As Long As I Can (Jiminx Reader) [Completed]

Chapter 19: "The Bride Who Ran Away

The house was wrapped in the quiet hum of night when Jimin carried Y/n inside, her arms around his neck, eyes fluttering open and shut like petals unsure whether to bloom or sleep.

The night air still clung to them, the scent of wildflowers in her hair, and a lingering trace of laughter between them from the ride. Jimin's arms were steady beneath her, but his heart… his heart was a trembling mess.

He lowered her gently onto her bed, tucking her in like she was something fragile—glass on the edge of a shelf.

“You okay?” he asked, brushing a few strands of hair off her forehead.

She nodded lazily. “I feel like I’ve touched the stars tonight,” she mumbled. “You have a way of making things feel like magic.”

He smiled faintly, fighting the lump in his throat. “Just trying to keep up with your wishes.”

She reached to her drawer and fumbled for something. A little rustle, a crinkle. She turned to him, holding out a small candy wrapped in gold foil.

He looked at it, confused.

“A gift?” he teased.

She offered a sleepy smile. “It’s a special candy. You only eat it on days when your heart feels too heavy. I saved it for you.”

He took it gently, his fingers brushing hers. “I’m fine, Y/n.”

“No, you’re not,” she murmured, blinking slowly. “You’re scared. You think I don’t see it, but I do.”

He froze, the candy held tightly in his palm.

“And Jimin…” Her voice was barely a whisper now. “Don’t fall in love with me.”

It shattered something inside him.

But when he looked down, her eyes were already closed—soft and serene—her breaths shallow, peaceful.

She was asleep.

He sat beside her for a long time after that, the weight of those words pressing on his chest like a boulder. Don’t fall in love with me. But he already had. Somewhere in the quiet, in the early mornings she greeted with sleepy smiles, in the way she looked at life like it was something worth dancing for even when time was cruel—he’d fallen.

And now he was afraid of what it would mean to stay.

Or to lose her.

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Next Morning

Y/n found Jimin in the kitchen, a cup of coffee in his hand, eyes staring out the window.

“Did you sleep?” she asked softly.

He turned toward her and offered a smile—too practiced, too calm.

“Not much,” he replied. “I had something to plan.”

She tilted her head. “What kind of something?”

He didn’t answer, just set the mug down and gently took her hand. “Come with me.”

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The early afternoon sun was soft, casting golden hues across the countryside road as Jimin drove in peaceful silence. Y/n sat beside him, peeking curiously through the window, the wind brushing past her face as her fingers traced circles on the glass.

“Where are we going?” she finally asked, voice tinged with both suspicion and playfulness.

Jimin only smiled. “You’ll see.”

She pouted, arms crossed. “If this is another surprise, I swear—”

“It is,” he cut in, grinning.

When they finally pulled up beside an old, empty railway station framed by sprawling trees and wildflowers, Y/n’s brows furrowed in curiosity.

Before she could ask again, Jimin stepped out, opened the back of the car, and gently pulled out a garment bag and a small white box tied with a ribbon.

Her eyes widened. “Is that…?”

“You once said you wanted to wear a wedding dress and run away. I know you meant it in that silly, dreamy way of yours… but I remembered.” He turned to face her, his eyes softer now. “And I thought, maybe it’s not that silly after all.”

She was quiet for a moment.

Then smiled.

“You remembered?”

“I remember everything about you.”

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The station was old but charming — quiet, nostalgic, and perfectly empty. Jimin had even hung white curtains in one corner, forming a makeshift changing room.

With his help, she slipped into the dress — a simple, flowing ivory piece with soft lace around the sleeves and a ribbon at the waist. The moment she stepped out, Jimin froze.

“You’re…” he whispered, nearly breathless. “You’re something else.”

She twirled slightly, letting the skirt swirl. “I feel like a movie heroine.”

“You look like the best part of every movie,” he said honestly.

She grinned, then lifted her dress slightly. “So? You ready to run?”

“Always.”

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They stood side by side on the empty railway tracks, the breeze teasing her hair as she held up the hem of the gown.

And then she ran.

Barefoot, laughing, her laughter echoing through the trees.

Jimin chased after her, holding her shoes in one hand, shouting, “You’re not supposed to be this fast!”

“You’re supposed to catch me!” she called back, joy bubbling from her chest.

They ran past wildflowers, down the old tracks, until the trees opened up to a wide clearing bathed in sunlight. She stopped there, breathless and beaming, her cheeks flushed and dress billowing in the breeze.

Jimin caught up and stood beside her, hands on his knees. “You didn’t even give me a head start.”

“You gotta be quick if you want to steal a bride,” she teased, giggling.

They sat down in the grass near the edge of the clearing. The sun was warm, the clouds lazy, and the world for once… perfectly still.

“I used to imagine this,” Y/n said softly. “Just me in a dress, running away. No reason. Just… joy.”

Jimin looked at her, his voice almost a whisper. “Then I’m glad I got to be the one running with you.”

She smiled and leaned back on her palms, gazing up at the sky.

“It’s silly, I know.”

“No,” he said. “It’s beautiful.”

They stayed like that for a while, saying nothing, hearts full. Until finally, Y/n turned to him with a glint in her eyes.

“Next time, I want a veil that’s longer than the tracks.”

Jimin laughed, falling back into the grass beside her. “Deal.”

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