♡FALLING IN LOVE♡|PJM Fanfiction|

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♡ PARK JIMIN ♡

"Eomma..."

my heart sank. I had completely forgotten that my parents were coming over for dinner. They had missed my birthday and couldn't come, so I wanted to make this evening special for them. But with all the rumors and discussions from yesterday still fresh in my mind, all I could think of was curling up in bed with Y/N and getting some much-needed rest. Just then, Y/N's head snapped towards me with a look of surprise and concern in her eyes.

"why are you standing here?" Appa asked as he approached Eomma but stopped mid-sentence once he spotted me. Our eyes were immediately locked. "Let's continue this conversation inside," he said, placing his hand on Eomma's shoulder and leading her indoors.

As soon as my parents stepped inside, she shut the door behind her with a definitive click. I couldn't help but notice her shirt was all rumpled, likely from the cuddling we had just indulged in. I had my hands inside her shirt, which may have contributed to the state of her clothes. Her hair was an absolute mess - the wildest I'd ever seen it. Her cheeks were slightly puffed from sleep, making her look all the more adorable.

I advanced towards her, my legs trembling with nervousness. I took her dainty hands in mine, feeling the softness of her skin. I turned my head towards our parents, who were seated on the couch, observing our every move. Eomma's gaze fell upon our intertwined hands, and she looked at me with a mixture of feelings.

""Eomma, Appa...um...We'll be back in a minute. Give us five minutes," I said, her hands tightening.

"Go ahead," Appa said, while Eomma's eyes scrutinized Y/N's clothes, making the situation more awkward. 

I walked into my room and closed the door. Y/N released a breath she seemed to be holding since seeing my parents.

"Jimin,"

is it okay if I want to burst out laughing right now?

I walk and stand in front of her as she sits on the bed with her legs folded in a crisscross. "yes, baby I'm right here." I said as I approached her.

"How can you be so calm?" she asked. "They are thinking so wrongly about me! Just look at my clothes right now! And look at you! Shirtless! At least wear a shirt now, Mr. Park Jimin!" With that, she threw my shirt at me. I caught it before it hit my face and smiled, putting on the shirt.

"I'm in a messed up situation! How the fuck do I make myself end up in this situation? How? How? How?"

I was so damn ready for this! Her chattering.

"Because of me, because of me, and because of me!" I smoothen her messy hair from my hands. "I have the power to make you end up in this situation where you would be a messy girl standing in front of my parents." I couldn't help but burst out laughing, feeling the thrill of the unknown.

"Do you understand that sounds so bad!"

"I know. I'm sorry." I hug her tightly as she clings to my torso.

"Can you please help me leave this place?" she pleads, gazing up at me with her big, innocent eyes.

"I'm not sure how I can help you leave," I reply, confused. "The only way out is through the living room, but my parents are in there. Do you want to leave without saying hello?" I gently hold her face in my hands.

I asked her sincerely because I didn't want to pressure her into doing something she didn't want to do. In the afternoon, she mentioned that we haven't been together for long, and I think that she doesn't want things to progress too quickly.