What comes next? (Jimin X Reader) SEQUEL TO DYRJLMP?

6

Jimin POV:

"Come on Jiminie! We know you're in love but get your head out of the clouds!" Namjoon's voice was full of mischief as he called out to me and I couldn't stop the blush that crossed my cheeks, the heat I felt creeping across my face that I felt for being caught daydreaming about the love of my life.

Looking down at my feet, I waved my hand at him. "Stop it hyung!" The other members had been having the best time teasing me about my relationship with Y/N, about the constant smile I had on my face whenever I thought about her. I had been worried the first time I introduced her, but my worries were completely unnecessary. They had clearly adored her as much as I did and it made it so much better to know that I had their support. I was more surprised about how management had reacted to it, but their reasoning was that I was 26 years old and plenty old enough to be in a relationship.

Taehyung threw an arm around my shoulders, lending me his silent support. "Aww... it's okay. We're just teasing you. You know we all love Y/N."

Giving Taehyung a grateful smile, I just nodded my head, swatting his hand away when he ruffled my hair. Taehyung was the one who had known from the beginning my infatuation with Y/N, had seen the first photo of hers that I liked, the first one I commented on. It was crazy how it all had happened. We had each opened our own social media accounts a few months before I noticed Y/N's posts. Before our social media department ran them all, but we had wanted another way to interact with fans so this seemed to be the best solution. The posts had been pretty generic and similar to the ones posted on the group Twitter page. Selfies, quick little things to let the fans know what we had been up to.

I had been on my page, scrolling through the photos we had been tagged in when Y/N's photos caught my attention. They had shown up several times and when I visited her page, I at first was just curious about her. I had liked one of the photos and when I had gone back and read the comments, I couldn't help but laugh at the dramatic way she reacted. She had seemed so genuinely surprised that I couldn't help but continue to look at her photos, even commenting on a couple of them. She had posted a photo that someone took of her and I took the chance of calling her pretty and it just seemed to escalate from there.

When I had followed her page, I kept telling myself it was because she was a fan, but then when she started posting photos of Yoongi, Hoseok, and Jungkook, I couldn't help but feel a little envious. Through her photos, I almost felt like I knew her, that she seemed genuinely interested in me and that was when I messaged her. Again it had been simply wanting to get to know her, but the more we talked, the more I liked her, the more I wanted to know who she really was, for her to know who I really was. The first time we had facetimed, I couldn't stop myself grinning each time I saw her smile, the way she laughed, the way her cheeks turned pink when I called her pretty. It was the closest I had been to a girl in a long time.

We had sent so many messages back and forth, slowly getting to know each other. I told her about my favorite foods, my passion for dancing, and the struggles I had when I first joined the group. I learned about her family, her best friends, and her dream of becoming a schoolteacher. I told her things I never told anyone, including how I still struggled with my insecurities about my weight, especially when a fan mentioned my cheeks looking chubbier or when I didn't see as much definition in my jawline. Y/N would assure me I was handsome, convinced that I was perfect. Although I knew I wasn't anywhere close to perfect, her words soothed my soul, filling in the spots where my own anxieties were tearing holes, slowly putting me back together in a way that made me stronger.

When the conversations first began, I had resigned myself to really believing nothing would come from the interactions since she was in the United States and I was in Korea, but when I found out she was coming here for a year, it felt like my whole world had shifted. When I facetimed Y/N and she confirmed it, it felt like fate was giving us a chance, that this girl was my soulmate, if such a thing had actually existed. The girl I had let myself get close to was finally coming and I knew I had to say something, tell her how I was really feeling. When she had agreed to be mine, both during that call and officially that night at Jungsik, I knew this was everything I ever wanted, everything I ever needed. For the first time, I felt the love of a woman.