#bts jimin imagine
언젠가 업보가 그를 찾아올 것이다. Someday karma will come for him.
Description: Anxiously waiting for the proposal decision from your workplace, you go and visit Jimin in the practice studio, hoping to take your mind off of the impending decision. But a phone call in the middle of their practice crushes your soul. And the following phone call does nothing to help it. But Jimin decides to say something about it.
Warnings: Swearing, some verbal workplace bullying
Genre: Angst, Fluff, Idol!Jimin x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 2k
“Heyyyy!” Jimin greets me happily as I walk into the practice room.
“Hello, there.” I smile and open my arms just before he barrels into me.
“Hey, (y/n).” Jungkook waves a hand at me and the others give me smiles and waves as well.
I wave back with Jimin still holding onto me. “Hey guys.”
“Did you get done with the proposal?” Jimin asks, pulling back but keeping his hands on my shoulders.
I nod, my body still buzzing with nervousness. “I don’t know if we’ll get it though.” I sigh.
“Why not?” Jimin tilts his head to the side, “You worked so hard on it. i’m pretty sure that kind of hard work will get picked.”
“The other proposal is made by Ashton, the CEO’s son.” I shrug and my shoulders want to cower away from the thoughts that flood my mind.
“What does that matter?” He wonders and pulls me out of the way of the door.
“He, uh, has often pulled strings for his son.” I scratch the surface of the real reason.
“What does that mean?” He asks in a low voice, keeping the conversation from curious ears.
“It’s nothing.” I smile at him, wanting to keep my more serious work troubles away from him.
“No, I want to know.” He pushes with concerned eyes, “Is he hurting you?”
I hesitate before shaking my head, “Not physically.” I sigh, “He just makes it a point to berate me and my team, and degrade our work.”
“That little shit.” Jimin says through gritted teeth.
“It’s fine, Jimin.” I reassure him, “My manager told me that our proposal is really good and all the other department managers like my proposal better, so I shouldn’t worry. But I do.”
“You’re nervous. That makes sense. You worked for weeks on this.” Jimin nods, “I mean, if the managers are all on board with your proposal then maybe that little shit will be put in his place. When do they decide?”
“They’re having the meeting today but I don’t know when they’ll inform us of the decision.” I tell him with an attempt at a reassured smile.
“You’ll let me know the outcome?” He asks, “I want to celebrate with you when they choose your proposal.”
My smile changes to cover up my doubt and, from what I can see, Jimin buys it. “For sure.”
He smiles and gives me a cheeky smile. “Good.” He presses a soft kiss to my cheek.
Jin claps his hands loudly at us and Jimin whips around, “Yes?” He drags out the word dramatically.
“Chop, chop. I have dance moves to learn.” Jin says and puts his hands on his hips, giving back the sass that Jimin gave him.
I grab Jimin’s hand and drag him over to where the other guys are standing together. “Here he is.” I tell them with a playful smile, and then I turn to him, “I’m going to be watching you for mistakes.”
“Oh, I’m so scared.” He rolls his eyes and shakes his hands out by his face. I shove his shoulder with a laugh.
“Then you better do well.” I stick out my tongue at him before sitting down against the mirror.
Crossing my legs in front of me, I watch their rehearsals with most of my attention on them. The rest of my attention feels for any notification on my phone that my hands grip tightly.
I normally would enjoy BTS’s rehearsals but today, I’m just too nervous and anxious to thoroughly enjoy it. Just as my team and I were finishing our day, Ashton decided to shout across the whole floor and berate us. Specifically our chances that our proposal would be chosen. He shouted that we had just wasted countless hours, created garbage, and that we should be embarrassed that we submitted the proposal to the board.
The whole thing just put me in a constant nervous state. My body feels like a electricity current is running through my whole body, buzzing like I just finished an hour long ride on one of those old metal scooters over bumpy black tar.
After twenty minutes of watching the boys dance, pause, talk through, learn, and then start dancing again, my phone starts to vibrate with a call and I literally jump to my feet. Seeing my manager’s name on my screen, I quickly catch Jimin’s gaze and motion that I’m going into the hallway. Not waiting for his response, I open the door and shut it before answering the call.
“Hey, Lisa.” I breathe out, my heart pounding in my head as I walk down the hall, away from the practice room. “What’s up?” I ask, leaning back against the wall.
“Hey, (y/n).” Lisa says with a heavy sigh and my heart drops below the basement floors of the building. “The meeting just ending and they made a decision.” She says.
“Not good?” I ask trying to lessen the blow.
“I’m sorry.” She sighs again, “The CEO overruled all the board members and chose Ashton’s proposal.”
My eyes close in disappointment and my shoulders sag under the weight of Lisa’s words.
“But you should know that all the board members voted for your proposal over Ashton’s.” Lisa continues talking when I don’t say a word, “You and your team did such good work and you should be proud of that.”
“Yeah, I, uh, yeah. Thanks for letting me know, Lisa.” I tell her, wanting to get off of this phone call as soon as possible.
“An email’s being sent out to your team so you won’t have to tell them.” She informs me, “I’m sorry, (y/n).”
“Thanks, Lisa.” I thank her and then hang up.
