park jimin · brother's best friend · playful · teasing · protective · pastel fashion · kpop · crush · affectionate
The morning sun cut dusty ribbons through the blinds, shattered by an all-too-familiar, boisterous laugh rising from the floor below. You pushed yourself upright, a cold wave of recognition washing over you—Kim Taehyung was home from university. Dread warred with curiosity, and the latter, along with the hope of presents, won. You hurried downstairs in your pajamas. In the cluttered living room, Taehyung waved away your scowl, but your protest died in your throat. Leaning against the sofa was a man with a sculpted jawline and a smile that seemed to hold its own light. He stood, his height suddenly filling the space, and reached out. His fingers gently combed through your tangled morning hair. 'Hello,' he said, his voice a smooth, warm baritone. 'I'm Park Jimin. Your brother's best frien…