Jimin ran a hand through his soft locks as he looked at his reflection in the long mirror that was placed in the Min's guest room, his eyes curiously looking over his newly dyed hair.
In the end, he did go with the pink hair.
And honestly he gotta hand it to Tae-
Jimin touched the pink bundle of hair on top of his head slightly.
--he does look good.
'Definitely apologising to you later TaeTae.' Thought Jimin along with a chuckle as he straightened his back while he gazed at the grey suit he was clamped in, the boy loving the fact that the jacket of the suit was slightly bigger then his form, making him feel all comfy and cozy, and a little bit at ease for what's about to come.
In a few minutes him and Yoongi were going to get engaged.
Engaged as in, getting ready to get married soon as well.
Yupe, here comes the contents of his stomach doing some flips once again.
Jimin put a hand on his mouth as he felt like he was ready to hurl everything that was in his stomach, the boy shivering slightly in fear.
He didn't want this.
He really didn't.
Wasn't this too early??
Wasn't this too soon??
Shouldn't they....shouldn't they wait a little bit more?
Jimin had literally just started to feel something to Yoongi in this past month. Shouldn't they wait till he was sure he was in love with him? Shouldn't they wait till he and Yoongi say so themselves that they want to get married? Shouldn't that--
Oh.
Wait.
He had too marry Yoongi.
There was a contract after all, signed by his parents for them.
Jimin laughed in misery at the reality he was living in.
He couldn't believe his future was being decided by them.
He couldn't believe that after he gets married to Yoongi, they both have to take over their parents company, and have to live the life they planned for them.
That fact disgusted him.
A knock on his door startled him out of his thoughts, Jimin literally flinching in his place as he slightly cleared his throat.
"Who is it?" He asked loudly while contemplating his side profile.
"Its me." Jimin felt his stomach churn at the sound of Yoongi's voice. "Can I come in?"
To say that Jimin panicked over Yoongi's question would be an understatement. He literally almost dramatically screamed at how much he was panicking right now.
'Holy shit-- if I say yes he'll come in and see and then I'll have to deal with him liking or hating my face and clothes, and if I say no he'll hate me-- oh god why-- wait whY am I pAnicKinG like a TeenaGeR fOr gOd'S sAke--?!'
"...hey look I'm coming in okay?"
'Oh shit--'
And Jimin couldn't even catch his breath from the little rant that he made in his mind as Yoongi literally opened his door after he had said those words.
"H--hey." Squeaked Jimin out in the most high pitched voice you would ever hear from him, as he gaped in awy at Yoongi's appearance, while the other was also preoccupied in staring at him up and down in equal shock to greet him back.
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Arranged Marriage || YOONMIN
Fanfiction"You don't understand!" Shouted out Jimin in frustration while a soft pant left his lips as the boy stopped right in his tracks to rest at the trunk of an old tree, both you and Taehyung reluctantly also stopping to catch your breaths. "He's the one...