K-Pop Imagines Volume 5: Bangtan Boys (BTS) {Closed for Requests}

J-Hope - A Case Of Paranoia(Jealously, cute)

A/N to dedicated - I sincerely apologize for the long wait! My only excuse is that I didn't have a good idea for this, but now I, obviously, do. I hope this was worth the wait :)

Imagine...

You are just on your way home from dance practice with Jimin. He is in the last class of the day, like you, and he offered to walk you home to make sure you got there safely.

"Jimin, you really didn't have to walk me all the way here," you say once you reach the front door of your apartment complex. "Now you have to walk all the way back to your house."

"I already told you, (your name here)," he says, chuckling a little bit. "It's alright. I can get home safely. I just wanted to make sure you did first. After all, it is dark outside and anyone could just snatch you up." You laugh a little in response, causing him to smile at you.

"Well thanks, but next time, remember that I can take care of myself," you reply.

"I'll be sure to," he says sarcastically. "Good night and sweet dreams," he adds, waving as he starts walking back.

"Good night," you say, also waving. Then you head inside and take the elevator up to your apartment. 

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When you get inside, you see your boyfriend, J-Hope, sitting on the couch with the television on and the volume up. You laugh to yourself a little as you take off your coat and shoes. You walk over and sit next to him before pecking his cheek with a kiss to get his attention, which it does.

"Hi," you say with a smile on your lips.

"Oh, hi," he says rather plainly. "I didn't hear you come in."

"I just got in literally like ten seconds ago," you say, only a simple nod from him.

"Did you actually walk yourself home or did Jimin bring you?" he asks after a brief silence passes, his eyes now back on the television screen. You would have answered right away, but something about the way he said Jimin made you cringe. It was like the way you say the name of someone you hate.

"Yeah...he did," you say slowly. "Wae?"

"No reason," he shrugs, letting out a sigh.

"If it makes you that uncomfortable I can tell him to stop," you say, bending over slightly to look at his expressionless face.

"It doesn't make me uncomfortable," he says, his arms now crossed over his chest.

"Well then why do you seem so upset by it?" you ask. He just sighs again, avoiding eye contact with you. "Babe, you don't have to be afraid to talk to me. I won't get mad, I promise." He finally looks at you, this time with a softer expression.

"I know I shouldn't be," he says, looking down as he starts playing with his fingers, "but I just get a little jealous whenever he does things like that for you because I'm your boyfriend, so I should be doing things like that for you, not him."

"Hey, don't worry about it," you say, laughing a little. "He's just my friend. Plus, he has a girlfriend, so I couldn't date him even if I wanted to." He sighs a more calm sigh now before smiling faintly at you.

"I'm sorry," he says. "I shouldn't have thought that. Can you forgive me?"

"Yes, but for the record," you say pecking his lips with a kiss. "I was never mad at you." He laughs, throwing his head back a little as he does. Then he leans closer to you, placing a sweet kiss on your lips.