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Does He Know? | Jimin (Part 2)

Genre: Fluff, Angst & Drama

Word Count: 4,3k

Summary: Jimin doesn’t like your fiancé at all. Why? Because he couldn’t just watch and do nothing, while the love of his life marries someone else.

Part 1

It was Saturday and with that, exactly one month until the wedding. I was wedding dress shopping with my mum, my mother-in-law, sister-in-law and my two best girlfriends. I told everyone to choose a dress for me to try on. While Jack’s family went for a over the top, princess look, my mum and best friends chose elegant, body-fitting dresses. Nevertheless, they were all gorgeous, if you didn’t look at the prize. After trying on the five dresses, giving a little fashion show and receiving approving as well as disapproving looks, I disappeared in the dressing room again, hiding from the decision I had to make. They asked me which dress I was going to choose but I couldn’t tell them. Not yet. I had two favourites but none of them completely overwhelmed me. So, I tried on another one, and another one and another one. Beginning to feel frustrated, I sat down on the stool in the fitting room with my face in my hands. I sighed loudly and looked into the mirror, tilting my head and then shaking it. “You’re not even capable of finding a fitting wedding dress, how do you think you’ll be able to maintain a happy marriage?”, I whispered to my reflection.

After trying on what felt like all the dresses this boutique had, I felt hot. Too hot. I started breathing heavily and tried to cool my face down. Y/N, you have to find a dress today. The wedding is in a month. A month. Everyone is going to look at you on your way to the altar. They’re going to judge you. Suddenly it felt as if the walls started moving, they were coming closer, the room became smaller and it was hard to breathe. I felt dizzy. Quickly looking for my phone in my bag, I dialled Jimin’s number and impatiently waited for him to pick up. It rang once, twice, three times and then he finally picked up. “Yes?”

“Jimin, thank god, you picked up! Listen, I need your help. You need to come here as soon as possible. I can’t do this anymore,” I spoke into the phone, so quickly I was surprised Jimin understood what I said.

“Calm down, Y/N. Take a deep breath and then send me the location. I’ll be right there,” I did as I was told and thanked him again before hanging up and sending him the location.

Not even 15 minutes later, I heard the curtain grazing the floor. I looked up as an oranged-haired head peaked from behind the fabric. I reached out and pulled him in. He was startled for a moment but then he saw my panicked face.

“What’s wrong?”, he asked concerned. I sighed in desperation. “I don’t know which dress to pick,” I answered, shortly. Jimin looked at me carefully for a second before he started to laugh, throwing his head back. This made me even more anxious. I slapped his chest, while looking up at him with wide eyes and a slightly – in disbelief – opened mouth. I was having real issues here and all he did was laugh at me?! He focused his gaze on me again, suddenly looking serious. He brought his mouth into a thin line and pressed his lips together, widening his eyes.

“Oh, you were serious. I am so sorry Y/N. Alright, why did you call me? You have five women, sitting outside, pumped to help you,” he said in a calm voice. I felt much better right away. Running my fingers through my hair, I started walking in a circle.

“I know, it’s just…. I’ve already tried the ones they picked and I mean I like them but I don’t love them, you know what I mean? And then I tried other wedding gowns but they were nothing special and then I started to panic and then I called you…”, I stopped and looked at him, hoping he would help me. He just nodded his head, strands of his orange hair falling into his face. He pushed them behind and gave me a small smile. Then I continued, “What if I pick a dress and nobody will like it. What if Jack hates it. What if my mom hates it. Oh god, I can’t-,” Jimin cut me off by grabbing my shoulders, preventing me from running miles in this fitting room.

“Listen, Y/N. This is your wedding. It doesn’t matter what other people will think. You’re supposed to feel comfortable in the dress, that’s the only thing that matters. If Jack really loves you, he will love everything you’ll wear. Hell, he would even love it if you came to the wedding wearing nothing,” Jimin smirked. “Thinking about it, he would probably enjoy that too much.”

