#you are in a constant state of anxiety in this house akskslsldj

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Getting Back Into the Swing of Things (Part four)

Or, Namjoon falls back in love with his ex (and his boyfriends do too)

Ot7 x reader (slow burn, roommates au, fluff, humbling rich kids, they're all just stuck up rich kids but Jimin specifically)

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Jimin's never really been the jealous type.

He's worked a long time on himself, becoming at peace with who he was and how to have a healthy relationship with others. A nice balance between give and take.

Realistically, he knew that the five or more years he's spent by Namjoon's side must count for something.

But apparently, you've spent longer next to him and were still thrown aside so maybe he's overestimating. Or maybe Namjoon's lying about how important you were to him. Are to him, he seems to emphasize. Jimin hasn't heard a word about you and suddenly you're the most important thing in his life.

Is he jealous? No, of course not. Is he a bit miffed? Yes, understandably. When Jimin agreed to this, he didn't know he'd be housing his boyfriend's ex. His boyfriend's pretty, lovely, kind, smart ex.

You seemed as skittish as a mouse though, at least around him, because Jimin never saw you for than five minutes at a time, especially not during the day. You seemed to be nocturnal. Not unusual, you had spent all night driving over a week ago, and Jimin has ruined his sleep schedule before with less than that.

But the further away you stay from Namjoon the better. The way things were going, you weren't planning on becoming attached to anybody. You hardly initiated conversation with Namjoon, besides telling him how happy you are to have a place to stay.

It's possible that you really don't have any intention of getting close with Namjoon again, since you apparently just broke up with someone, and didn't seem too eager to speak to him at the dinner table. You talked to Jin more than Namjoon even, though again, that wasn't hard to do with little you've been around.

But, Jimin thinks to himself, settling on the bed, there are more important things to think about.

"Joonie," Jimin said, caressing his face as he prepared to shake him awake. "Joon." A little more firmly, accompanied with a push and Namjoon started blinking awake.

"Mm?" A sleepy groan.

"It's breakfast time, love."

Namjoon had the day off today, and Jimin was going to make sure he spent it well. He had planned out a bike ride, maybe a romantic dinner, just some quality time.

"What time is it?" He groaned again, slapping his hand around for his phone.

"10:45, I let you sleep in late." Namjoon was a busy man, and 6:30 was his normal wake up time.

Namjoon rolled out of bed and Jimin followed, talking and laughing with him as he got ready for the day. Their relationship was big and complex, but little moments alone like this made it all feel so simple, like a reminder of why he had decide to date each and every one of these amazing people.

"Where's Y/n?" Namjoon asked, walking out into the living room.

Nevermind, the romance was dead and gone.

Jimin rolled his eyes. "I don't know but her shoes are gone. She must've gone for a walk or something."

"Mm, I'll give her a call." He reached for phone in his pocket as they made their way into the dining room.

A call. You guys haven't talked in years while being states apart and now that you're under the same roof you're calling everyday.

Whatever. Jimin wasn't going to let you bother him. You don't honestly, why would Jimin be threatened by his boyfriend's ex who is, again, kind and pretty, when he had built up a relationship full of mutual love and trust?

"Joon?" Jimin starts, settling into the breakfast table next to Namjoon, plastering himself to his muscled arm. Those workouts have really been doing wonders, he'll have to give Jungkook a proper thanks for getting him to exercise with him. "I was thinking, its a been awhile since we've had some time to ourselves. We should go to the restaurant you like, by that park? And we can walk around after."

Namjoon turned to him, eyes warm and his dimpled smile growing at the memories of the place, and opened his mouth to give him an answer.

At that moment, however, you pick up the call. "Did you need anything, Joon?" You asked. Your voice sounding more annoyingly high pitched through the reciever.

"Hey, I was just checking on you, where'd you go? We're all sitting down for breakfast now."

"Oh I already ate. Go ahead and eat without me, I'll be fine."

"Are... are you sure? We can save you some if you want?"

"I'm okay! Thank you. I'll be home soon, don't worry." And you hang up, just like that.

