[fic] make my world light up inside
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sparksfallTitle: make my world light up inside
Words: 1846
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Kim Seokjin | Jin/Park Jimin
Characters: Park Jimin (BTS), Kim Seokjin | Jin
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Roommates/Housemates, Alternate Universe - Not K-Pop Idols, Mutual Pining, Friends to Lovers, oblivious and in love
Summary:
Jimin enters the apartment, tired, cold from the wind and slightly miserable at getting home so late again, and is immediately hit by the smell of something delicious cooking. His mouth starts to water and his stomach suddenly remembers he hasn’t eaten anything in at least six hours.
“Jin-hyung?”
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Mary_the_gardener as part of candyheartsex (AO3 link).
Jimin enters the apartment, tired, cold from the wind and slightly miserable at getting home so late again, and is immediately hit by the smell of something delicious cooking. His mouth starts to water and his stomach suddenly remembers he hasn’t eaten anything in at least six hours.
“Jin-hyung?” He calls, projecting his voice to be heard over the music he can hear playing. It’s some girl group he doesn’t recognize, but it’s the kind of song that makes him want to hum along. He doesn’t get a reply by the time he’s managed to free himself from his outerwear and shoes so he goes towards the kitchen, curious.
He finds Seokjin with his back to him, leaning over a pot of something on the stove. Jimin simply looks at him for a moment, the domestic picture he makes, those broad shoulders hidden under a soft sweater and feels a little better already. He wants to laugh at himself for the thought but it’s (undeniably, inescapably) true.
“Hyung,” Jimin calls out.
Seokjin visibly starles, but manages not to drop what he’s holding. Instead, he puts it down and turns around, hand on his heart and already laughing.
“You almost gave me a heart attack, oh my god.”
Jimin grins and goes in for a hug, ignoring the pang his heart gives. He’s an old hand at it by now.
“Good evening,” he says, burying his face in Jin’s shoulder. Perfect.
Seokjin returns the hug as best as he’s able without touching him with his hands.
“Busy day?” He asks gently.
“The usual,” Jimin replies, not interested in really talking about work. “Thanks for waiting for me.” He still doesn’t let go.
Jin waves him off, as he always does when Jimin tries to suggest he doesn’t have to do all this. “No way. If I let you feed yourself, you’d starve. Or worse, eat only instant ramyeon.”
“Nothing wrong with that.”
“Plenty wrong with that,” Seokjin shoots back immediately and Jimin only laughs. “If you’re done trying to suffocate me, give me a hand with this, would you?”
Jimin’s smile falls a little. Right. He rearranges his expression before Jin can realize something’s wrong.
“I will, just let me go wash up first.”
Seokjin complains loudly immediately, as Jimin knew he would. “Oh my god! Go wash your hands, you fiend, I don’t want your outside germs in the food!” He doesn’t try to push him off, however, so Jimin only giggles and hugs him tighter one more time before letting go properly.
“I’m going, I’m going.”
In the bathroom, Jimin splashes water on his face, trying to clear his thoughts. He stares at his reflection and tries to sternly tell himself to quit being so dramatic. He’s reading far too much into simple actions. Just because Seokjin goes along with Jimin’s need for physical affection and does things like cook food for both of them even though they don’t run on the same schedule and he could easily eat dinner at a more convenient time, doesn’t mean he’s interested in Jimin as anything more than a friend.
It’s been months since Jimin realized his feelings towards his roommate and friend were not entirely platonic and in that time, Seokjin’s behavior hasn’t changed at all, no matter how many hints Jimin drops or how much he tries to flirt. He can take a hint. If Seokjin genuinely hasn’t noticed and isn’t just trying to be nice about it, Jimin would still rather not ruin a good friendship by trying to bring it up.
Get it together already, he tells his reflection and tries to look less like a sad puppy (thanks, Taehyung, for putting that thought in his mind).
Jin’s voice interrupts his moping.
“If you haven’t drowned in the sink, come set the table!”
Jimin shakes himself and yells back. “Still alive! Give me a moment!”
After dinner, they find themselves migrating to the couch together.