I smacked his chest again, this time playfully, as he grinned, which made me do the same. I hugged him and muttered a soft “Thanks” into his neck. I released him and he sent me a comforting smile.

“Don’t worry. I will help you. Just sit down and relax. Any wishes?”, he asked. “No. Just something that you know I’ll adore. And my mom and Jack will love,” I said, adding, “And something you’ll love.” Jimin smiled again, nodding in approval.

After about 10 minutes Jimin came back with a plain looking dress. At first I was sceptical, but when Jimin left, so I could change, I got a better look of it. I carefully put it on and when I turned to the mirror, I gasped. It looked decent and elegant, but casual. I was speechless, I wouldn’t have expected this dress to look so good on me. It fitted perfectly, the sleeves were flowy, in fact, the whole dress was loose. The back was cut out with lace on the edges. The dress got wider as it reached the floor. Overall, I would say this was perfect. This was my wedding dress. I twirled a few times in front of the mirror and admired myself.

“Have you changed yet?”, Jimin asked impatiently from the other side of the curtain. “Yes, I have. Go sit down with the others,” I demanded. I heard him sigh but then do as I said. I peeked out between the curtains and then made my way over to the others. I slowly strode across the platform, keeping my head high, chest out, shoulders back and looked straight ahead. As I came into sight of my audience, they gasped and from the corner of my eye, I saw their open mouths, widened eyes. I twirled in front of them and bowed.

“So… what do you think,” I asked, grinning like crazy. “This. Is. So. Gorgeous,” one of my best friends said, blinking repeatedly. “And Jimin picked this?” the other one said in disbelief. Jimin and I nodded, looking at each other. I felt his stare roaming my whole body, as I turned to my mother, who had tears in her eyes. Their reactions proved to me that this dress was made for me. It was so laid-back for a wedding but still looked cute. It basically screamed Y/N. I walked down the two steps and stood in front of Jimin.

“I can’t tell you how thankful I am. You know me better than anyone else does. You know me better than I know myself,” I giggled and he joined in. “Words can’t explain how grateful I am. Thank you so much, Jimin. I couldn’t imagine a better best friend than you.”

“And I couldn’t think of a person that makes me happier than you. You look breath-taking, Y/N. There’s no need to thank me. You know I’m always here when you need me,” Jimin whispered, so only I could hear.

I can’t exactly remember how he talked me into this but at this very moment I was dancing on a table in a bar. Drunk. If I looked at myself, sober, I would be afraid that I’d fall to the ground and break a leg. But I wasn’t, so I didn’t care. Jimin soon joined me and we danced together. The music was blasting, the room was awfully hot and the dancefloor was crowded. People were grinding into each other, others were downing their 7th shot at the bar. I had stopped counting after the 6th drink.

I was suddenly feeling dizzy so I slowly slouched down on the table and then slid down the edge. I wobbled to the exit and closed my eyes, inhaling the fresh night air.

“Sooo, what are we going to do now?”, Jimin shouted behind me, scaring me. I didn’t realize he followed me. “Jeez, don’t scream at me like this. My head is already pounding,” I slurred.

“I’m sorry, but my ears are still buzzing from the music,” he responded.

“Let’s go to the river,” Jimin suggested, a tired smile tugging at his lips. It didn’t take him long to convince me, so we quickly made our way to this all too familiar place. The streets were brightly lit, but there was no one to be seen. If I were by myself, I would be scared shitless but with Jimin close by my side, I felt safe. The heels I was wearing were killing me, I was astonished that I lasted this long. Holding onto Jimin’s shoulder and stopping him by that, I lifted my feet, one after the other and took off my heels. Jimin offered to carry them but I denied.

