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madameaug · 6 months

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Wash Day || PJM x Black Fem Reader

inspo You're hair is really soft (Pinterest)

*woman in gif is not a face claim

yn: hey baby i'm getting ready to start washing my hair. so i'll be slow to respond if you text me within the next seven hours <3

jimin: seven hours ???

jimin: wait can i help

yn: uhh sure. if you want i'm unraveling my braids now

You sat your phone down, focusing on the ombre brown box braid in your hand. It was officially fall, and it was time to take out your late summer hairstyle. You stretched this style longer than usual due to your recent visit to South Korea. You came to celebrate Jimin's birthday and spent the remaining three weeks sightseeing before returning to your country.

The once neat squares were now fuzzy and overgrown. You were excited to see this much new growth spreading across your scalp. You peeked over your phone, seeing Jimin hearted your final text message. Jimin never shied away from asking you questions about your natural hair. Of course, he knew about the versatility of black hair, but now that his girlfriend was black, he felt he could become better informed.

"Yeobo." Jimin cooed, taking off his black puffer jacket. His eyes shining with pure love, looking at you. Despite half of your hair sticking out.

Jimin bent over and laid a kiss on your lips. He sat down before you, feet crossed and tucked underneath his body. "I'm ready to be your assistant."

You demonstrated to Jimin where to cut and how to unravel your braids. Like a good student, Jimin watched you take down some braids. Watching how generous you were with the detangler, using the rat tail comb to pick at those annoying knots.

Jimin was so gentle, slowly detangling your hair. Starting from the ends of your hair as you taught him. With each crinkly track of hair that Jimin removed, more and more of your natural hair was revealed. He showered your hair with compliments, not caring about the specks of dirt or clusters of hardened gel.

Starting your natural hair journey was something always intimate to you. It was your hair. Your crown. It was a part of your identity. Whether it was short, long, kinky, or curly. It grew from your scalp and was a testament to strength. Not letting Western beauty standards strip you of the beauty you were handed down from your ancestors. And for him, Jimin, your non-black boyfriend, to engage with your natural hair. You felt connected with him on another level.

In no time, an hour to be exact, you and Jimin finished unraveling all the braids. Your afro was extended high and moved like blades of grass in the wind. Jimin sweetly called your hair cotton candy.

"Your hair is so soft. I love it in this state." He leaned back on the couch, proud of his work.

"Na ah. We still got more work to do; now we have to wash it."

No complaint left Jimin's mouth as he rolled off the couch.

"Okay, but I wanna take a picture. Your hair is so cute right now." You playfully rolled your eyes but stretched out your hair to look suitable for the picture. Knowing Jimin, he was going to make this photo be his lock screen for who knows how long. With his hands around your hips, Jimin pulled you in close. His full lips puckered, kissing your cheek. Your eyes were closed, giving the camera a beautiful smile.

Reviewing the image, Jimin laughed, seeing that your afro covered a good portion of his face. But his lips on your cheek were still evident. Clearing out your kitchen sink, you explained to Jimin how each product would help your hair. He was simply taken aback by the six bottles that were sitting on the sink.

Jimin held the faucet spout over your hair, impressed at how your hair was repelling the stream of water. Jimin counted the sixty-seconds it took for your hair to start dripping from the water.

"So this is what you mean by low-porosity?"

"Yeah, it takes a while for my hair to get wet and for my hair to dry. Well at least air dry."

You squirted the coconut-scented shampoo in your hand. Ensuring that you scratched up any dirt in your hair. The scalp massage was your favorite part of washing your hair. You reached for Jimin's hands, getting them into your hair. His hands massaging your hair, hitting all the itchy spots.

"This is so satisfying, not gonna lie." You physically relaxed into Jimin's body. Despite the slightly uncomfortable bridge position you were in. You didn't mind as you watched Jimin wash your hair. You recognized his look of determination as he gave care to each area of your scalp.

"Gimme kiss." This time, you were puckering your lips for a kiss. Jimin didn't hesitate. Since your time in Korea, you have not had the opportunity to have a 'down' day with Jimin. Either he was taking you to a new part of the country he wanted you to see. Or you were working remotely from your laptop. You weren't working odd hours due to conflicting time zones. You were finding peace in the little things, like watching Jimin breathe. Your hands traced his jawline, feeling his bare skin. Not many things if life are 'perfect', but this moment between you and Jimin would be close. You basked in the moment. Not wanting this moment to end. Not enjoying your time to end.

"I love you."

"I love you more."

