THREE MONTHS LATER

"Nooo, I love you more," Jimin gushes, staring right into his eyes. 

"Noooooo, I love you more!" Tae says with a giggle. 

"Impossible! I love you most! Beat that!" 

"I love you most infinity, suck an egg!"

"I love you most most most most most infinity, suck my dick!" Jimin exclaims. 

"Okay. when?" Tae asks back. 

Jimin does a factory reset before responding. "Wait what?"

Taehyung clears his throat. "What?"

You facepalm, leaning against the kitchen counter.

"Living with you two idiots is the gayest rom com I've ever fucking seen, and all I've been doing these past three months is watching gay rom coms with you two!" you say in a huff. 

"But we cuddle while watching it," Jimin says, pouting. "Is that not enough for you?"

You grunt. "I've had enough, I miss Jungkook."

"Someone's in love. You ever gonna tell him you love him, or am I gonna have to beat it out of you?" Jimin asks.

Tae stays surprisingly quiet. Instead of listening to the conversation, Tae goes to the sink and starts washing dishes. Jimin looks hurt for a flash, but his face returns to its natural chipper self a few seconds later. 

Although confused, you don't press. That's been happening a lot recently. Tae would hear you mention Jungkook and mysteriously walk away as if Jungkook isn't an actual person important to you. You wonder what's gotten into Tae. The job, perhaps? Poor guy is probably stressed from how long this job is taking.

"We're both taking things slow," you say. 

"Slower than a damn snail." Jimin keeps his pout as he crosses his arms over his chest. "You've done nothing but come here, make out, fuck here and there, and be obnoxiously in love. As someone who's forced to go on all your dates with you, I can confirm that he's literally more in love with you than I am with Tae." 

"Okay, don't push it. You literally just had an 'I love you' contest with him that ended with Tae offering to suck your dick." 

"Life is good," Jimin says with a smirk. 

"Wait what?" 

"What?"

You roll your eyes and pack your bag, making sure you have everything you need. 

"Wait, is there a date I don't know about?" Jimin asks. 

"Believe it or not, I don't only leave the house for Jungkook." You pause to chuckle. "I'm going to the park to take a walk. Feel free to join me. You're invited too, Tae." 

He stops the sink, shooting you a smile. "Thanks, but I think I'll stay here tonight. Someone's gotta clean the sheets." 

"What happened to the sheets?" you ask, although you're scared of the answer. 

Taehyung snorts. "Jimin happened."

Jimin gasps. "I sweat in my sleep, excuse you. I have no idea what you're implying." 

Taehyung narrows his eyes. "You're the horniest person in this house, even over Y/n and we can hear how horny she is at least once a week." 

"Okay, that's only because you barely let me over Jungkook's," you say. 

He snickers. "I understand, but I'm just saying that whenever Jimin's late, he always blames it on 'taking a shower' when in reality, he's jerking off." 

You glance at Jimin. "is this true?" 

"Well, I... um... no. Not at all," Jimin defends with a determined look. You stare at him without blinking. A few seconds later, his shoulders slump. "Okay, listen. God gave me a big dick for a reason. I'm gonna use-" 

"I've officially had enough of Park Jimin," you interrupt, grimacing, "you were also given small hands. I'm surprised they fit." 

"Why you little-" 

"Jimin," Tae says with a sigh. "Not worth it. Don't fight the girl we're supposed to be protecting. Not only is she into it, but it's her time of month so she'd win."

You hum. "Tae's got a point." 

"Ugh, curse you Satan's sacrificial waterfall," Jimin complains. 

Your eyes widen. "Satan's... what?"

"Satan's sacrificial waterfall," Jimin repeats with a toothy smile. 

Dammit, he's cute. 

"Did... you just nickname periods 'Satan's sacrificial waterfall'?" 

He proudly nods. 

"I don't know if I've been living with you too long or if I'm crazy, but holy shit that made a lot of sense," you admit. 

"We're best friends for life, L/n," he taunts with a smirk. "You'll be acting just like me by the end of this month." 