Jimin is feeling lethargic and satisfied with the fantastic food (as if anything Seokjin makes could be otherwise; and that is not just his bias talking), which combined with his earlier exhaustion makes his thoughts slower and his inhibitions lower. This is a somewhat dangerous state of affairs, but Jimin doesn’t want to be alone, and Seokjin seems to feel the same, so after some back and forth, they decide on watching a movie.
They put on some romantic comedy, the kind that makes you cringe and close your eyes when the protagonist and the love interest have yet another misunderstanding, so Jimin isn’t surprised when he ends up almost sitting on Seokjin after one too many times of hiding his face in Seokjin’s shoulder in secondhand embarrassment.
Still, he is surprised when he turns around to comment on something dumb the protagonist does and finds Jin’s face closer than he expects it.
Like. Really close.
The moment stretches.
Jimin means to say something because he doesn’t like this weird tension that’s suddenly in the air, but his words die somewhere on the way to his mouth, so he simply stares at Jin’s face. He has really pretty lips, which is something Jimin’s known for ages, but they’re not usually so close…
What are you doing?! The little voice in his head screeches and fuck, right, they’re just friends, this isn't—
Soft.
It takes a too-long second for his brain to reboot and then register that what he’s feeling is a kiss. Seokjin is kissing him.
He doesn’t have time to process that before the slight pressure lets up and Seokjin is pulling back.
Jimin blinks at him, dazed.
“Ah, shit,” Seokjin says, softly but with feeling, and then he’s putting space between them, and what, no.
Jimin grabs his sleeve before he can go anywhere.
“Wait, hyung—”
“Sorry, Jiminie,” Seokjin says with a smile, but there’s something heartbreaking in his voice. He’s not looking at Jimin anymore. “I shouldn’t have done that.”
Jimin can’t keep up, struggling to catch up and understand what happened to the comfortable atmosphere they had fallen into, but he doesn’t stop himself from asking, “So why did you?”
It comes out more plaintive than he wants it to and he immediately wishes he could take it back, because Seokjin’s expression twists painfully at the question.
“Don’t make me say it,” he says and it almost sounds like pleading.
Jimin is scrambling, mind stuck on the unexpected sensation of Seokjin’s soft lips on his own. Even so, he can tell something has gone wrong somewhere.
“Hyung, wait, please,” Jimin says. He must sound especially pathetic because Seokjin stops trying to gently pry his sweater out of Jimin’s grip and stills.
“Jiminie…”
“Wait.”
Seokjin listens to him, thankfully, and doesn’t continue, only sits there, looking torn.
Jimin breathes in deep, lets it out. He closes his eyes. Keeps breathing.
The repetition makes him feel more centered and he pokes experimentally at his swirling thoughts. There’s something that he’s missing here, a puzzle piece that would change the entire composition if he put it in the right place.
“Hyung.” Jimin opens his eyes and there Seokjin is, still letting himself be held in place, now looking back at Jimin with an inscrutable expression.
Seokjin’s always been very good at keeping a poker face and to have it directed at him now hurts unexpectedly.
Jimin licks his lips, trying to figure out how to say what he should, and doesn’t miss the way Seokjin’s eyes quickly dart down and then up again.
“Jin-hyung, why are you sorry? If it’s because you k-kissed me,” and he curses at himself for stumbling over the word like some teenager, but pushes on regardless, “then don’t be. You don’t have to apologize.”
Seokjin’s face contorts into something Jimin really, really doesn’t like. “Listen, you don’t have to—”
“I want you to. Kiss me, I mean.” A beat. “Like, all the time.”
Well, there it is.
As soon as the words leave his mouth, Jimin feels a lightness flood him. For something that he’s been terrified of doing for so long, he’s surprised how easy it is to say.
Whatever happens now, he’s managed to come clean and say it.
Seokjin, for his part, looks startled, but there’s something in his eyes. He doesn’t respond immediately however, so Jimin tries to keep talking, stumbling over his words now that he’s managed a confession.
“You took me by surprise, that’s all. It’s not… I didn’t mind. I just thought you weren't interested in, uh, you know, so…” He trails off awkwardly and winces. “Um, please say something.”
Either the words or Jimin’s tone snap him out of it, because Jin finally opens his mouth.