“We’re going to use a short-cut,” I demanded, stopping in front of Mrs Jeffries’ house. The light was out, after all it was 3 am. “She’ll understand,” I giggled, as Jimin looked at me questionably. Before he could answer, I sprinted to the fence and swung one leg over it a little awkwardly. Ready to swing the other one, my dress inconveniently got caught on the fence and I fell into the garden. Jimin gasped and ran over, when his head peaked over the fence and into my view, I started laughing hysterically. He sighed and grinned, showing his deep dimples, but then he shushed me and joined me in the garden, just more gracefully. He helped me up and we quickly ran to the other side of the fence to jump over, along the way I knocked over what seemed like a garden gnome, making a loud thump.

“Can you be any more discreetly,” Jimin snorted, sarcastically, as we reached the riverside.

I giggled and sat down on the slightly damp grass, as close to the water as possible. Jimin did the same. For a few minutes, there was silence. Not an awkward one, a comforting silence. The stream flowed across the rocky ground, the cicades were chirping away. I lifted my head to watch the beautiful stars. It must have been almost full moon, the moonlight shined brightly and reflected onto the river, making it possible for me to see one side of Jimin’s face perfectly, while the other was in the shadow as he looked at me. And suddenly I realized how close he was sitting to me. I could feel his warmth radiating off his body, warming me.

“Thank you for tonight, Jimin. I really had fun,” I whispered, as he was so close anyway. I noticed that he watched my mouth with half closed eyes as I talked. He didn’t respond nor did he move his gaze away from my lips. Instead, his face suddenly came closer to mine. It felt as if everything happened in slow motion. I was struck, I wanted to move away, say something, anything. But I couldn’t. Right before his lips could touch mine, I moved my head to the side because a bright light blinded me. I held my hand in front of my eyes and turned to my left, trying to make out where it’s coming from.

“Who is this?”, Jimin hissed, forcefully. “The police. I would ask you two to come with me,” I was struck. The police? Why? As if the police officer could read my mind he continued, “We received a phone call from an old woman, who thought she was being robbed. She told us she saw two people on her property. As you are the only two people here, I have to ask you to come with me.”

“No,” Jimin said, emotionless. “That was not a question,” he responded firmly and grabbed Jimin by his arm to make him stand up. I followed and went into the direction the officer nodded.

“Why did you even make me do this? Who do you think you are? You just ruined everything. Jack is never going to marry me now, you do realize that, right? He has to get up at 4 am in the morning just to get me out of a prison cell,” I emphasised the last words. After half an hour of being interrogated, they finally found us for not guilty and let us go, but only if someone picked us up, as we were “to drunk to be left alone”. But let me tell you, after all of this, I was sober.

“Who cares. You don’t love him anyway,” Jimin huffed, looking at the ground. He was sitting next to me, fingers intertwined and hair pushed back. I looked over at him in disbelieve.

“What? How can you say that? Of course, I love him,” I got up and stood in front of him, hands on my hips. I was starting to get really angry.

“Oh? Really? You do?”, he released a smug laugh.

“Yes!”, I squinted my eyes at him. I couldn’t stand his smug behaviour. It made me want to rip his head off.

“Then why didn’t you call him when you almost had a panic attack in the fitting room of your wedding dress fitting?” What?

“That is… not of importance,” he nodded, not convinced. “Uh huh,” was all he said monotonously. I was at a loss of words, which Jimin seemed to notice.

“Does he know?”, he asked.

“Does he know what?”, I was confused. I played with the ripped parts of my dress, which I only now noticed. Must be from when I fell over the fence.

“Does he know you? The real you? The you, that is spontaneous, free-spirited and doesn’t care what other people think. The you, that partied all night long, danced like there was no tomorrow and then visited our favourite little café shop the next morning, voice still raspy from singing – no - screaming to our favourite songs. Does he know you have been arrested before and didn’t even give a shit because I was there with you and we had fun? I bet my life he doesn’t know that. Because if he did, he wouldn’t marry you,” There were tears burning in my eyes. But I didn’t dare to let them fall. No, I wasn’t going to let this douche see how much he affected me with his words. I couldn’t believe that Jimin – out of all people – would think, even say something like this. Gladly, Jack entered the police station and came rushing towards me. He engulfed me in a big hug, but it wasn’t the same as Jimin’s. Shaking the thought out of my head, I whispered into Jack’s neck that I wanted to go home.

