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Jimin BTS // Come Back Soon

Jimin rested his chin on the heel of his palm, staring out at the crowd of fans. He couldn’t stop a smile from growing on his face, or a small giggle from escaping his lips.

It still amazed him that people actually payed just to come see him and his members.

He let his eyes wander, wondering who would come into his line next. His eyes automatically skipped to you, talking and laughing with Namjoon.

You had to be older than him; he could see the maturity in your face.

His heart began to beat just a little bit faster and he could feel his palms begin to clam up.

He wondered if he was your favorite. Maybe you were excited about seeing him. Maybe you came here just to see him. The simple thought filled Jimin with pride.

It was all too soon when you appeared in front of him, smiling.

“Hello, Jimin!” You greeted, holding out your hands.

Jimin wasn’t going to pass up that opportunity. He reached out to hold your hands in his and smiled.

“Hello, Noona!” he greeted, giving you a soft smile. “How are you?”

He inwardly scolded himself. He had the perfect chance to call you a cute nickname like pretty noona or something else equally cheesy. Instead, he asked how you were doing. Cue inward eye roll.

“Hello, Jimin. Wow, you’re really cute in real life,” you blurted out before you could stop yourself.

Jimin could feel his cheeks reddening and he ducked his head so that you wouldn’t see. “Ah, really? You’re cuter.”

Good one, Jimin congratulated himself. “Am I your favorite, Noona?”

You could feel the small squeezes he was giving you and the eager look in his eyes. He was so pretty in person. More handsome. The pictures you had seen online didn’t do him justice.

You never thought your bias would be this close to you. “Of course you’re my favorite.”

“Good,” Jimin said, smiling. “I don’t want you to look at anyone else.”

“Jimin…” you laughed. Was he flirting or is this just fanservice? “You know I have to see the rest of the members soon.

“I’ll come back,” you promised, your cheeks tinged a dark shade of pink.

Just as you finished talking, the security guard told you to move along. As you tried to move in front of Taehyung, Jimin held onto your hand as long as he could.

“Come back and see me soon, Noona.” He said, drawing out his syllables.

“I will,” you promised him, inwardly squealing the the younger boy’s cuteness.