"Impossible." Jimin rinsed the shampoo, repeating the process with conditioner and deep conditioner. Jimin hadn't even noticed the time just flying by. He was just going along with the flow. Watching you section off your hair before blow drying it. The sections displayed an obvious contrast in the apparent 'length' of your hair. When soaking wet it was barely near your ear. Yet after being stretched by the blow dryer, it was at your collarbone.

"What do you need help with next?"

"This next part is pretty simple. I'm just gonna do five cornrows, then call it a night. You've been such a help, babe."

"Teach me how to do it." Jimin patted on the carpeted ground for you to sit in between his legs. In a matter of thirty minutes, Jimin mastered cornrows. Something that took you months, maybe even years to make them look presentable.

"Had I known you were this fast learner, I would have taught you this when we met." You looked at the five braids. You looked at the time, noticing that only four hours had passed. Jimin helped you shave off three hours of wash day.

"Glad to be of help."

I feel like I'm constantly changing my format when writing these imagines. Oh well. Life has been good lately, hope life has been good to everyone too <33

I'm def looking forward to the discourse on Golden over the next few days.

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bts-0t-7 · 7 months

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Healing Souls

Pair: Jimin x F Reader

Summary: A picture of Jimin kissing a girl leaked onto the internet, making fans go crazy - and that didn’t mean you were immune to it either. You wanted to give Jimin a chance to explain, but the moment you saw him walk through the door, your frustration burst. Between moments of anger, reflection, and reconciliation, you learned exactly what it means to be in love.

Genre: Fluff, Idolxreader, established relationship, girlfriend reader, angst

Chapter Warnings: Mentions of suspected cheating.

WC: 1661

You didn’t know how a simple conversation could turn so deadly. While you preferred a straight-front confrontation, Jimin preferred to ease it in. And it was over dinner that the argument sparked fire between the both of you. The room was charged with tension as the both of you stood at opposite ends of the room, voices raised in a much-heated argument. Anger and frustration swirled around you, sending you into a spiral and clouding your judgement.

Stubborn as mules, the both of you refused to give in - each party believing that they were right for every reason possible. Logical you knew to let it go for now, take a breath, cool down, and then come back and talk. But you were angry and Jimin wasn’t making it any better.

“I can’t believe you’re being so unreasonable!” Jimin’s voice was laced with frustration, his hands pulling at the roots of his hair, and brows furrowed in anger.

“And you aren’t even trying to understand it from my perspective!” You shot back, voice quivering with hurt.

As the argument escalated, the both of you shot back equally painful and harsh words. The weight in your chest turned heavier and heavier, like lead in your stomach. This wasn’t the Jimin you knew - the making understanding person that has always been there for you. This Jimin didn’t care for how deep and sharp his words turned as he shouted back at you. However, in the heat of the moment, your emotions took over and all rationality seemed to slip away.

“I would never - I didn’t even sleep with her!” Jimin shouted. “It’s just a picture for god sake! Grow up, Y/N!”

He gave you an exasperated sigh, turning to leave the living room. Your anger reached its boiling point. If this was a cartoon show, your face would have turned red and fumes would have come out of your ears.

“Grow up?” You shot back. “Grow up? Jimin, you grow up! What makes you think that you can throw around the relationship like it’s soccer?”

Jimin turned back around, fury burning in his eyes. “You know what? Maybe I did sleep with her! So what? So what if I slept with her? She sure is better than you!”

The sentence sent spikes of hurt directly to your heart. At that moment, the tears started forming as you stayed silent and stared at your boyfriend. You never pegged him for being so mean. The adrenaline and emotions were still on high, causing you to feel more emotional.

The silence that followed was deafening and you found yourself grabbing your keys, softly closing the main door behind you. No matter how angry, you were the one who brought this topic up. While you had the right to know what was going on, admittedly, you could’ve done better at your phrasing of words as well.

But as you walked down the street, your heart was still pounding and your thoughts in turmoil. You were hurt by what Jimin had said. Half of you know that he probably did not mean it but the other half of you was in pain at the thought that he truly - truly - cheated on you. You walked in circles at the nearby park until the sky slowly darkened.

You didn’t want to go home yet, deciding to get yourself an ice cream cone on the way instead. It wasn’t until you were walking home, one hand tucked in the puffer jacket you stanched from the ottoman and the other holding the sweet treat, that you realised the magnitude of the situation - the bond between you and Jimin, sitting dormant for three years, had been strained. The both of you were so welled up in being the perfect match for each other that you forget the imperfections of each other as well.

You knew that there was no running away from this situation - one way or the other, the both of you would have to face each other and have a talk. So with a determined sigh, you finished your cone and took lift up. You quickly typed in the passcode, shrugging off your coat and shoes, placing your keys in the dish Jimin made with the boys just last summer. You had thought it was too cute to be sitting in the cabinets, so you had taken it out to be used as a dish for the keys.