“You thought I wasn’t interested in you?” he asks incredulously. “I thought you weren’t!”
Jimin winces again, but then frowns. “I’ve been flirting with you for months, though? What did you think I was doing that for?”
Seokjin throws up his hands. It would almost be funny in another situation. “You flirt all the time! You have been flirting with all our friends for as long as we’ve known each other!”
“Not seriously.” He’s kind of insulted that apparently Seokjin couldn’t tell the difference, but he puts that aside for now. “And you didn’t exactly do anything either, so this isn’t on me.”
Seokjin looks at him like he’s missing something obvious.
“Park Jimin! Do you think I’d wait around to make and eat dinner at ten at night for just anyone?”
“I thought you were just being a good friend!”
“I was! I was also being way more than friendly!”
“Well!” Jimin flounders for a response. “You didn’t actually say anything!”
“You didn’t either!”
They look at each other, both of them realizing at the same time that they’re arguing about something extremely stupid. Seokjin’s offended expression cracks first, his lips twitching, and then they’re both laughing.
Jimin’s giggling sends his whole body crashing into Seokjin who doesn’t seem to mind. When they finally get themselves under control, Jimin finds that he’s ended up back where he started, practically in Seokjin’s lap, and with Seokjin’s arm across his shoulders. The atmosphere settles into something much less fraught and they simply sit there for a few moments, basking in it.
“Hi,” Jimin says eventually, voice soft. He’s unable to stop himself from smiling so wide he almost doesn’t see Jin’s face splitting into a matching grin.
“Hello,” he returns with the same intonation.
“Please kiss me now,” Jimin says, feeling bold.
The last syllable is still on his lips when Seokjin’s get there.
(“Wait, so how long have you had a crush on me?” Jimin asks, an indefinite time later.
“How long have you had a crush on me?” Seokjin returns immediately.
“I asked you first!”
“Well, I’m older!”
“Wha— you can’t say that while we’re making out! That doesn’t even make sense!”
“There is far too much talking happening for this to count as ‘making out’.” Seokjin sniffs haughtily and presses his fingers harder where he’s holding onto Jimin’s waist.
Jimin decides to save the discussion for later.)
Words: 1846
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Kim Seokjin | Jin/Park Jimin
Characters: Park Jimin (BTS), Kim Seokjin | Jin
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Roommates/Housemates, Alternate Universe - Not K-Pop Idols, Mutual Pining, Friends to Lovers, oblivious and in love
Summary:
Jimin enters the apartment, tired, cold from the wind and slightly miserable at getting home so late again, and is immediately hit by the smell of something delicious cooking. His mouth starts to water and his stomach suddenly remembers he hasn’t eaten anything in at least six hours.
“Jin-hyung?”
Written for
candyheartsex (AO3 link).Jimin enters the apartment, tired, cold from the wind and slightly miserable at getting home so late again, and is immediately hit by the smell of something delicious cooking. His mouth starts to water and his stomach suddenly remembers he hasn’t eaten anything in at least six hours.
“Jin-hyung?” He calls, projecting his voice to be heard over the music he can hear playing. It’s some girl group he doesn’t recognize, but it’s the kind of song that makes him want to hum along. He doesn’t get a reply by the time he’s managed to free himself from his outerwear and shoes so he goes towards the kitchen, curious.
He finds Seokjin with his back to him, leaning over a pot of something on the stove. Jimin simply looks at him for a moment, the domestic picture he makes, those broad shoulders hidden under a soft sweater and feels a little better already. He wants to laugh at himself for the thought but it’s (undeniably, inescapably) true.
“Hyung,” Jimin calls out.
Seokjin visibly starles, but manages not to drop what he’s holding. Instead, he puts it down and turns around, hand on his heart and already laughing.
“You almost gave me a heart attack, oh my god.”
Jimin grins and goes in for a hug, ignoring the pang his heart gives. He’s an old hand at it by now.
“Good evening,” he says, burying his face in Jin’s shoulder. Perfect.
Seokjin returns the hug as best as he’s able without touching him with his hands.
“Busy day?” He asks gently.
“The usual,” Jimin replies, not interested in really talking about work. “Thanks for waiting for me.” He still doesn’t let go.
