#1 in btsjiminff #1 in parkjiminff | An Indian FF |
Their worlds collided at a grand family function, where laughter and music filled the air. Jimin's eyes met Y/N's, and from that moment on, he was enchanted. Her smile was like sunshine, and her ki...
The evening settled in, casting a warm golden glow across the living room. The anticipation was palpable, everyone gathered for the mehendi night, eagerly awaiting the arrival of the bride. Laughter and chatter filled the air, creating an atmosphere of joyful celebration.
As the minutes ticked by, Taehyung couldn't resist a mischievous grin. He leaned over to Jimin, a playful twinkle in his eyes. "Jimin, you won't believe how stunning Y/N looks tonight. You'll be mesmerized."
Jimin's eyes lit up with anticipation, his restlessness growing with each passing second. "Is she here yet?" he asked, barely able to contain his excitement.
Taehyung chuckled. "Not yet, but you'll know when she arrives. Trust me, you won't be able to take your eyes off her."
Then, as if on cue, a voice announced the arrival of the bride. The room turned in unison, all eyes fixed on the radiant figure that entered. Yet, amidst the flurry of activity, Jimin's gaze remained fixed on one person – Y/N. She looked ethereal, a vision of grace and beauty that stole his breath away.
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(y/n's look)
Jimin's POV:
Y/N was a vision of ethereal beauty. Her emerald green dress draped elegantly, complementing her every move. Her hair, styled in a casual yet mesmerizing bun, framed her delicate features. Her lips held a soft, natural hue, and her eyes sparkled with a light that seemed to rival the stars. The bangles adorning her wrists added a musical charm to her every gesture.
Each glance, each detail, left Jimin breathless. He couldn't help but marvel at the way she carried herself, a blend of grace and allure that was entirely her own. She was a tapestry of beauty, every thread woven with care and artistry.
Y/N, sensing Jimin's unwavering gaze, felt her cheeks flush with warmth. She coyly hid herself behind the veil of the gathered guests, her heart aflutter with a mixture of shyness and exhilaration.
Just as Y/N was lost in her own thoughts, a tap on her shoulder startled her. She turned, expecting to find Jimin, her smile already blooming. However, her expression shifted from delight to mild confusion as she was met with Aryan's presence.
Aryan's smile was warm, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Hey there, beautiful. Mind if I join you?" he asked, a playful tone in his voice.
Y/N's smile, once radiant, now faltered into a polite frown. She searched the room, her eyes scanning for Jimin, her heart yearning for his reassuring presence. The unexpected encounter with Aryan left her feeling slightly off balance.
Meanwhile, Jimin, still captivated by Y/N's presence, couldn't shake the feeling of restlessness. His heart longed to be near her, to share in this moment of celebration. Little did he know, fate had its own plans for their evening.
As the mehendi function commenced, the air was filled with joy and excitement. The room was adorned with vibrant colors and the aroma of henna. Y/N's mother, ever the harbinger of traditions, shared a piece of Mehendi lore with the gathered guests.
"Did you know," she began, her voice carrying a touch of whimsy, "the depth of the mehendi color signifies the depth of love your partner holds for you? The darker the stain, the deeper the affection."
At that very moment, Y/N turned her gaze towards Jimin, only to find him already locked in a meaningful exchange of glances. A blush crept up her cheeks, painting them a delicate shade of pink. The unspoken words between their eyes held a story of their own.
Jimin's POV:
In that stolen moment, our eyes met, and the world around us seemed to fade into insignificance. It was as though an unspoken understanding passed between us, a silent affirmation of the feelings we held in our hearts. The blush that graced Y/N's cheeks mirrored the warmth that surged within me.
Yet, before our trance could deepen further, Aryan's voice disrupted our reverie. He settled beside Y/N and extended an offer to apply mehendi on her hands. She hesitated, her eyes briefly flickering towards me, a silent plea in their depths. It was a plea I yearned to answer, to be the one to adorn her hands with the intricate patterns of henna.
However, destiny had other plans, and Y/N's response was a reluctant agreement to Aryan's request. A pang of disappointment rippled through me, mirrored by the sadness that clouded Y/N's eyes. It was a fleeting moment, but one that left an indelible mark on my heart.
The room buzzed with cheerful conversations, the festivities continuing around us. Aryan carefully applied the mehendi, his touch gentle yet possessive. Y/N's gaze, though fixed on her hands, seemed to wander, her eyes occasionally finding mine
The atmosphere was charged with festivity, but for Jimin, there was an unmistakable air of frustration. He stood, silently seething, his face a picture of discontent. Just then, Taehyung sauntered over, an expression of mock disappointment painted across his face.
"Bro, I'm seriously disappointed in you," Taehyung announced with a dramatic sigh. Jimin couldn't help but ask, perplexed, "Why?"
Taehyung didn't answer with words but simply pointed at Y/N and Aryan, who were engrossed in a conversation. Jimin turned his gaze toward them, his jaw clenched. "So what?" he grumbled.
Taehyung leaned in closer, his voice a hushed whisper. "Don't you love Y/N?" he inquired, raising an eyebrow.
Jimin's eyes widened in shock, and his cheeks flushed. "What are you saying?" he stammered, taken aback by the directness of Taehyung's question.
Taehyung pressed on, his smile widening. "Don't you love Y/N?" he repeated.
Jimin hesitated but couldn't deny the truth. "Yes," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. He felt the warmth of a blush spread across his cheeks as he admitted his feelings.
Taehyung's smirk grew wider. "That's my boy!" he declared, taking Jimin's hand and leading him towards Y/N and Aryan.
Once there, Taehyung unceremoniously pushed Jimin to one side of Y/N, leaving her momentarily bewildered by the sudden rearrangement. Jimin, equally perplexed, whispered to Taehyung, "What are you doing?"
Jimin, still flustered, leaned in and whispered to Taehyung, "What are you doing?"
Taehyung ignored Jimin's question and turned his attention to Y/N. "Did you know, Y/N, that Jimin is an expert at applying mehendi?" he declared with a wink.
Aryan, eager to compete, chimed in, "I'm quite skilled as well, you know."
Y/N sensed the tension between the two men and nodded her head in agreement.
Taehyung took Y/N's other hand and placed it in Jimin's hand, his plan unfolding seamlessly. "Jimin, show Y/N just how good you are at applying mehendi," Taehyung encouraged.
Jimin hesitated and tried to protest, but Aryan's words only fueled his determination. "Yes, please, Jimin," Aryan said with a mischievous grin. "I want to see how good you are."
Jimin sighed internally, feeling trapped in the situation. Taehyung proudly announced, "Just wait and watch."
Then, with Taehyung's encouragement, Jimin attempted to apply the mehendi, despite having no previous experience. As the design took shape, Y/N watched with a mixture of amusement and curiosity, her heart torn between the two men competing for her attention.
And just like that, the evening came to an end, filled with laughter, teasing, and the promise of new beginnings.
