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Haiii Loubeee... Please can you make a Jimin fluff for me preferably when y/n is upset and hiding in the library.. thenx 💕💕

GENRE. fluff; angst.

CHARACTERS. park jimin x reader | no supporting character.

W.C. 2.3 K

AUTHOR`S NOTE. jimin is a certified pabo but that’s also the reason why i love him so fucking much. it physically hurts. btw, it`s raining here in kolkata so i`m writing a lot. happy reading, bub and thank you for requesting!

[10:53 PM] [rains are only fun when someone is in the library]

―jimin could end up becoming a stalker but he breezes his way through the shelves picking up the book he had to.

jimin could end up falling more in love but he still breezes through the shelves and almost shakes the sleeping librarian off his sleep by placing the said book in front of him.

it wasn`t like he really intended to do so. feelings―they just don`t happen by being said, they happen out of nowhere and it wasn`t exactly his fault that his curiosity killed him every day. since a very younger age, he has been very curious about anything that his mind has been stuck on.

today and for one and a half year, it has been you.

when he first saw you he thought you must be a weird one like him too because no one just spends every day sitting in the library reading books. yes, sure―he isn`t implying that people don`t come here to read apart from him but it`s not something a person would do regularly.

but the thing that set you apart from anyone here was the air that you carried around you. it was like the smell of a lipstick being opened for the first time, it was like the first time you recognized the smell of rain without your mother`s help, it was like the smell of bed sheet after you`ve slept for too long. you were uncertain and it shakes his insides tremendously. he hopes to never lose that feeling.

so that`s how he is now―he`s curious―very much curious about you. he wants to know you. more than feeling you, he wants to know you. maybe people won`t understand him if he ever tells them about his perspective of love for you, also it`s not like he has ever tried speaking about it. it would sound too greasy for their ears. thus, jimin kept his own thoughts within himself and found ways to quench his curiosity.

just like you know someone by their playlist, you can also know by the genre of books they read or more accurately the books they read. it`s their way of indulging in the world they wish for. so, jimin, after one month of observing you from afar decided to pick the books which you return back every fridays.

it`s been one and a half year that jimin`s been doing the same routine and it has never once bothered him because the more he read the books you finished, the more he started diving into you more.

so that perspective that he was talking about―maybe he did try to jot it down a little bit. it will honestly sound nonsensical to anyone but he tried anyway.

what he actually wanted to say that, he just can`t tell why he is only pulled towards you. he doesn`t know if it`s you as a person or it`s the you who lives inside your body is the one who`s pulling him towards this direction. he has found out through the books and its characters that you`ve a knack for sad stories, especially sad endings. now, no one really wants a sad ending in their lives, do they? or is it just a way of coping up with the reader`s own sadness?

some days, he does get sad and wants to comfort you but sadly, he didn`t want to sound like a stalker. he knows he won`t do any harm but he`s still scared. what if one day he does reveal all these and you suddenly stop coming to the library? what if he suddenly can`t tell which is more lonely―his own room or this library?

so he didn`t do what his tempted heart wanted. he kept this little secret of his inside his heart and soul and dodged out all the bullshit thoughts through the windows. he zipped his mouth and concentrated on just being in this melancholic love story which only occurs in his mind. he was after all, at some point one with you. it didn`t matter if it`s just the minds which connect and not the skins.

no matter how much you stop yourself from watching or reading anything with a sad ending or that tragic tag, you just can`t stop your fingers from hovering over the keyboard to click on that drama/anime/manga or the sad books in the library. it disturbs your mind but you feel like your head is heavy, the place where the cerebrospinal fluid should be there, it just continues to be filled with pebbles and pebbles of dark thoughts and you find yourself spiralling down the river of depression.

it`s not like the incident at home is anything better. there`s always been tension in that house`s air but you still found sanity inside yourself, thanks to your mother who tried to cheer you up occasionally. but that doesn`t mean you don`t have fights with her―and when it happens, it always leaves a bitter taste in your mouth and you feel like you had the most tiring day ever.

it`s not like things are starting to surprise you anymore. everything is dull and badly animated. where it should have been a watercoloured background, it`s just dull grey areas and uneven surfaces. but the most bittersweet relationship that you`ve is with the rain especially the time during the start of autumn when festivals are starting to show its colour and you don`t even know the alphabets which make up for the word happiness. your fingers, the tip of your tongue feels barren of the same word. it just doesn`t make sense, because you know there are people who`re sadder than you, more depressed than you but maybe they, just like you want a ray of sunlight in their life. but it`s still barren―this place which we call our world.

but that library was your escape, though you still opted for sad ending books and that empty feeling after finishing a good book.

today just like last evening, it`s been raining all day and though nature`s depression is accompanying your own, you`ve a hunch that today won`t be like any other day. well, anyway, that was bound to happen. after all, today you were just going to pull out five of your favourite books you had already finished some weeks back and then take the train to your friend`s place to spend a day at her place and also give her the books she asked for.

