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Wrapped Around; pt.5

Jimin x Reader x Tae // College!AU // 12.6k words

Summary: Freshman year was a mess and sophomore year doesn’t seem to be looking too good either. You know boys like them are no good for you but maybe they’re just your kind of type

Genre: Fluff, Angst

A/N: weow 1 month later here is part 5!! thank you for your patience ya dumplings (’:

Previously…

Tae was right, he warned you to watch yourself around him and you felt so dumb, so hurt that you had let yourself become one of those girls. You had sworn that you wouldn’t let Jimin get to you but here you were sitting in your bed feeling as broken as all the other girls that had slept with the player that was Park Jimin. Stupid, stupid you.

Glancing at the time on your phone, you pick up the pace of your steps. Your cousin had given you 10 minutes to get to the restaurant before he makes you buy your own meal. The cold winter air bites at your skin as you sprint towards the entrance of the diner, hoping and praying that the heater had been turned on to its highest setting in there. You were so cold that you were sure your fingers were going to fall off at any point now but damn it you’d do anything for free food.

Stepping into the diner, you let out a sigh of relief at the wave of warm air that hits you. Honestly, how can anyone enjoy winter when it’s so horridly cold? You shrug off your hood, eyes scanning the establishment as you look for your cousin.

“Y/N!”

Damn.

“Mina,” You smile stiffly as you watch her drape her coat over the back of her chair.

“You made it!” She beams and you hesitate for a while before walking over to take a seat next to your cousin who only looks at you in shock. “I told you she would!” She exclaims, turning to your cousin who now had his head in his hands.

“Crap, I can’t believe you actually got here in time,” Your cousin groans as he pulls out his wallet to count the number of bills he had. “Remind me to never underestimate your will when it comes to getting free food.”

“I told you not to bet against me, didn’t I?” You laugh, trying your best to cover the look of disdain as you sit across Mina, envy running through your veins at the mere sight of her.

“Whatever,” Your cousin huffs, dismissing you with a wave of his hand before he turns to Mina. “What’re you doing here so late anyway?” He asks.

“Well I could ask the same,” She quips.

“We had a busy night so we got up pretty late.”

“Huh, what a coincidence… Me too,” She smirks and you let your fingernails dig into your palm, wishing nothing more than to wipe that smirk off her face.

Your eyes scan the menu, choosing to stay silent as you do so and you genuinely hope that Mina can’t tell that you were groaning internally at the thought of having to eat lunch with her. For the first time, you’re honestly thankful for your cousin’s ability to talk for days on end, his stories keeping Mina pre-occupied as you device a plan to get out of this situation.

You rest your cheek on the palm of your hand after letting the waitress take your order, your mind slowly drifting off to numerous other thoughts, anything to distract yourself from replaying the memory of a haphazard looking Jimin skipping out of Mina’s house.

“So, what happened last night? Your aunt, is she okay?”

There’s a long silence before you realize that Mina is staring at you, waiting for an answer and you blink your eyes, still in a slight daze while your cousin shakes his head at you disapprovingly. “She’s still half asleep,” He laughs.

“Yeah, she had an allergic reaction to the crawfish,” Your cousin finally answers. “But it’s nothing too serious, she’s fine now,” He smiles and Mina nods her head quietly.

The three of you exchange passive glances, a slightly awkward silence hanging in the air now and you panic a little because the other two must’ve noticed by now that you’ve been awfully quiet today. You glance back at the kitchen, silently hoping that the food would be served soon so you had an excuse for not wanting to speak. You stare longingly at the entrance of the kitchen but when there’s no movement, you turn back towards the table only to find Mina looking at you expectantly. You know she wants you to ask her about her night but you honestly didn’t want to hear about any of it. She beams at you, her beady eyes lit up with excitement and you relent because you didn’t want her to grow suspicious. Taking a deep breath, you ask the question in the most upbeat tone you can muster.

“How was the rest of the ball?”

“It was so fun!” She squeals. “Jimin and I danced all night and then we went back to my place,” She giggles sheepishly as she unwraps the scarf that was hanging around her neck.

You spot the hickey right away and you guess that was Mina’s intention because she smirks at you when your eyes finally meet hers. Your blood boils at the sight and you clench your fists slightly under the table and you know she’s waiting for you, waiting for you to ask her how she got it but no, this time you won’t give in.

“And then what happened?” Your cousin questions, eyes fixed on the mark on her neck.

Goddamn it. Why did he have to ask?

“Then he went down on me and we did the dirty deed. All. Night. Long,” She winks, punctuating the latter part of her sentence with a small pause between each word for dramatic effect. “I’m surprised the both of you didn’t hear us,” She smirks and you couldn’t help but let out a light laugh at the expression on your cousin’s face.

“Well I sure as hell am glad that I didn’t,” He scoffs.

Me too, cousin, me too.

Mina goes on and on about every detail of the night, starting from the ball and the flirty whispers that they had shared, to the way he undressed her. You were on the brink of grabbing the menu to hit her on the side of her head to make her stop but you only look at her wistfully because you’ve seen this one too many times. She reminded you of all the girls back on campus who were enamored with Jimin and you laugh internally because you guess both you and Mina are now members of that club too.

