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Little do You Know | OT7 | Drabble Fourteen pt. 2
🕑 Added 2023-07-29 18:17:49 +0000 UTC
Pair: Bangtan (ot7) x f!reader
Summary: In a world where idols and actors can’t date, whether it be because of contracts, lack of time, or the dangers that involve having your personal life leaked, the market opened up for a new work field. Playmate Agencies emerged to supply the entertainment world with highly trained companions for hire. Bangtan is looking for new playmates. And you just happen to be the one all of them choose.
Genre: Fluff, angst, smut, playmate au, idol au.
Chapter warnings: Jimin winning first place on Billboard and Baby was there to congratulate him!
WC: 1.4k
You had no idea how Jimin was so dead asleep right now.
The perfect, angelic picture of calm and relaxation. Your boyfriend was laying next to you on his bed, at his apartment, completely passed out as you couldn’t even close your eyes. The man was on his side, turned to face you, mochi cheeks evident with the press of his face against his pillow, pouty lips pink and still a little puffy from the extra spicy noodles he insisted on eating for dinner.
Your phone was stuck to your hand as you scrolled through social media, grasp so firm the back of it felt a little too warm and your hand was a little too sweaty. Not even the warm lamp on your bedside table was able to make your lover stir awake.
When you finished checking all of the updates on your instagram feed, blowing tiny raspberries as you just could not, for the life of you, settle quietly, you locked your phone and looked at the man beside you.
You couldn’t resist pushing his dark hair out of his face, smiling as the caresses made him groan in delight. You loved how soft Jimin was when he was sleepy, or having just woken up. Like Jungkook, he was almost impossible to take out of bed.
His pout only grew and he sighed quietly as you dragged your nails through his scalp. You’ve been dating Jimin and his six brothers, officially, for over a year at this point. And you were still surprised by the ability your heart had to only grow, to keep putting out more and more love for all seven, never having to replace it, misplace it or shift things around to be able to love any of them so unconditionally.
One piece of your heart is currently away, fulfilling their civic duties, filling you with pride and teaching you to live with the feeling of missing him.
The buzzing of your phone in your clammy hand made you jump and almost curse. Slipping out of the bed, as to not wake Jimin up, you accepted the call and rushed out of the room. The device was pressed to your ear, but you didn’t say anything before softly closing the door of the bedroom behind you.
“Sejin-nim?”
“Hey, Yn. Sorry about the hour. Did I wake you?” the manager sounded as anxious as you felt.
“Couldn’t sleep, it’s fine!” you rushed, trying to get him to the point. “Is it out?”
“Oh, it’s out alright.” the man wheezed on the other side and you dropped to the couch, the many colorful flowers in a corner reminding you of Hoseok. “He did it.”
Your hand covered your mouth to cover the beginning of a squeal as you asked: “Which position?”
“Are you sitting down?” he laughed, and right then you knew it was top ten. “Jimin is number one on Billboard charts.”
“Holy fuck!”
Tears instantly filled your eyes as your soul was beaming with pride. You knew first hand how Jimin worked hard on his solo album, how he always beat himself up for not having as many solo songs as his members, scared of letting ARMY down, terrified about showing them a side of him he hadn’t before.
But all of his hard work paid off.
“He’s the first Korean soloist to ever top it.” Sejin continued and when you still didn’t find your voice, he continued: “Yn? Are you okay? Should I send Namjoon over?”
You shook your head as if the man on the other side of the line could see it. As much as you would love for your boyfriend to come upstairs to see you and celebrate with Jimin, Namjoon was most likely sleeping, too.
“I’m fine, just… Gotta wake Jiminie.”
“Yeah, okay, we’ll talk to him tomorrow.” the manager agreed easily. “Tell him congrats for me, okay?”
Again, you only nodded and huffed, making Sejin laugh on the other side, before saying his goodbyes and hanging up. You were shaking a little, heart beating so fucking fast you needed to calm down greatly before waking Jimin up, lest you give him a heart attack.