"That was weird." Namjoon looked down at the call ended screen, eyebrows furrowed.

Jimin sighs in relief at the ended phone call. "Was it? Anyways, like I was saying, the restaurant?"

"Huh? Oh yeah of course, that'd be great."

A distracted answer but an answer nonetheless. He'll take it.

You know, Jimin may seem catty, but try to see this from his perspective. These guys were just about the best things to ever happen to him.

When he was growing up, he was left alone most of the time. He was a little troublemaker, tripping up the maids around his house, breaking things he probably shouldn't, and pretty much throwing a fit everytime his parents said they'd be working late. Which was a lot.

He had calmed down into his teen years, realizing his parents would never make the extra effort to reach him, and letting his anger boil under his skin like lava, deciding if his parents were going to be out making money all the time he'd just do his best to spend it, developing his addiction to designer.

He met Taehyung in high school, after he moved to his town from some country hillside, new and naive to the inner workings of city life. Taehyung was kind and mellow, a direct opposite to his energy, and they balanced each other out. Jimin had someone who would always listen to him, and Taehyung had someone who encouraged him to push himself, to think outside the box and go after what he wanted.

It was a couple years on their own before meeting Namjoon and the rest and it was like a fairytale. It's not hard to fall in love with Namjoon. He had a cold exterior at first, they all do, considering their less than ideal upbringings. But once they realized they were all in the same boat, his caring and charismatic nature and his inability to let the people close to him struggle when he could help was endearing.

Was endearing, because now it has him treating you extra nice. To have Namjoon, someone fiercely protective to the point of shutting everyone he didn't trust out of his personal life, quickly and immediately bring you into their lives, into their home, just proves that he really thinks you're worth it.

And that really scares Jimin.

He's really fond of the family unit he's created. They're perfect for each other, they work well as a group and individually. They all click with each other. It takes a lot of work for a relationship of seven people to make sure no one gets left out but they've built up communication and comfort.

Communication. Something Jimin never had before.

And here you were, messing everything up.

Because that's what Jimin was really worried about. What if you are perfect for Namjoon, and steal him away? He doesn't know why you broke up, and apparently Namjoon doesn't seem to remember either, with the way he's acting like a protective boyfriend. And that's not even factoring in the possibility that everyone else could end up liking you. Yoongi, Jin, Taehyung, and Jungkook are more flexible with their sexualities, as opposed to Hoseok and Jimin who have been one hundred percent gay for as long they remember.

Jin is usually like Jimin in these kinds of situations, cold and snappy and dismissive of outsiders, quickly taking care of anyone who tries to get close with their exclusive group. But he seems happy to have you here, inviting you into the kitchen and showing off his cooking skills in a way he hasn't recently. Where he would usually complain about being treated like a personal chef, he's now whipping something new up everyday.

Jimin's hoping it doesn't have anything to do with the sticky notes you leave sometimes after eating your meals, usually taking it to eat in your room, with your loopy, girly handwriting saying how much you loved the meal.

Yoongi and Hoseok seem pretty impartial to you being here. They must see it the same way, trusting Namjoon that you're okay to keep around and leaving it at that. And if Yoongi's been playing his music louder than usual, or if Hoseok's been leaving the door to his at-home dance studio more open than he usually would, Jimin is going to pretend it's unrelated.

Taehyung and Jungkook seem to be mostly ignoring you, Jungkook stares at you sometimes, when you're not looking with a look Jimin genuinely can't identify, and Taehyung might want to talk to you, but seems to be trying to support Jimin and avoid contact with you.

Which is highly welcomed, since Jimin can't really voice his discomfort with having you here. But Taehyung knows him better than he knows himself, it only makes sense that he wouldn't have to say anything.

He doesn't want to ruin your stay, not when it would make Namjoon upset. And for all the people that Jimin has made cry, he doesn't think he could get away with you being one of them.

Which is why, when he heard muffled sobbing coming from your room one night, he was a bit concerned.