Taehyung buries his face in his hands. "Oh God, the world can barely handle one Jimin let alone two."

Jimin leans against the wall. "No offense, but there's only one person who can do Park Jimin right. Me. I'm that bitch. Also, no one's ass is as big as mine, so that's another plus. Oh, and same with the dick. Massive fucking cock bro, do you wanna see-" 

"Jimin, shut up. Two things: one, I've already seen it, and two, Y/n has a boyfriend. Leave her alone," Tae interjects. 

You slowly turn to gawk at Tae. "I'm sorry, did you just say you've seen it?!" 

"Anyway," Jimin and Tae say at the same time. 

Oh lord, you're living with the biggest dumb dumbs on Earth. Two Italian-Korean dumbasses.

"Can we go to the park now?" Jimin asks as Tae starts to wash the dishes again. 

"Go get ready, Mr. Park," you tease, swinging your bag over your shoulder. "I'm already good to go." 

"Mhm." He goes over to the mudroom and slips on some shoes. "I'll have you know I don't need to dress up to go out. I look good in anything." 

"I literally despise you," you mutter, turning to Tae with a sigh. "You'll be okay here by yourself?" 

He shuts off the sink and meets your concerned gaze with a boxy smile. "Always am. Have a good time out and stay safe for me, okay?" 

"Always do, Kim. Wouldn't want to worry my third favorite person, now would I?" 

"Woah woah, third? I thought I was second!"

"Looks like I finally won," Jimin says with a sly smile.

"Nope, I put myself first. Self-love first, bitches. And of course my second favorite person is that guy who held the door for me one time back in sixth grade. I think his name was Trevor." 

Jimin whines like a baby. "Pain. All I know is pain."

Tae, on the other hand, looks ecstatic. "So I'm above Jungkook?!" 

"Of course. Bros before hoes." 

Jimin huffs. "Jungkook's a—wait a second, where am I on the list?!"

"Lower than Jungkook," you say with a snicker, nudging his shoulder. "Bros before hoes, right Park 'I have a big dick' Jimin?" 

"I hated every word of that sentence," Jimin says with a grunt. 

"Now you know how we feel whenever you mention what's between your legs." 

"You mean that massive thing I call my cock? Yeah, well-" 

"For once, can we please stop talking about dicks? Please?" Tae begs. "I'm not gay, but-" 

"Tae, sweetie, whenever someone starts a sentence with 'I'm not gay, but...,' it means you're gay," you correct. 

"But-" 

"Nope," you interrupt, opening the front door, "let's stop this conversation here, yeah? I'll see you later, Tae Tae. Don't burn the house down, okay?" 

"Not without you in it," he taunts, which causes you to snicker.

You and Jimin wave your goodbyes to Tae, exiting the house. Jimin drags you to the car, taking the driver's side as always. Together, the two of you reach the park in no time and hop out of the vehicle. Jimin holds your hand while strolling down the sidewalk. Within only five minutes, you're at the center of the park with the river in sight.

"So is your dick really that big?" you ask. 

Jimin sighs in disappointment. "Well, so much for a relaxing night." 

"What? It's a serious question."

"For your information, I have a big dick, nice ass, and a tragic past. It's my whole life motto." 

"That's a motto? I think that's more like a biography." 

"Same thing," he dismissively says, but you can hear the amusement in his tone..

The two of you keep going. That is until you see a redhead leaning against the railing. Her ocean-like eyes scan out over the water to take in every detail. You don't think much of it, but Jimin goes completely still. 

"Dude?" you ask, glancing over at him. 

His jaw is practically on the ground. "What the hell's an American doing in South Korea?" he mumbles. 

"How do you know she's American?" 

He shrugs. "An educated guess."

You stare at him, looking at the way he gazes at her. And that's when it hits you. "Oh... my... God! Jimin, you think she's hot, don't you?!" 

"Shh, keep your voice down!" he says in a whisper-yell, placing his finger over your mouth. 