You heard before you saw Jimin walking up to you, eyes red-rimmed and tired - a reflection of the emotional turmoil the both of you are going through.

“Can… Can we talk?” You asked meekly, voice filled with vulnerability as you trained your eyes on the floor, missing the flash of pain as Jimin stared at you.

Jimin hesitated before saying, “Yeah, let’s… let’s head over to the sofa. Or would you prefer somewhere else?”

You shook your head and the both of you walked together. The room felt heavy with the weight of the unspoken words.

It was silent as the both of you stared at each other until Jimin broke it. “I’m sorry for what I said. I swear I didn’t cheat. I swear… I swear nothing like that happened. It was - it was just in the heat of the moment… that I said that.” Jimin’s voice and actions grew frantic as if trying to prove his point. “I swear - Y/N, I swear I didn’t - I wouldn’t -”

You took a leap of faith and stepped forward, encasing him in your arms. You gently pushed his head into the crook of your neck as he sobbed. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I swear - I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean it. I promise I didn’t! It’s not true!” Jimin wailed.

Your heart ached to see your boyfriend in such a miserable state. In the three years you were together, the both of you never had an argument this bad and you have never seen this side of him.

Vulnerable and sobbing in your arms.

You caressed his hair, soothing him. “It’s fine, Jimin. I know you didn’t mean it. I’m sorry too. I accused you without giving you a chance to explain the situation.”

Jimin continued crying on your shoulder and you were starting to feel the ache from holding most of his body weight while standing. Slowly, you moved over to the sofa, setting the both of you down comfortably. Jimin’s hands immediately tightened as you moved away from him.

“Please don’t go. Please don’t leave me… Please! I’ll do anything to prove to you I didn’t. I swear I didn’t!”

You brought your hands up to the hysterical man, cupping his puffy cheeks between them. “I’m not leaving. I’m not leaving. I’m just gonna grab some tissue, okay?”

Jimin shook his head. “No… Pleaseee…”

You sighed and sat back down, allowing the oversized baby to cuddle deeper into the couch, dragging you along. You turned to face him, bringing your sleeves over your palms to wipe away his tears. “I’m sorry I said those words too. I’m sorry I hurt you.”

Jimin’s head didn’t leave your shoulder as he continued to nuzzle at your throat with a few occasional sniffles.

“I’m sorry too. Shouldn’t have been so defensive.” His voice was muffled.

You shook your head. “You had every right to. It was my fault for bringing it up like that and accusing you.” You sighed. “Jimin…”

He hummed.

“Jimin, our relationship -”

“No, No, I’m sorry. I’m sorry!” He clinged onto you.

“Not that Jimin.” Your boyfriend had a way of overthinking the best situations into the worst so you could only imagine what he is thinking of now. “Jimin, I think we need to communicate more. We have been trying to be the best for each other but we forget that loving the other is loving them as a whole.”

“We keep so much from each other, not wanting the other to see the ‘bad sides’. But Jimin, I love you for you. And I know I can be tough to keep up with, I’m sorry.”

You hanged your head.

Now, it was Jimin’s turn to bring your face to his, lips pressed against yours. “I love you, wholly, Y/N. I’m sorry if I don’t show that enough. And I think you’re right, we need to work on our communication. It’s absolutely broken on completely different wavelengths.”

You giggled at his choice of words.

“Yeah… We should’ve been on the same ‘wavelength’ the moment you told me you’d adopt a dog for me if it made me less lonely at home.”

“Aish! Forget that already would you! Why do you always remember these cheesy stuff I told you!” Jimin whined at you.

The both of you sat together, cuddled up on the sofa, soaking in the presence of the other.

“Our bond means so much to me. I don’t want one fight to define us.” You truthfully told Jimin as he held you closer, agreeing with your statement.

“We’ll come out stronger.” He promised.

As the night deepened and the both of you got hungry, Jimin made you cup noodles, stealing some of yours after he finished his share. Starting a chopsticks fight, you very obviously lost, guard slipping every time he tickles you. At that very moment, looking into Jimin’s eyes and hearing his bright laughter beside you, you knew that this connection - this bond - was forever worth fighting for. You knew that the road ahead wasn’t going to be butterflies and flowers but you were willing to try.

Willing to strip yourself bare and give him you. Every part of you, you would give it to him. Until the very last thing was your heart - you’d place it in his hands. And then, you have no worries that he would ever break it, holding it between you like glass. Taking his like a puzzle piece, the both of you weaved threads and loops, creating a picture future together.

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