Jin waves him off, as he always does when Jimin tries to suggest he doesn’t have to do all this. “No way. If I let you feed yourself, you’d starve. Or worse, eat only instant ramyeon.”
“Nothing wrong with that.”
“Plenty wrong with that,” Seokjin shoots back immediately and Jimin only laughs. “If you’re done trying to suffocate me, give me a hand with this, would you?”
Jimin’s smile falls a little. Right. He rearranges his expression before Jin can realize something’s wrong.
“I will, just let me go wash up first.”
Seokjin complains loudly immediately, as Jimin knew he would. “Oh my god! Go wash your hands, you fiend, I don’t want your outside germs in the food!” He doesn’t try to push him off, however, so Jimin only giggles and hugs him tighter one more time before letting go properly.
“I’m going, I’m going.”
In the bathroom, Jimin splashes water on his face, trying to clear his thoughts. He stares at his reflection and tries to sternly tell himself to quit being so dramatic. He’s reading far too much into simple actions. Just because Seokjin goes along with Jimin’s need for physical affection and does things like cook food for both of them even though they don’t run on the same schedule and he could easily eat dinner at a more convenient time, doesn’t mean he’s interested in Jimin as anything more than a friend.
It’s been months since Jimin realized his feelings towards his roommate and friend were not entirely platonic and in that time, Seokjin’s behavior hasn’t changed at all, no matter how many hints Jimin drops or how much he tries to flirt. He can take a hint. If Seokjin genuinely hasn’t noticed and isn’t just trying to be nice about it, Jimin would still rather not ruin a good friendship by trying to bring it up.
Get it together already, he tells his reflection and tries to look less like a sad puppy (thanks, Taehyung, for putting that thought in his mind).
Jin’s voice interrupts his moping.
“If you haven’t drowned in the sink, come set the table!”
Jimin shakes himself and yells back. “Still alive! Give me a moment!”
After dinner, they find themselves migrating to the couch together.
Jimin is feeling lethargic and satisfied with the fantastic food (as if anything Seokjin makes could be otherwise; and that is not just his bias talking), which combined with his earlier exhaustion makes his thoughts slower and his inhibitions lower. This is a somewhat dangerous state of affairs, but Jimin doesn’t want to be alone, and Seokjin seems to feel the same, so after some back and forth, they decide on watching a movie.
They put on some romantic comedy, the kind that makes you cringe and close your eyes when the protagonist and the love interest have yet another misunderstanding, so Jimin isn’t surprised when he ends up almost sitting on Seokjin after one too many times of hiding his face in Seokjin’s shoulder in secondhand embarrassment.
Still, he is surprised when he turns around to comment on something dumb the protagonist does and finds Jin’s face closer than he expects it.
Like. Really close.
The moment stretches.
Jimin means to say something because he doesn’t like this weird tension that’s suddenly in the air, but his words die somewhere on the way to his mouth, so he simply stares at Jin’s face. He has really pretty lips, which is something Jimin’s known for ages, but they’re not usually so close…
What are you doing?! The little voice in his head screeches and fuck, right, they’re just friends, this isn't—
Soft.
It takes a too-long second for his brain to reboot and then register that what he’s feeling is a kiss. Seokjin is kissing him.
He doesn’t have time to process that before the slight pressure lets up and Seokjin is pulling back.
Jimin blinks at him, dazed.
“Ah, shit,” Seokjin says, softly but with feeling, and then he’s putting space between them, and what, no.
Jimin grabs his sleeve before he can go anywhere.
“Wait, hyung—”
“Sorry, Jiminie,” Seokjin says with a smile, but there’s something heartbreaking in his voice. He’s not looking at Jimin anymore. “I shouldn’t have done that.”
Jimin can’t keep up, struggling to catch up and understand what happened to the comfortable atmosphere they had fallen into, but he doesn’t stop himself from asking, “So why did you?”
It comes out more plaintive than he wants it to and he immediately wishes he could take it back, because Seokjin’s expression twists painfully at the question.
“Don’t make me say it,” he says and it almost sounds like pleading.
Jimin is scrambling, mind stuck on the unexpected sensation of Seokjin’s soft lips on his own. Even so, he can tell something has gone wrong somewhere.
