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hyungieyoongi · 1 year

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Breeze

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Genre: Angst + Fluff + Friends to Lovers

Word Count: 600+

A/N: Requested by the sweetest bean @milk-and-moni. I am so soft for Joonie. I hope you love it.

Becoming friends with Namjoon was like opening a window and letting in a cool breeze on a summer day—easy, refreshing, perfect. It was the type of friendship that made you stop and smile to yourself, thinking about how lucky you were to have someone who understood you entirely. Namjoon was someone who listened so intently when you told him stories about your day. Who remembered your favorite coffee order and made you laugh so hard your sides would hurt. He would take you on trips to his favorite museums, spending hours excitedly telling you about the pieces that spoke to him. You spent more time watching his eyes light up with childlike abandon and less time looking at the priceless art adorning the walls.

Falling in love with him was even easier. It didn’t happen all at once—there was never a moment of intense realization that your feelings for this man had transformed from innocent friendship to one of love. You felt yourself starting to get nervous around him—would he like your new sweater? Did he think the pink blush you had put on your cheeks made you look pretty? Did he think your conversations were interesting enough to keep you around? It was only then that you realized this person you had let in—this breeze of fresh air that had changed the trajectory of your life—had nestled his way into your heart so completely that you didn’t know if you could get him out.

But you had to try, because you knew, deep down, that he didn’t love you that way. You had convinced yourself that this was one-sided. You needed to shut the window, stop letting the breeze through your mind and your heart. If you didn’t, it would overtake you. And you would ruin everything.

You pulled away. You stopped texting, stopped calling. He’d leave you voicemails asking you to come listen to a new song he was writing. Then he started asking if you were okay. Then he started asking what he did wrong. The worst part was, he did nothing wrong. It was you. You were the problem.

You should have known Namjoon would never let you go that easily.

“Is there a reason you’re avoiding me?” Namjoon asked gently. He was sitting on your couch, far away from you, hands flipping his hair nervously out of his face repeatedly. He had his glasses on; his eyes looked slightly smaller because of his strong prescription. He was completely endearing. “Why haven’t you been talking to me as often, or texting me about your day?”

You gulped. His earnest questions, the look of pain on his features; he was beating at the glass of the window you had slammed shut. You didn’t want to let the breeze through.

“I don’t want to be a bother,” you whispered, looking down at your hands in your lap.

“Oh, sweetheart,” your eyes shot up at the endearment, meeting his gaze, full of affection and—dare you hope—love. “You could never be a bother to me.” Namjoon got up, sitting next to you, reaching for your hand to intertwine your fingers with his. The window was cracking, the breeze was starting to blow through your heart again. You could feel it. It was undeniable. “Please, let me back in.”

“Namjoon, I-I’m scared,” you admitted, eyes blurring with tears.

“You have nothing to be scared of. I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.” He leaned forward slightly, looking into your eyes, searching for something. Silently asking for permission. His lips touched yours in a gentle kiss, sealing the promise of the words spoken between you.

You took a deep breath; the breeze kissed your flushed cheeks. You missed it. You missed him. He leaned his forehead against yours, eyes closed, soft smile on his face. The breeze was here to stay.

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hyungieyoongi · 1 year

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I’m Fine

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Genre: Angst + Exes to Lovers

Word Count: 1.1K

A/N: Requested by anon for my follower milestone celebration!

“I’m fine.”

Two words. Repeated dozens of times to everyone around you.

“It’s been a few weeks since you broke up? How are you feeling.”

Well, I haven’t slept in three days, and I cried again this morning.

“I’m fine.”

“Did you see the last interview he was in? He looked so happy. Did that hurt to see?”

Of course he’s happy without me. He moved on already. Meanwhile here I am still heartbroken.

“I’m fine.”

“Do you want to go to the party tonight? Taehyung promised he and Jimin weren’t going.”

Seeing all of our mutual friends without him would hurt more than staying at home alone.

“No thanks.”

“Are you sure? Are you okay if I still go?”

“Of course. I’m fine.”

An endless loop. A broken record.

You said the two words so often that you started to believe them. Six months after your breakup with Jimin and you were convincing yourself, along with everyone else, that you truly were fine. It was easier to play pretend than admit that you were broken being without him, your last conversation replaying itself in your mind.

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“I don’t understand.”

