YOUR NAME

Jimin x Reader 1/2

Tzzz. Your phone vibrates in your hand and you peer into the dull screen to identify the caller, ultimately letting out an annoyed hiss as soon as you read the name - Jimin.

Park Jimin, your first A-grade- you hesitate to think that word, but well- bully. Jimin has had an eye on you for all the wrong reasons, and for you he had set a clear target. That was to turn your last year of college into his own idea of fun, and what more pleasurable to him than your piqued face? He tags your discontent as a sign of glory, and why that might even be slightly amusing remained alien to you. He wouldn't even be at your school if it weren't for his father's promotion and his damn excellent grades, and this bothered you; all the tables had turned resulting from his appearance, both literally and figuratively, and he deliberately brought into existence trouble to you, you who were supposedly unaffected by everything.

The only reason you had his number saved was because you had to ignore him, and you did. You put your phone on mute for the second time this morning, and it didn't matter to you of you were going to miss out on any other important calls. You slam the locker door shut in pensive aggression and turn to see pair of wood brown eyes glaring at you.

"I was calling to get you to attend my party today," he had managed to show up though, regardless of your attempts to avoid him.

"And what made your moronic brain think I'd show up," you retort.

"Oh, darling, I have my ways," he grins back a flirtatious eye smile. He leaves without a word, only for your phone to flash again a second later, with a text displaying his address.

You're raged to your core now, but you keep yourself collected. This time you switch off your phone completely.

-

9:02 pm, you see glancing up when you realize your chip packet had run out of chips. You keep the physics textbook away, you were too distracted to study anymore anyway. Your friend hadn't called you since her disagreement with Namjoon hyung, and you were worried.

...Wait. I had my phone switched off. It hit you then, and you struggle off your chair and rampage your bag to turn that contraption on.

Tzzz. It vibrates again, Jimin's name popping up on the screen with a voice message attached underneath.

"Y/N, you will come tonight, won't you?" You can hear his flirty eye smile once more.

There's a knock on you door immediately after, followed Eun-ha storming into your room. "Don't you dare give me the I've-got-morals talk, Y/N. You're coming with me. I'm going to take on every guy at Jimin's birthday party, I swear on my ovaries," she yells, and throws a dress at my lap.

"Hey hey hey, calm your tits. What did Namjoon exactly do? We can talk abou-"

"You have thirteen minutes to get your ass ready," she interrupts, angsty determination overflowing her mouth, as if a moment's delay would break her apart. Denying wasn't an option. Your more reasonable side of the brain certainly didn't want Eun-ha making an appearance alone in that state.

Oh hell, how bad could it even get.

-

A minute's contemplation exhausts you - you're still unable to put that finger on the doorbell. Eun-ha, growing irked by the second, slaps the door in your behalf, saying, "Get some balls, Y/N, Jimin's not going to eat you even if you wanted him to." You scowl in disgust upon hearing the latter, and as the door swings open you sight your way too unfavorable nightmare.

Park Jimin, your very own A-grade bully, you think without hesitation. I'm going to bury you if you decide to bother me today.

-

Eun-ha's in the left corner of the bar area, not drunk yet, and making out with two men simultaneously. You're sitting a few feet away on a couch, your favourite bottle of blended scotch whiskey in hand. You've only taken a few sips when Jimin approaches you with an empty paper cup and drops down on the seat next to you, brushing up against you in the process. You gasp at the sudden spark that the skin where your bare arm touches his.

"Told you you'd show up, darling," he beams again, but innocently this time, handing out the paper cup for you to pour in, his oblivion to your abrupt change in guard unsuspecting. "You look pretty."

That's odd. The compliment throws you off track. Am I drunk and hearing things or are you actually being nice? ...But thank you, Park Jimin.

"I'm being nice and you're welcome, Y/N," he replies, as if reading your unstated thoughts, and you're left fazed, eyes widening in discomfort.

"Come on, let me show you something," Jimin speaks again, shattering the unyielding silence. He jumps off the couch and holds out an empty hand. You make an effort in shoving it away and standing on your own, but feel a stinging sensation creeping up a the back of your neck. You think you'd fall, but there's an arm around your waist, nudging you up the stairs.

-

Jimin opens a door to a dark room, but a small lamp hung from the center of the ceiling is enough for you to distinguish the forms of each object. There's a bed beside the curtained windows, and a tv facing it. And too many books on the shelf above the television. You're a reader.

"Yes I am, I really need to get new books before my guts give out," he says, taking you by shock. A plasma of hysteria snakes through you, but you're perplexed. How are you doing that?

"Doing what?"

I really like you Park Jimin, you decide to trick him.

"I really like you too, Y/N," Jimin says, flushing cherry red as he says those words. Baffled, you let out a groan and stomp into the washroom. "I'll be waiting till you're out." You hear Jimin add.

Okay, okay, calm down Y/N, he is just randomly saying those stuff, you don't need to assume anything more, he doesn't like you and that's it. IS HE HEARING ALL THIS NOW, oh my god, stop thinking you drunk fucker-

Splash. You slap youself with a palm of ice cold water on both cheeks. You can't help but be embarrassed, and worried; he'll surely give a mouthful at school when you're sober again. Please don't.

You head out, spaced out and expecting him to bother you about that.

"Hey, it's alright, I don't kiss and tell, Y/N."

You close your eyes in distress at that phrase, but are hit with a soft pair of lips on yours. Jimin grabs your waist, pushing you against his wall, all while placing on you breathless kisses. Eyes levered open upon impact, you push at his torso, still incapable of grasping what just happened.

You'd thought he wouldn't give up, but his lips part from your's instantly, leaving you in a dumbfounded predicament.

"I'm so sorry," he whispers. For a moment in space, your breaths lock. You witness the uninhabitable loneliness in his eyes, now that you are close enough to look into it. It must've been painful, you think, and for a moment, you nurture the urge to do exactly what he wants, and you don't care about your pride or anything or anything, you just want him to never feel the way you've always felt.

So, so utterly lonely.