BTS Imagines

Kim Seokjin (Jin) | Oppa!

[MERRY CHRISTMAS YA FILTHY ANIMALS<333 I'VE DECIDED AS A SMALL PRESENT TO MAKE AS MANY IMAGINES AS I COULD IN A SPAN OF A FEW HOURS BEFORE. I HAVE TO GO SOMEWHERE FOR A CHRISTMAS PARTY<333 I LOVE YOU ALLLL AND THANKS FOR 2K READS][also hOLY FUCK THIS PHOTO ON THE SIDE KILLED ME I WANT THIS TATTOOED ON MY FUCKING ASS JIN'S LOOKING SO SHARP MY HEART JUST WENT DOKI DOKI]

"Why are we here again?" Y/N asked her younger sister, Ai, as they walked around the park.

Ai, who was dressed in full merchandise, whined. "Well, the concert starts in two hours so we have some time to kill. Anyways, your thighs are lookin' a lil'... bigger." Y/N gasped, offended.

Immediately, she slapped her 13 year-old sister on the shoulder. Ai yelped, her high pitched voice cutting through the air like glass.

The night was already darkening, but it was a weekday. No one was at the park, except for a few people.

"You really infuriate me," Y/N ranted, looking down at her sister, "You call me fat, you make me go to this stupid K-Pop concert where the idols are MY age, you don't even thank me! Really y-" Y/N's rant was cut off when she accidentally hit shoulders with someone passing by.

The man had a black coat, and glasses. But, Y/N couldn't see his face. His glasses dropped onto the concrete, and Y/N winced.

"Ah! Sorry, I wasn't looking," Y/N apologized, turning to him. He crouched down, picking up the frames.

He began to wipe it on his sweater, looking up. "No, it's okay," He smiled warmly. Y/N bowed a little, slightly embarrassed.

"Oh, my, GOSH!" Ai suddenly yelled, making Y/N flinch. Y/N covered an ear, and she turned to look at her younger sister.

Ai stared at the mystery boy with wide eyes, her mouth slightly agape. "What the hell, Ai," Y/N muttered annoyed, as she rubbed her ear to rid of the ringing.

Ai immediately neared the tall mystery boy. "Jin oppa!" Ai squealed, emphasizing on the honorific.

Jin smiled, a fake one Y/N could tell. "Would you like a photo?" Jin asked, as the pubescent girl jumped up and down at the sight of him.

"Yes please! Oh my gosh," Ai hyperventilated, quickly taking out her smartphone. Ai shoved it into Y/N's hands, posing beside her idol.

Y/N rolled her eyes. "Rude..." Y/N muttered as she positioned the camera. In an instant, a click could be heard, and the photo was taken.

"U-Uh, thank you, Jin oppa!" Ai spluttered, looking at the photo. Y/N watched Ai look at the photos, but Jin looked at Y/N.

"Not a fan?" Jin asked, seeing Y/N's annoyed face. Y/N looked up at him, slightly dazed. Then, she shook her head.

"Not like I hate your band, but boy groups aren't really my thing. I like the western singers, you know?" Y/N explained, carefully picking her words so she didn't offend the broad-shouldered boy.

Jin nodded, a slight smile on his face. "Well, are you guys going to the concert tonight?" Ai nodded enthusiastically, a bright grin enlightening her face.

"Yeah! I wanted to go alone, but my parents said I had to go with an adult so I brought my unnie," Ai replied, looking at Y/N quickly, then reverting her attention back to Jin.

Jin nodded, glancing at Y/N. "Well, if you have the time, you guys should drop by backstage later!" Jin pulled out two card looking things from his pocket, along with a sharpie.

He wrote something on both, then handed them to the both of them. His hand lingered on Y/N's, then quickly retreated.

"I have to leave now, but it was nice to meet you!" Jin explained, bowing weakly, "I hope I get to see you backstage!" Ai nodded, bouncing eagerly.

"Oh, of course oppa! Bye!~" Ai yelled as Jin began to hurry off.

Ai turned around, then began silently screaming. 'Oh my gosh...' She muttered under her breathe as she began to text her friends.

Y/N glanced at Jin's retreating figure, then at the backstage pass he gave them. On hers, there was extra writing.

Ai was too busy to notice as Y/N began to read.

'You're very beautiful. Hope to see you later~ xo 000-0000-0000,' It wrote, in messy writing.

Y/N smiled fondly. As she began to input the number into her own contacts, as gazed to her sister who was fangirling loudly.

Then, she looked back at the number on the ticket.

There is no way I am telling Ai...