“What about Jimin?”, he asked. “He’ll be fine,” I said flatly and turned around, pulling him with me. When he saw the tears, now streaming down my face, he asked what was wrong. I bluffed and told him that I was still in shock because of being arrested, thankfully he shrugged it off.

Five days had gone by since that fight with Jimin and neither of us had tried to contact the other. I didn’t know if I was glad or disappointed. It was a rainy, cold and overall depressing day. I was about to make myself a tea as my phone rang. Looking at the screen, my heart sunk. It was Jimin. Should I pick up? Or should I let him know that I’m still angry? But what if he wanted to apologize? After staring at my phone for 10 seconds, I picked up. I stayed silent, the only thing I could hear was breathing on the other end.

“Y/N? Are you there?”, I heard Jimin’s small voice speak. “Yes,” I stated.

“Great! Listen, I need you to come outside. We need to talk,” he said so quickly, that he was almost out of breath when he finished. “Um… no? It’s pouring outside.”

He sighed and I could make out the rain in the background. I went to the window and moved the curtain to the side. Jimin was standing in the driveway, soaking wet. His orange hair was a shade darker and fell onto his forehead.

“Y/N…”, he stressed. It was my time to sigh. I muttered a, “Fine”, and hung up.

I put on a jacket and shoes and went outside. I sprinted to Jimin. The water splashed with every step I took. It felt cold as it soaked through the thin material of my jeans.

“How about we go inside?”, I suggested, but he shook his head. “Jack is home and I need to talk to you,” he stated simply.

“And what’s so secret that Jack can’t hear it?”, I questioned, raising my eyebrows. Ignoring my question, he took a deep breath and closed his eyes, throwing his head back. The raindrops poured over his jawline, down his neck until the fabric of his sweater soaked it up. “Alright,” he muttered as he moved his head to look at me. I hugged myself to keep my body warmer, thinking that we are going to be standing here for a few more minutes.

“Why do you think I came so late to your engagement party, huh? I was debating whether or not to go, because I wasn’t sure if I was able to see you in the arms of another man, being all happy and shit,” he paused and scanned my face. I was not expecting this, at all. Why was he suddenly bringing this up? I thought that he wanted to apologize. When I didn’t react, he continued.

“You’re supposed to be happy in my arms and my arms only. But I promised you to always be there for you, no matter what. So, I pulled myself together and came. But that doesn’t change the fact that I’m so deeply in love with you, that I can’t even comprehend it. Those 6 months without you were living hell. I never felt this lonely in my entire life. But I couldn’t stand seeing Jack all over you, my girl. Fuck, I love you so much, it scares me. And you know I never get scared,” There were now tears streaming down his face, even though I couldn’t see it because of the heavy rain, but I could tell by his shaky voice and facial expression. I tried very hard not to cry myself.

Jimin was confessing to me. And I didn’t know how to feel. Did I love him too? No, we’ve been friends since I can remember. We are not supposed to be lovers. Right? He was gone for 6 months because he didn’t want to get hurt. So, I couldn’t hurt him. His feelings. There were so many thoughts running through my head at this moment, that it started to pound.

“And if I really ruined all your chances of getting married to that douche, then I’m not even feeling guilty. Because guess what, Y/N. You deserve much better than him. And if you would use your pretty brain, you would realize it,” This was anything but what I had expected. At this moment, I was pissed. Jack treats me well and who is he to call him a douche. He had never even cared enough to meet him. After a countless amount of suggestions considering a meet-up were declined, I gave up. Which is why his appearance at my engagement party was even more so a surprise.

“And who do you think deserves me? A selfish, arrogant and stubborn asshole like you?”, I spat. Jimin avoided my glare, as he laughed and licked the corner of his mouth. I couldn’t believe this person had been my best friends for such a long time. Never before had he spoken to me like that.