“There isn’t anything to understand, Jimin. It’s done. We’re done.”

“We’re not done. You can’t just dismiss our relationship, Y/N. I deserve more than that. We deserve more than that.”

“It’s too much, okay? It’s all too much. The pressure from your fans, the fear that I will do something wrong or say something to make them hate me. They will always choose you, and they should, but I can’t keep living like this.”

“I know it’s been a lot but, please, don’t give up on us.”

“You’re going solo for the first time in a decade. You need your fans to be on your side. I’m holding you back.”

“I need you on my side, Y/N, you have to believe me.”

“You won’t need me. I promise. You’ll be fine.”

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It was easy to pretend you were fine when you were hiding away from the world. But today you had finally been convinced to go to a small party that your friend was hosting. You had checked and then triple checked that Jimin wasn’t going to be here. Looking at him across the room, you couldn’t help but feel deceived.

“Go talk to him,” a deep voice murmured at your side.

“Tae, I can’t,” you responded, immediately recognizing his voice.

“He’s hurting. He’s been acting like he’s fine, but he’s not. He misses you terribly. I know you miss him too.” You nodded, deciding you needed to get this over with. It had been months; it was time.

You rolled your shoulders back, attempting to stand a little taller, to feign confidence. Your fingers were shaking slightly; you clutched the strap of your purse tightly in one hand, drink glass in the other to try and hide it. You crossed the room toward him.

“Jimin,” you breathed.

His eyes searched your face. His expression was serious, lips in a slight frown at your guarded demeanor.

“Y/N. How are you?”

I want you to wrap me in your arms and pretend like the last six months didn’t happen.

“I’m fine.” His mouth twisted slightly at the curt response.

“Tell me the truth.”

“I am.”

“I think you’re lying.”

“It is not for you to decide what is true and what is not when it comes to my feelings.”

“That doesn’t mean I don’t care about them.” You let out a breath, already tiring from your verbal sparring match.

“Please, we can’t do this here,” you pleaded.

“Why not? You won’t return my calls. You’ve been avoiding our friends so you don’t have to see me,” Jimin accused, frustrated. “Do you hate me that much?”

“I don’t hate you, Jimin.”

I love you.

“Then what is it? Why can’t you talk to me? Why can’t you see me? We were friends before we were together, but ever since we broke up you’re acting like you don’t even know me. It isn’t fair, Y/N. None of this is fair. So explain it to me.”

“It hurts, Jimin,” you admitted, heat crawling up your neck as you finally let out your feelings. “I can’t see you or talk to you because it hurts too much. I can’t see you because if I do I won’t be fine anymore. I will remember how much I love you and it hurts.”

You looked toward the ceiling, willing your tears to stay in your eyes. You didn’t want to cause a scene—your conversation in the corner of the room with Jimin was already a point of tension at the party. Everyone was politely milling about, pointedly avoiding looking in your direction.

You wiped angrily at a tear that fell, fingers trembling against your cheek despite your best efforts to stop them from shaking earlier.

Jimin reached out, wrapping your hand in his own, squeezing it tightly to stop the anxious movement.

“I haven’t been fine,” Jimin said quietly, eyes wet. “I haven’t been fine at all. I’ve been miserable without you.”

You sniffled, looking at your interlocked hands. Jimin stepped closer to you.

“I don’t think you have been fine, either.”

You looked up, meeting his concerned gaze. Your body deflated slightly at his statement. After months of pretending, the one person who always knew the truth saw right through your lies.

“We need each other, Y/N. I need you.”

You nodded, words stuck in your throat. He was right, of course he was right.

“Can we leave and go somewhere? Just to talk?”

“Okay,” you answered, voice cracking slightly.

You followed Jimin out of the party, nodding at Taehyung on the way out. He gave you a soft, knowing smile.

You stepped out with Jimin into the cold city air, shivering slightly at the wind. You pulled your coat closer to your body, hands attempting to get warm in your pockets. Jimin stepped toward you, removing his scarf from around his neck and draping it over you, wrapping it snuggly around your neck to keep you warm. It smelled like his cologne. You breathed deeply, the smell comforting you as Jimin smiled gently at you.

“You want to know something?” Jimin asked, hand cupping your cheek, fingers warming the cold skin.

“Yes.”

“I think we’re going to be just fine.”

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