as usual you gave a curt nod to the constant drowsing librarian while entering, but instead of taking your usual seat, you went directly to the shelves you had to get your books from. from the corner of your eyes, you saw the usual faded blue haired guy sitting at his own regular seat scheming through the lines of his book. the way he was holding the book, you had trouble seeing the title. you moved your eyes back to your hands which pulls out the last book from the shelf instead of giving any further fruitless gaze to the guy.

walking back towards the place where the librarian sat, you place the five books you had to take. you pulled out your membership card and gave it to her while she writes down the date for return. you told her it will take about a month to return all them all together.

through her spec, she looks up at you with that same drowsy look, “what is it with you and that guy reading the same book all the time? can`t you both just share them rather than making me work twice?”

you felt a jolt in you and you moved your face forward, “what do you mean reading the same book?”

she closes her eyes for a whole two seconds and opens them up but this time you saw an expression on her face that you never thought you would see on her―she was smiling and it was a smile which had secrets.

“i bet that young guy is in love with you. i saw a movie like that with my daughter some years ago. the guy who was in love with the girl read all the books she read. ah,” she proceeds to scratch her scalp with the back of her pen, “i just can`t seem to remember the name of the film―”

“whisper of the heart? are you talking about the 1995 ghibli film?”

her eyes glows and she moved her pen furiously at that, “yes! that one. ah, that was such a good film.” she sits back in her chair still smiling.

“but anyway, it`s just my thoughts. youngsters these days are something else. also i trust you. you can keep them for one month but you`ll be fined if you don`t return them in the same condition.” the librarian who has successfully thrown you into another dimension, returns back to writing your name on the book`s card. “if you weren`t a regular i wouldn`t even allow this.” while she continues to mumble on her own, you stir your face a little to watch the guy reading the book he`s holding in the way same you saw some while ago.

this old lady must be in some dreamworld, you thought, you didn`t even have any thought about his existence outside this library and this guy―this good looking guy can`t be in love with you. yes, you nodded to yourself, she`s definitely dreaming on her own.

suddenly, you saw the cards on which she was writing your name and you saw another name just after the first time your name was written. it read PARK JIMIN and it baffled you that even that guy`s name was pretty enough in your eyes and it was all the same. literally all the times you`ve issued these five books, he has issued them just after that. he must have really been committed in his dedication.

you push the books inside your side bag while the librarian throws you a quick nod and along with that the same mischievous smile from some minutes ago. you shake your head at her and walk out of the library.

you weren`t exactly expecting anything new but the next day when you entered the library you were hoping for a glimpse from that guy. but your legs stopped from moving any further as you watch his usual seat empty. i mean, you thought it`s alright―maybe he got sick or something, after all, it`s been raining for the last three days. maybe something might`ve come up at his place…and it didn`t even occur to you until you felt the gush of wind against your face, which was only possible if someone is cutting through the wind.

“hey! no running in the library!” you heard the librarian`s voice booming through the library but your feet didn`t listen to her words and instead, you placed yourself at the entrance of the library, your body heaving against the large pillar that gave the library behind you a grand look.

when you had finally caught up with your breath, your eyes move up and there stood a drenched park jimin―his hair which was already starting to look like dull blue was scattered against his forehead, his eyes were wide and there was a worrisome look in them. clearly, he had forgotten about his umbrella even though the forecast said it would be raining for a whole week. oh, how much of a stupid this guy is, you felt anger and a sign of relief building in you but it didn`t stop you from looking at him in the eye.

“umbrella?” you start with your breathless voice, “did you forget that?”

jimin, whose eyes had moved away from your face returned to that same spot only to feel a certain warmness oozing from his insides. out of habit, he pulls at the strand of his fading blue hair, “ah, yes. is everything okay in the library?”

“huh?” you ask him, suddenly feeling too dumb.

“i mean, you`re heaving. are you sick? is everything okay?” he moves his hand behind and looks back for a split second before continuing, “i know a doctor’s chamber nearby. do you want to―”

“no!” you shook yourself by your own voice and then standing up straight you cough back, “i`m fine. i just needed some air and―rain! i wanted to see how much it`s raining…”

“ah, that. yes, it`s been raining hard, isn`t it?” jimin now walks towards you but he shakes himself a bit and messes up his hair in that process too. he literally looked like a drenched duckling and it was so adorable you wanted to hide behind the same pillar you were previously leaning onto.

“let`s go then,” you say, your voice too little.

jimin hums back at you, “sure.”

and, you both enter the library finding yourself in the comfort around the walls that enclose both of you while it pours a little harder than before. you conclude to yourself that rains are only fun when someone`s in the library―with you.

fin.

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