Before going to the bedroom, you stopped by the small, narrow kitchen of the apartment, almost climbing into the wide fridge in order to reach the small box you had stashed away earlier in the day. Hiding it from Jimin, ever the curious one, was a little tricky, as he could tell it was a cake box. You distracted him by explaining it was the cake for one of your staff that was having a birthday, and you were supposed to bring it into work tomorrow.
With the cake box in one hand, and your buzzing phone in the other, you slowly walked into Jimin’s bedroom, finding the man in the exact same position as before. You placed the box on top of the night stand and dropped your phone on the bed, slipping under the covers in order to snuggle into your boyfriend.
“Minie.” you whispered, peppering kisses under his jaw, arms gently wrapping around him. “Darling.” more kisses were placed against his skin and you felt him stir and sigh as if fighting sleep. “My love.” you continued, hands moving up and down his naked back, kissing at his collarbones.
“Mhmm.” he groaned, arms reaching out to hold you, too. His voice was scratchy from lack of use as he said: “If you’re trying to start something, it’s working, doll.”
“For once, I’m not.” you giggle and he was pouting when you looked at his face. “Don’t give me that, I actually have news.”
“Yeah?” his legs stretched and his arms squeezed you as he groaned again, from the heavy bones laden with sleep.
“I got the results.”
Jimin stilled completely in your arms, eyes wide and completely awake as he regarded you. His lips parted and he asked:
“Results? Shit, baby, are you pregnant?!”
“What–” you choked on air, shaking your head vehemently, making him frown and pout. “No, not that kind of result– I didn’t even take a test! I–, okay this is a mess. The Billboard results, Minie! You got number one!”
“I did what?!” he gasped, sitting up so fast he might have grown a little dizzy. “You’re not serious–”
“I am! Sejin just called!” you chirped, sitting up straight and picking up your phone from where it got tangled on the bedsheets.
Unsurprisingly, the group chat with the boys was already blowing up with links and messages congratulating your boyfriend on his amazing deed. You let him read it all, let him Naver-search it for himself, let him open Weverse on your phone so he could see all of the nice messages ARMY were writing about him.
You watched him through wet eyes, as the emotions swirled around on his own. From confusion, to incredulity, until it finally started sinking in.
You knew that none of the boys really hoped, much less expected the industry to really value them for their artistry, especially not the American music scene. But you also knew it must feel so good, to have his hard work recognized like this.
“Fuck, I didn’t want to cry.” Jimin sounded choked up as he let your phone rest beside him. “Come here, baby.”
“I’m so proud of you, Minie.” you smiled from cheek to cheek, snuggling into his arms and sitting between his legs as his arms wrapped around you. “You did soooooo well. I knew you would.”
“Mhm, this isn’t just my accomplishment. It’s yours, too.”
A snort escaped you as you heard him, shaking your head, about to deny it or call him insane, when you did absolutely nothing. Seeing your refusal coming, Jimin pressed his mouth to yours to shut you up and you melted.
“Yes it is.” he repeated and kept going. “Like Crazy is about you. You were there when I was recording it, you were the one to keep me sane. You were in the music video, too.”
“Okay, so I had a tiny hand on one percent of it.” you squinted at him, not convinced, but not trying to argue with him either. “The other nine-nine percent–”
“Is split between the other producers and–”
It was your turn to shut him up with a kiss, making him smile against your lips. “It’s you, Minie. You did it.”
“Yeah, okay.” he smiled softly, pecking your lips. “But you still feel like my biggest accomplishment.”
“Oh my god.” you groaned and giggled, rolling your eyes at his cheesiness. “Okay, we’re having cake now! Do you want to eat it before or after going live to thank your millions of fans?”
Comments
King Arthur’s Cat
Love this❣️❣️❣️ I was just discovering Kpop and BTS when Jimin earned this, so it’s really fun to read about it here. 🥰