“You don’t belong together, even a blind person can tell. But it’s not as if you ever listen to me, so I’m just going to leave now. If you make up your mind, you know where you can find me,” and with that he turned around and left me standing in the cold rain. All alone. And even though I was supposed to hate him, I couldn’t help but cry harder, because I knew I just lost my best friend. Or was I supposed to hate him? After thinking about everything what had happened the last few days, maybe Jimin was right. Jack and I never really had any common interests. We didn’t have activities we did together. Which wasn’t a bad thing, but I just didn’t fit into his lifestyle. He never had to work hard to afford something, while I had to work two jobs to be able to afford a somewhat comfortable living. I always felt so out of place around his friends. I felt as if they looked down on me. Jack isn’t a bad guy. In fact, he is the exact opposite. He’s really sweet and a genuine person, but Jimin was right. A blind person could see that we just weren’t meant to be. I laughed at how pathetic I felt. I insulted Jimin, like I never had before and never thought I would, but was sad when he left afterwards.

I don’t know for how long I was just standing there, in the pouring rain, but when I was able to move again, I started off towards my parents’ house, which was about 5 minutes away. I couldn’t go inside and answer Jack’s questions if he saw me, soaked and crying. And to be honest, I wouldn’t know how. Oh, you know, Jimin, my best friend for 20 years, just confessed to me and told me to not marry a “douche” like you. No, that’s what I’m definitely not going to do. So, I ran, down the street, past dozens of houses. By the time I had arrived, the water had made its way through my shoes, my socks were soaked. I rang the doorbell and after a minute my mom opened the door with a smile, which changed to a shocked impression as soon as she took in my figure. I was breathing hard and my clothes were dripping. “Can I come in?” I panted. She nodded quickly, moving to the side to let me in.

“What happened? Why are you so wet? Let me get you a blanket and some hot chocolate,” she said, while leading me to the couch in the living room. Maybe I should come here more often after standing in the rain.

“You’re shaking, do you want another blanket?” I declined. I wasn’t shaking because I was cold, I was shaking because of Jimin. “So, what led you here?” my mom asked me, after handing me the cup of hot chocolate and sitting down next to me. I took a big sip, then put it down on the table. I moved my legs on top of the coach to sit cross-legged, facing my mother. She waited for me to start talking while I thought about how to explain what happened.

“Jimin called me today. He was standing in front of my house. I went down and he was waiting there, soaking wet. Long story short, he told me he loved me,” I looked at her, studying her expression. She looked back at me with a poker face.

“Did he?”, she asked, I nodded. “Well, was about time,” my mouth fell open. “Was about time? What do you mean by that?”, she simply waved me off and laughed. Whispering something along the lines of me being too naïve sometimes.

“To be honest. I always liked Jimin more than Jack. His family seemed too rich to me.”

“Why did you never say anything then?”, I asked her confused. This whole situation was overwhelming and I was already irritated to begin with.

“Oh, you know honey, you seemed so happy with him. And I didn’t want to ruin it. I’m happy if you’re happy,” she smiled, tilted her head and stroked my cheek.

“I was happy…”

“But not as happy as with Jimin,” she finished my sentence and I could only nod, looking down at the floor as I felt a tear stream down my face. Maybe I have been in love with Jimin all this time. My mom was fast at embracing me in a big hug, comforting me. Do I still want to marry Jack? I don’t know.

“I was too stupid to realize that the love of my life was right there, in front of me, my whole life and now I’ve lost both of them,” I sobbed into my mother’s shoulder.

“No, you didn’t, Y/N. Just talk to Jimin. I know he will understand. It already took way too long for you to get together. It is almost painful to watch. Jimin’s mom and I have known since you both were 16, that you would eventually end up together. I was close to losing hope when you announced that Jack and you were engaged. But fate has its way,” she pulled me away from her to look at me. Her words and her small smile gave me hope.

To be continued...

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