on like this?" He asked, returning to the stove.

The indifference in his tone made you pout, but you forced yourself to giggle a little, hoping your affection would loosen him up a bit. "Yep."

To your surprise, he huffed in annoyance. "Fine. Just make sure you don't act so clingy when everyone gets here. It doesn't look good."

It took a couple seconds for you to process what he was saying, but when you did, your arms immediately dropped, and you took a step back. His words shocked you as much as they embarrassed and hurt you. Never in the six months you had been together had you suspected he was irritated by your affection. He was always just as "clingy" towards you, save for today since he's been all torn up about his stupid steaks.

His tone and the implication that you didn't have enough sense of decency to know better than to act lovey-dovey in front of his members offended you. And for him to speak of you like some desperate girlfriend who's been smothering him, as though he isn't usually the one to initiate such affection, made your heart clench.

For a moment, you stood there, waiting for him to turn around and take everything back, but as the seconds silently ticked by, it became clear that he would do no such thing. He just carried on cooking as if he didn't even notice, or worse, didn't even care, that his words wounded you.

At a loss for how to respond and on the brink of tears, you quietly dismissed yourself. "I'll be right back." You mumbled, walking away and locking yourself in a nearby bathroom where you attempted to compose yourself before company arrived.