You snicker, looking at the redhead from afar. "She's cute, definitely your type. Let me guess: it's because she has a big ass?" 

"A man never tells his secrets."

You tug on his arm. "Go talk to her!" 

"What, and leave you here? No, of course not. I can't make any connections. Even more so than you."

Well that's depressing.

"No, you're going to talk to her and you're going to talk to her now. How the hell is a twenty-six year old man still single? Especially one as attractive as you? Go get her. If she's the girl of your dreams, she'll travel with you and wait for you." Jimin softly smiles, about to open his mouth to answer, but you interrupt him. "I'll go behind her so you can see me the whole time. How about that?" 

He stomps his little foot. "Dammit, you're more of a Cupid than I thought. Okay... fine. That works."

Without wasting anymore time, you drag Jimin over, parting from him before the woman notices. You go on her other side, far enough away that she isn't suspicious of you. Unfortunately too far to hear their conversation, though. A very flustered Jimin approaches her and fiddles with his fingers. The woman greets him, and the two shake hands.

The five minute conversation passes like a blur, and Jimin leaves with her number. He joins your side again, waving bye to the mysterious redhead. You wave too, offering her a kind smile. 

"I told her you're my sister," he mumbles, holding your hand again. 

"How'd it go? I see you got a number already." 

"Her name's Raven. She's pretty fluent in Korean. Not perfect, but she has a good vocabulary. She seems better at listening than speaking." 

"Good for you then, you talk a lot about your dick." 

"I swear to God," he says in a grunt.

You laugh at him shamelessly, nudging his shoulder. "Oh please, don't act like you're not already falling for her." 

"Shush," he mumbles, his ears turning red. 

"Woah, woah, wait a second," you say, stopping him. He averts his eyes. "Ho-ly shit, I was just joking—are you actually already falling for her?" 

He walks away while saying, "Not a word, L/n. Not a word."

Again, you laugh, rushing after Jimin as quickly as you can. "There's no shame in it, y'know."

He glances up at the sky. "My first girlfriend was definitely something to be ashamed of. She always told me I wasn't good enough, that I needed to do more for her. High school relationships... everyone always expects so much when in reality, at that age we don't know shit about love. People like to think they do, but they don't. You won't know until mid-twenties and even then it's iffy."

Your eyes scan over his face, studying his somber expression. "I take it you're not a fan of relationships?" 

"You questioned how I was single, I guess you can say that's why," he says. His voice sounds tight. Heavy, even. "Love was never my forte, believe it or not. I flirt, laugh, have fun, but at the end of the day, I never really wanted anything other than sex. Even then, I didn't know my sexuality until two years ago." 

That's what makes your eyes pop open. "Really?"

He hums. "For the longest time, I wasn't sure what I was: gay, bi, straight... and so many would tell me 'just be bi, obviously you're attracted to both.' But that's not how it works. It took me a while, and a lot of experimenting, until I came to the conclusion that I'm straight. I always found guys attractive, even Tae and Jungkook, but I realized dating and fucking is more than attraction. It felt... wrong, almost."

Jimin turns to you and continues. "Now here I am, hitting on some redhead I barely know the name of because I'm listening to you of all people." 

"You should, I give great life advice," you say. Seconds later, you sigh. "Min, you're a really great guy. Do you know that?" His silence tells you the answer. You place a hand on his shoulder and squeeze gently. "Can I tell you something?" He turns to you, nodding. This time, you place both hands on his shoulder and meet his eyes. "I love you, Jimin."

His eyes light up with joy, an eye smile breaking out on his face. "I love you too, Y/n," he whispers back. He takes your hands off his shoulders, holding both of them against his chest. "And I hope you know I mean it." 

You smile with him. "I do, Mimi. I do. Thank you for trusting me... for believing in me." 

He places his forehead on yours, softly chuckling. "L/n?" 

"Hm?" you ask in a hum. He lets out a soft breath, and it fills you with warmth.

"I'll always believe in you. Always."