Can I Come Over? | PJM X Reader ??

"Are you sure you don't want to come
with me? You can sit at another table until I'm done talking with Joon," I pitch the idea to Jimin of him coming along with me when I meet Joon at a coffee shop later today. It's Saturday morning now, and we are both currently lounging on his couch in the living room. My feet are resting on his lap as he massages them.

He's so amazing with his hands in all the ways that counts.

"Y/N, I trust you and I know your intentions. We've discussed your game plan. You've practiced with me on what you're going to say and I know you want to do this for yourself. I support you one hundred percent. I don't need to be there to chaperone and keep a watch. Like I said, I trust you." He pats my heel as if to emphasize what he just said.

"I know. I just don't trust Joon. What if he breaks me with his own words?" Joon is masterful with his words which I'm worried could help him stir the conversation to go in his favor and I won't get my point across with him.

"Come here," Jimin tells me and I sit up and move closer to him. He wraps his arms around my waist and our bodies are turned facing each other. He places his forehead on mine and continues to speak, "You've got this, Y/N. Just stand your ground, that's all you need to do. You know what you want, right?"

"I do." I look into his comforting brown orbs, feeling better that Jimin is helping me by talking through my anxiety of meeting up with Joon.

"Then, baby, just speak how you feel," he says, with an encouraging tone.

"I will." I simply say. I think to myself of how I'm grateful for this man by my side.

This conversation with Joon needs to happen and I need to stop prolonging it.

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It's a little past noon, and I'm sitting in the cafe, sipping on my chai latte as I wait for Namjoon to arrive.

I mentally prepare myself with the conversation I'm about to have with Joon. As I'm lost in thought, I hear my name from behind me.

"Y/N," Joon says in a normal register. He settles himself into the seat across from me, setting his cup of coffee in front of him on the table.

"Hi, Joon," I say to him as kindly as possible, while remaining in my seat.

"How are you?" Joon asks me.

"I've been great," I tell him, with strength in my voice.

"That's good to hear, Y/N. I'm really happy to see you. I'm glad you asked to meet up with me." Joon looks at me with hope in his eyes.

"Joon, I asked you to meet because I need to talk to you. It's serious." I look at him with an expression that shows that what we are about to talk about isn't going to be light.

"Oh?" He raises a brow at me.

"I know that you and my brother are best friends. It's inevitable that I'll bump into you once in a while. But, I don't want to have any strong ties with you anymore, myself." I start my spiel.

"What? Y/N, you—" Joon starts to speak but I cut him off.

"Joon, you claim to be falling for me, but I'll never feel that way for you. I always felt used by you. I made myself not care in the past because I had my sexual needs and hated being alone so I'd let you come over or I'd come to you, because you did make me feel good, physically. But, there was never anything beyond that for me, emotionally. You even made it seem like you didn't want anything yourself. And, yes we have history, but I look back, and it was all one-sided. I was always there when you needed a friend to talk to besides Yoongi or Jin. I never felt like a priority to you, ever. I don't know where you got this idea of falling for me because I thought your feelings were always just shallow. If your feelings are true, I'm sorry but I can't reciprocate them when I've never felt truly cared for by you."