Devoted to Secrets {Jimin x Reader} (completed!)

Just You and I

{I APOLOGIZE FOR NOT UPDATING
I AM A TURD FORGIVE ME}

You stood there in silence. Your cheeks becoming warm from the heat of the towel. Had Jimin done laundry too? You wondered why he had done so many chores. For an asshole, he's a dedicated guy.

"Dinner?" You said with a sad tone. This feeling inside was numbing. You didn't feel like fighting with Jimin or telling him to fuck off.

"Of course. (Y/N) why are you all depressed out of nowhere?" His tone seemed confused and curious to ask you that.

"I'm not sad. Why do you care?" You stared at him through your dripping hair and the towel over your hair. Every time he spoke, it was enough to make those sad feelings turn into rage in a split second.

"I don't. Now dry your hair because you're leaving a puddle and I just mopped." Wow. And to think he was becoming mature.

You went to your room and changed into some warm and loose clothing. You took your phone and opened Kevin's contact. "Should I text him?" You thought. You did. He had told you to so its not like you were bothering him. "Hey Kevin, thanks again for today. I'm home! I'll see you at school tomorrow."

"Hey! I'm glad you made it home safely. You always text me sooner when you get home so I was getting a bit worried that something went wrong. I'm glad you're okay though. See you tomorrow! (:" reading that made your heart flutter. He noticed your sudden tardiness.

You sighed and went downstairs and found an empty kitchen. Jimin?

You served yourself a plate of warm wonton soup and sat down to eat. You would wait for Jimin but there's no point in being so nice. Screw that guy. You ate and found the food to be so delicious. Every warm bite was like a tummy rub.

"Mom wants to talk to us when she gets home," his voice startled you. You were always so used to a silent house. You saw Jimin at the kitchen door frame with his phone in hand and his other hand in his pocket. Mom? Why is he talking as if you're a family?

"Oh?" You simply said. He served himself too and ate with you in silence. You felt his glare as you looked out the window.

"What are you looking at?" You said in a tough tone to him. It made you uncomfortable to be stared at like that. He's already a judgmental prick.

"You obviously. You've gained weight since last time I saw you. Probably cause you don't do anything all day." He looked down when you shot a stare at him. You didn't faze him at all.

"WHAT?! You always have something to say don't you Jimin?! Why don't you ever have anything positive to say? I fucking-" you felt like you were screaming at a brick wall. Jimin kept peacefully eating his soup as if you didn't exist.

That's probably what he wants.

"You want me to say something positive? Okay. Well at least the food won't go bad because you'll finish it before it even has a chance to." You should've kept your mouth shut.

You got up and angrily washed your dishes. Jimin got up and placed his dish in when you were washing yours. God you fucking hate it when your mom does that. "Wash mine too pork chop."

"PARK JIMIN I SWEAR-" but he was gone before you finished letting it all out. What a FUCKING asshole. And to make matters worse- "I cooked dinner, so you should at least do that." You heard him say from afar as he closed his bedroom door.

You finished washing the dishes angrily and went to your room, slamming your door so he would hear. You threw yourself on the bed and grunted into your pillows. "I'm not gonna let him get to me," you thought. But oh God was that a lie.

You got up from your bed and stood in front of your full body mirror. Were you really gaining weight? You stood on your side profile and lifted your shirt. "I should start working out and eat less." Although you were convinced he was playing with you, you couldn't help but think if that's the way people see you too but are too afraid to tell you.

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"So what did you want to talk to us about?" You said to yours and Jimin's mom. Jimin had taken the sweet liberty to sit next to you. You moved over far to the other side of the couch from him.

"Lynn and I are taking a vacation so we won't be here for a month." Straight to the point and straight through your chest. What. The. Fuck.

"Mom-" you began to start your arguments but your mom looked at you in a way that could shut you up in a hot second. Then she spoke.

"Jimin will be in charge because he is older." Just because of that?! This is your house. You should be in charge.

"And because he has proven that he is trustworthy. He can cook and clean!" Your mom said. You turned to look at Jimin who was smiling at your mom. You wanted to punch his jaw out of that stupid smile.

"A month? What are we gonna do? How are we gonna eat?" You said.

"Sweetie, I've talked to Jimin. He's got it under control okay?" Jimin's mom said. Oh so now they made decisions without your input. Yeah this is totally a democratic fucking family.

Jimin looked at you with a smile. "We're both adults but I am in charge of you so don't be a bad girl." If you weren't 18 you would've knocked him out then and there. Who the fuck does this fat bowl cut headded ass think he is?

"Yeah sure. You better be careful for me not to knock you the fu-" "okaaaay! That's all we had to tell you both. We're leaving tomorrow so, I won't be seeing you after you come back from school (y/n)." Your mom said. They both left to make some last preparations. You got up immediately to leave out of this monstrous presence but was roughly sat back down by Jimins hands pulling you back down onto the couch. "This is gonna be fun isn't it little sister?" He said. "Fuck. Off." You said, pushing his hands off. "Oh I'll fuck off. But if you don't listen, you're gonna get in a lot of trouble." You looked at him like "bitch you wish" and you got up and left.

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"Aren't you eating breakfast?" Said Jimin. The house was already lacking mothers around.

"No." You said as you switched to your school shoes. You didn't want to be called pork chop again.

"But I made a skillet. Aren't you even gonna try it?" said Jimin from the kitchen. Oh God. Skillets were your weak point. Especially the breakfasts ones. You swallowed hard at the imagination of having your fork stab into that delicious breakfast, but your determination was undeniable.

"Do you need a ri-" the door slammed before he could finish his sentence. You weren't having it.

At school, you felt like you were gonna commit murder if anyone mentioned Jimin. You saw Kevin but didn't approach him. You already felt fat after what Jimin said yesterday.

You went home, mentally preparing yourself for anything that was expected from Jimin.

You stepped into the house. It was quiet until you took another step.

"Well if it isn't McFatass."

"McFuck you Jimin I'm not having any of your shit." You stormed to your room but was roughly stopped by an arm wrapped around your waist. Before your mind could realize what was going on, you felt your body be slammed into the wall, back first and your wrists tightly seized by the dark haired boy. He was so close to you, you could feel his breath on you.

"What did I tell you about obeying?" He said in a low tone. Does he think he's in a fucking drama or something?

"Let go Lee Jong Suk. I have homework to do."

"And if I don't?"

"You wanna try me?!" You said in a tone that said it all.

Jimin let go of your wrists and you rolled your eyes. He had a smirk. He loved seeing you angry.

"Stupid ass" you mumbled as you went into your room, rubbing your wrists.