Mostly because he doesn't want anyone to find out you were crying and blame him for it. He has no idea why you're crying but you seem to have a lot going on.

Jimin sighs, going into his room and grabbing one of the personalized plushies he and his boyfriends made for their anniversary one year, the bright yellow puppy plushie, smiling up at him.

Girls like teddy bears and stuff, right? This can't be too different, he thought to himself, placing the plushie on the floor in front of your room and knocking on the door. He slipped around the corner and waited for you to pick it up.

Jimin wasn't a monster. So if it warmed his heart a little to see you, sniffling with a soft red tint to your face, pick up the puppy and press its smiling face to your cheek as you calmed down, then that's no one's business but his.

He found his plushie the next day on the low table in the living room, and instead placed it back in front of your door with a sticky note saying 'keep it!'

He saw it tucked into your bed while passing your room later, door slightly ajar, and if he smiled to himself then, that's nobody's business either.

He would still need time to get over... whatever the feeling he gets around you is, but if he had it his way would just ignore you forever.

However, there are times where he doubts that he is God's favorite.

"Oh my God, why are you so slow?" He whined, watching as the crowd of people on the sidewalk pushed past you.

"There's a lot of people, I can't just push them." You whined, ever so slowly making your way around a clump of people.

"You can, and you should." He strided ahead, no longer looking back to see if you were keeping up. You should know the way home by now if you really can't find him.

And why did he agree to this again?

When Namjoon asked Jimin to take you with him so you weren't alone in the house when he went out this morning to pick up a delivery, he was obviously having a moment of weakness.

But just try turning down Namjoon when he's staring at you with his cute smile. It's impossible!

He figured it'd be quick. Get to the store and get back. Except everyone in the city was apparently out and about today too, making this walk much, much more taxing than it needed to be.

You grabbed onto his sleeve, jostling him and he ripped your arm away. "Don't touch me! This is designer, and if your grubby little hands get it dirty, you'll be paying for the dry cleaning. In fact, don't talk to me, don't look at me, don't even breathe in my direction. Just stay three feet behind me, like you have this whole time since you walk so slow, and let me pretend you don't exist for an hour." He hissed, whipping around again and walking faster.

You seemed to take his advice, not making a sound, and he really did forget you were there until he reached the storefront, opening the door and hearing you come in after him. Your eyes looked a little puffy but he dismissed it. Your emotions were not his problem.

"Marcelo! Your favorite customer is here." He sang, looking around the jewelry shop. He always came here to get his jewelry, the best custom pieces he owned came from there, all one percent authentic and high quality.

He looked closer at some new pieces he didn't see before. Custom initial necklaces. The necklace with a J charm hanging off a diamond was cute, he'll have to make a note to order it later.

A man you guessed was Marcelo came out from the back room, "My old friend! It's been a while. How is everything?"

"Oh, you know, I've been busy off in Paris. And Honolulu. And Tokyo..."

As Jimin bragged about his latest glamorous travels, you were trying very hard not to touch anything. With your luck, you'd break something, and then you'd have to pay for it. And with your job search coming up empty, you only had about a hundred and seventy dollars left before you were in a state of emergency.

Even though some of the stuff here was really nice. A necklace with a pink diamond as the center jewel was displayed over in a glass case, the chain being some sort of intricate gold lacing.

"And you, pretty girl, what are you here for?" Marcelo called from behind the counter.

"Oh, I'm not--"

"She's just here with me." Jimin explained, flapping a hand in your direction dismissively. "She's not getting anything."

"Are you sure? I have gold pieces that would suit you nicely!" Marcelo tried again.

"I'm good, thanks." You responded a little more abrasive than necessary, but it seems to help him get the hint, retreating into the back room to get Jimin's package.

You turned back towards the necklace and Jimin walked over, peering over your shoulder. "You sure you don't want that? I could always buy it for you." He offered innocently. You narrowed your eyes at him suspiciously. "You would really do that for me?"

His sweet smile took on a sharp edge, "Sure, why not? I don't mind doing some charity."

