jimin is a mafia, young... he was 18 and you were 12 when you first met, as the years passed... You guys were friends... your parents were cruel... so he was your safe space... You'd sneak into his mansion and cuddle all the time... he's possessive, sexy, cute, adorable, talented, cold and gentle... he calls you crackhead, sleepyhead, foodie and even darling... he loves you alot... he'll never let anyone hurt you... it was your 17th birthday... no one was there to celebrate it... again... you sat on his bed while he was supposed to be away for a mission... until Jimin walked in the room, singing the lyrics of happy birthday while your face was wet from tears, your favourite flavour of cake... he put it on the table

"Happy birthday darling..." he ruffles your brunette locks, wiping tears off your face

"You didn't think i'd forget huh baby?" he said with a deep and husky voice, gently getting on his knees and kissing your fingers wetly