“Hyung, wait, please,” Jimin says. He must sound especially pathetic because Seokjin stops trying to gently pry his sweater out of Jimin’s grip and stills.
“Jiminie…”
“Wait.”
Seokjin listens to him, thankfully, and doesn’t continue, only sits there, looking torn.
Jimin breathes in deep, lets it out. He closes his eyes. Keeps breathing.
The repetition makes him feel more centered and he pokes experimentally at his swirling thoughts. There’s something that he’s missing here, a puzzle piece that would change the entire composition if he put it in the right place.
“Hyung.” Jimin opens his eyes and there Seokjin is, still letting himself be held in place, now looking back at Jimin with an inscrutable expression.
Seokjin’s always been very good at keeping a poker face and to have it directed at him now hurts unexpectedly.
Jimin licks his lips, trying to figure out how to say what he should, and doesn’t miss the way Seokjin’s eyes quickly dart down and then up again.
“Jin-hyung, why are you sorry? If it’s because you k-kissed me,” and he curses at himself for stumbling over the word like some teenager, but pushes on regardless, “then don’t be. You don’t have to apologize.”
Seokjin’s face contorts into something Jimin really, really doesn’t like. “Listen, you don’t have to—”
“I want you to. Kiss me, I mean.” A beat. “Like, all the time.”
Well, there it is.
As soon as the words leave his mouth, Jimin feels a lightness flood him. For something that he’s been terrified of doing for so long, he’s surprised how easy it is to say.
Whatever happens now, he’s managed to come clean and say it.
Seokjin, for his part, looks startled, but there’s something in his eyes. He doesn’t respond immediately however, so Jimin tries to keep talking, stumbling over his words now that he’s managed a confession.
“You took me by surprise, that’s all. It’s not… I didn’t mind. I just thought you weren't interested in, uh, you know, so…” He trails off awkwardly and winces. “Um, please say something.”
Either the words or Jimin’s tone snap him out of it, because Jin finally opens his mouth.
“You thought I wasn’t interested in you?” he asks incredulously. “I thought you weren’t!”
Jimin winces again, but then frowns. “I’ve been flirting with you for months, though? What did you think I was doing that for?”
Seokjin throws up his hands. It would almost be funny in another situation. “You flirt all the time! You have been flirting with all our friends for as long as we’ve known each other!”
“Not seriously.” He’s kind of insulted that apparently Seokjin couldn’t tell the difference, but he puts that aside for now. “And you didn’t exactly do anything either, so this isn’t on me.”
Seokjin looks at him like he’s missing something obvious.
“Park Jimin! Do you think I’d wait around to make and eat dinner at ten at night for just anyone?”
“I thought you were just being a good friend!”
“I was! I was also being way more than friendly!”
“Well!” Jimin flounders for a response. “You didn’t actually say anything!”
“You didn’t either!”
They look at each other, both of them realizing at the same time that they’re arguing about something extremely stupid. Seokjin’s offended expression cracks first, his lips twitching, and then they’re both laughing.
Jimin’s giggling sends his whole body crashing into Seokjin who doesn’t seem to mind. When they finally get themselves under control, Jimin finds that he’s ended up back where he started, practically in Seokjin’s lap, and with Seokjin’s arm across his shoulders. The atmosphere settles into something much less fraught and they simply sit there for a few moments, basking in it.
“Hi,” Jimin says eventually, voice soft. He’s unable to stop himself from smiling so wide he almost doesn’t see Jin’s face splitting into a matching grin.
“Hello,” he returns with the same intonation.
“Please kiss me now,” Jimin says, feeling bold.
The last syllable is still on his lips when Seokjin’s get there.
(“Wait, so how long have you had a crush on me?” Jimin asks, an indefinite time later.
“How long have you had a crush on me?” Seokjin returns immediately.
“I asked you first!”
“Well, I’m older!”
“Wha— you can’t say that while we’re making out! That doesn’t even make sense!”
“There is far too much talking happening for this to count as ‘making out’.” Seokjin sniffs haughtily and presses his fingers harder where he’s holding onto Jimin’s waist.
Jimin decides to save the discussion for later.)