You scoffed. "Forget it then."

"Oh, come on, I'm only joking." He said, even though you knew he definitely was not. "Besides, when are you gonna get the chance to get something this nice?"

"Unlike some people, I don't need flashy accessories to make me happy."

Jimin's perfectly sculpted eyebrows raised in shock as he scoffed. "Excuse me? I don't need accessories to make me happy. I have six amazing boyfriends and a career and body that some people would kill for."

"Okay. That's things that would make other people happy. But how happy does it make you?" You turned towards him. "Or do you just get your happiness from making other people wish they were you?"

The two of you stared each other down for a long moment, Jimin eventually glancing away, "Whatever." He said, walking back up to the counter, back facing you again.

You sighed. This was shaping up to be a rough morning. "I'm gonna wait outside and get some fresh air." You moved towards the door, Jimin only murmuring a short 'whatever' as you exited.

You stood outside, breathing easier now that you weren't inside with Jimin leaking toxic vibes into the air. You inhaled the morning air, though now it was most likely almost lunch.

Jimin rushed out ten minutes later. "I'm hungry, we're getting lunch." He said, breezing past you down onto the street.

You trailed after him, realizing your stomach was growling. Maybe you should've eaten breakfast before leaving but it was too late for regrets now. You would just make something once you got home.

After a bit of walking, Jimin turned onto a different street, towards a busy looking restaurant with a long line out the door. He marched past everyone right up to the bored looking hostess. "Table for two please."

She sighed, staring down at her touchscreen, "Can I get a name for your reservation, sir?"

"Park."

"I'm sorry sir that name isn't on the lis-- Oh, Mr. Park Jimin!" She said after finally looking up. "I'm so sorry, right this way, sir."

She led you to a back room, separated from the rest of the restaurant by a clouded glass wall and door, with a large table and minibar. "I'll have a servant bring the menus right away."

He must've noticed your puzzled expression. "This is one of Jin's restaurants. This is the room we always eat in whenever we're here."

"Jin owns restaurants?"

He nodded, pride dancing in his eyes. "All Michelin star certified. He started these because he loves to eat. His words, not mine. A couple of his old friends run the kitchens."

You nodded and you both faded to quiet again. Jimin pulled out his phone tapping at it and you counted the grey dots on the dark blue wall across from your seat.

A servant rushed in, dropping two menus and bowing before leaving. You went back to staring at the wall.

"Are you not going to look at what you want to order?"

"I didn't bring any money with me."

"What part of 'we're getting lunch' don't you understand?" He rolled his eyes. "I'm paying."

"No, thanks, I'll eat at home."

He stared at you, an eyebrow quirked in disbelief. "You're impossible. Do you like salmon?"

"I already said--"

"I'm ordering you salmon." He closed his menu decisively. "It comes with a side of buttered and grilled green beans and crispy quinoa rice."

You sighed. "Thanks."

The food came and you started digging in, slowly at first, then quicker after you realized how tasty it was. You stopped for a moment, glancing out the window and reflecting on how you had more good meals in this last week than in the last year, and you heard a snap from across the table.

You looked over to see Jimin lowering his phone, tapping at it again. "Do you have an Instagram?"

"No? Why?"

"Cause, you're in the corner of this picture of my plate. I was going to tag you but there's no need."

"Do you post all of your meals to Instagram?"

"No, I just like spreading awareness about Jin's restaurants. Now, my followers know where I eat, and they'll want to eat here too."

"That's... a little creepy."

Jimin shrugged, digging into his grilled chicken.

The rest of the morning passed in silence, Jimin at least walking slower on the way back this time.

You went to your room and face planted on your bed. The day wasn't even over and you were already exhausted, Jimin's hot and cold attitude confusing you. You settled back into your blankets for a nap.

#ot7 x reader #bts x reader #bts x y/n #ot7 x yn #poly!bts x reader #a little argumentative in this one... #jimin is a jerk for a little while longer sorry lol #you are in a constant state of anxiety in this house akskslsldj #gbist