A cry hiccups through my chest and I bend my knees to sit on my heels with my back still pressed against the wall. I squeeze my eyes tighter and will myself not to cry. Not here. Not now.
I really thought we were going to be chosen. My whole team worked so hard. They’re going to be crushed when they read that email.
Groaning, I let my head fall forward and my arms rest on my knees, phone still clutched in my hand. I sigh heavily and a wave of anger for the CEO washes over me.
How could he choose his son over a really good proposal? The entire board voted for ours but he chose his son.
My phone starts to ring with another call. Thinking it’s one of my team members, I answer it without looking at the caller ID.
“Hello?” I answer the call, keeping as much disappointment out of my voice as possible.
“HA!” A male voice shouts on the other end of the line and I recognize the mocking tone immediately: Ashton.
My jaw involuntarily clenches in anger.
“I TOLD YOU I’D WIN OVER YOU.” Ashton says with a cocky edge to his voice, “MY PROPOSAL IS SO MUCH BETTER THAN YOURS. AND I DIDN’T EVEN PUT IN AS MUCH WORK. HA. HA. HA.”
Running a hand slowly through my hair, I slowly pull the phone away from my ear as tears line my closed eyes. Even though my phone is away from my ear, I can still hear Ashton’s voice.
“I knew you weren’t that good at your job.” He cackles, “You weren’t ever good but this is just proof. And it shows that your ideas are trash. That team of yours can’t even tell you how bad your ideas are. You really must be a shitty leader.”
The first tear falls and lands on my pant leg, creating a single dark spot.
“Unless, the proposal ideas came from them and you were too dumb to see how awful they were.” Ashton continues, “That’s gotta be it! You’re just dumb!”
Just a sob pushes past my lips, the phone is yanked out of my hand. I look up as Jimin turns the call on speaker and talks back to Ashton. I can feel the anger rolling off of his shoulders.
“Hi, who is this?” He asks, his voice dangerously low.
“Uh… isn’t this (y/n)’s number?” Ashton repeats the question, unsure of himself.
“I don’t know a (y/n). But you sound like a shitty person.” Jimin lies through gritted teeth. “What kind of self absorbed, sad, 10-year-old man are you? You really think that you’re being cool by calling someone dumb? Or their team members? Where the hell is your humility? Where the hell is your humanity?” He scoffs, “Oh, no, I got it, you must not have a brain.” He says before quickly ending the call.
A few more tears managed to slip down my cheeks but I’m too stunned at Jimin’s outburst to wipe them away. Jimin tucks my phone in his back pocket and turns to face me after exhaling. Noticing my tears, he quickly knees down next to me and wipes them away.
“Hey.” He almost whispers with a small comforting smile.
“I can’t believe that lame excuse for a man is the CEO’s son.” He says before wrapping me up in a hug. “Don’t listen to him. He speaks lies. You and your team are so smart. You worked so hard on that proposal and you should be nothing but proud about your work.”
I sniffle at his words and a few tears fall.
“You will keep your head high and not let that man’s words make you doubt yourself.” Jimin continues, rubbing a hand on my back. “Every word he said was false. Every single word. Someday karma will come for him. And I hope to god that you’re there when it strikes him down.”
I pull back with a choked laugh, “I don’t think I want to be around for that.” I tell him.
His hands rest on my cheeks and his thumbs brush away the fallen tears. “Either way, I still hope that karma takes him down in the cruelest of ways.”
Jimin smiles warmly at me, “You did so good. And I’m so proud of you.” He says and my heart swells. “So, so proud of you.”
I return his smile and take a deep breath. “Thank you.” I whisper.
“I’m always proud of you.” He states before leaning in to softly kiss my lips.
After resting my forehead against his for a second, I pull back and ask, “How much did you hear?”
“I heard enough.” He shrugs but I can hear just how much anger is laced in his voice.
“You heard it all.” I correct him and shake my head, looking down to my lap.
“Hey.” Jimin says and uses his finger to lift my chin back up, “Head high. You did really good work. Be proud of that.”
I nod, determined to make myself see that and believe it. “I did good work. My team did good work.”
“Exactly.” He encourages me.
I pull him in for a hug and rest my cheek on his shoulder, “Thank you, Jimin.”
“No need to thank me, dear.” He pats my back, “I will always do what is necessary.”
“Even if it means lying about who’s phone you’re answering?” I ask, releasing him from my embrace.
He chuckles and I love the sound. “I would pretend to be anyone to anyone who is bringing you down.”
“Noted.” I say with a genuine smile.
“If you’re up for it, we’re all going out to dinner tonight, if you want to join.” Jimin offers and stands up with a hand extended to help me up, “Oh, and Jungkook said he’s paying.”
I raise an eyebrow at him, “Did he say it or…?”
Jimin sighs, having been caught, “He lost a game so now he’s gotta pay up.”
“You guys are awful.” I shake my head at him.
“But you’re going to come, aren’t you?” He guess with a knowing look.
I slap my hand into his and smirk, “Hell yeah I’m going.”
Jimin pulls me up and wraps an arm around my waist protectively.
“Should we tell the guys so we can go show this Ashton jerk a lesson?” He whispers as we walk back down towards the practice room.
I slap his chest with a laugh, “What happened to waiting for karma?”
“Just offering to speed up the process.” He laughs.