More than that, you’re laughing because she reminds you of yourself. You want to tell her that she shouldn’t get her hopes up, that he was going to leave her high and dry but the genuine happiness on her face keeps you from saying anything. So, you listen, listen to her talk about how his lips felt on hers, how his hands roamed her body and you tried your best to block out the mental image of him doing the very same thing to you justa few weeks ago. You tried your best to ignore the sharp pain that sat in the middle of your chest when you remember what it felt like to wake up with his arms wrapped around your middle but no matter how hard you tried, you just couldn’t get rid of the image of his stupid bed head hair and his stupid smile.

In an attempt to calm yourself down, you glance at your phone to reply a few texts and though you weren’t paying full attention to Mina’s story, you hear just enough of it to fully register that you hate Park Jimin. You hate him with every single fibre of your being.

“I can’t believe Y/N came for the ball especially after the whole speech she gave about how much she hated events like that,” Hoseok chuckles.

“Right? And she even brought a date who was quite the asshole to be honest,” Jimin huffs.

“What’d he do?”

“He called me Jumin,” He frowns and Hoseok rolls his eyes at him. “I mean honestly, he just had that vibe to him, you know? He struts around the room as if he owns the place,” He huffs, trying his best to defend himself. Dickbag, Jimin whispers under his breath.

“Geez, someone’s a hater,” Hoseok laughs.

“Whatever, like who is he anyway? All the girls were drooling over him and I don’t even know why,” He scoffs, tone laced with jealousy. “He wasn’t even that good looking.”

A light bell rings, the front door to restaurant swings open and Taehyung runs over as he dodges the peanuts that Hoseok is throwing at him. Both Jimin and Hoseok scowl at him as he smiles apologetically and takes a seat at the booth.

“Finally!” Hoseok exclaims. “We’ve been waiting for you for 20 minutes,” He groans as he calls the waiter over.

“Sorry,” He grins bashfully. “What’s with him?” Taehyung questions, pointing at Jimin who was staring off into the distance.

“Jimin was just bitching about the guy Y/N brought to the ball last night,” Hoseok chuckles. “Apparently, he’s a dickbag.”

“What’d he do?”

“Called him Jumin,” Hoseok tries to say with a straight face but his lips betray him.

“My God, how terrible, truly scum of the earth,” Taehyung drawls sarcastically to which Jimin replies with a playful shove.

“From what I hear, he’s actually a nice guy,” Taehyung shrugs.

“And who told you that?” Jimin asks.

“Y/N.”

“Of course, she did. He’s her fucking boyfriend.”

“Boyfriend? Where did you get that from?” Taehyung laughs. “He’s her cousin.”

Wait what? Fuck.

“He’s her c-cousin?” Jimin repeats.

“Remember she said she was staying here with her aunt?”

“Yeah, but she didn’t mention anything about a cousin…”

“Maybe not to you,” Taehyung smiles as he lifts his eyebrows.

“No way, I don’t believe you,” Jimin snorts. “They were slow dancing in the middle of an almost empty dancefloor and she absolutely hates slow dancing.”

You had mentioned it to him with a brief chuckle once one night with your head gently placed on his chest while your arm rested at the curve of his waist. Your voice barely a whisper when you told him about how your prom date in your second last year of high school had made a comment about your sweaty palms and your two left feet that fateful prom night and ever since then you never wanted to ever slow dance with anyone again. Jimin remembers laughing uncontrollably, you scowling at him as you threatened to kick him out of the bed but between laughs, all he could think about was what he’d give to slow dance with your adorable self.

You don’t just do things you hate for anyone. You were incredibly stubborn like that. That guy had to be your boyfriend. He just had to be or else it would mean that Jimin had screwed up big time.

Taehyung sighs as he opens up his conversation with you and hands his phone over to Jimin.

[12:01] Taehyung: “I hate events where you have to dress up and come with a date,” said Y/N

[12:01] Taehyung: Then that same Y/N actually comes to the ball with a DATE(?!!) and doesn’t even bother to drop by and say hi before she leaves?

[12:01] Taehyung: Can you believe that??? She’s actually such a dick?

[3:28] You: …

[3:28] You: who’s Y/N?

[3:28] You: who’s this?

[12:01] Taehyung: don’t even try

[12:01] Taehyung: you’re not getting out of this one

[3:28] You: ☹

[3:28] You: okay first of all, I really didn’t want to go but my aunt forced me to go

[3:28] You: and my DATE(?!!) was just my cousin so please calm tf down

[3:28] You: he’s a really nice guy. y’all should meet him sometime.

[3:28] You: and yeah I had to leave because my aunt had an emergency.

[3:28] You: are you going to hold that against me? hmm??

[12:01] Taehyung: oh crap. wait what emergency?

[12:01] Taehyung: Is she okay?

“Believe me now?”

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.

Jimin doesn’t answer, his lips pressed tightly together in a straight line as he moved to type a text on his phone. Now everything made sense. You only showed up last minute because you were forced to go. You knew your date’s mum because she was your aunt… But could he really be blamed for thinking he was your boyfriend? He wasn’t the only one… He heard the whispers of those around the room, cursing you for being able to land the man they had been pining for as your date while he wondered how on earth he’d lost you to some stranger. He felt like a world class idiot. Making up wild stories in his head about you and your date while you were probably worrying about your aunt alongside your date who was your… cousin… But it was an understandable misunderstanding, wasn’t it? You’d forgive him, wouldn’t you?

[12:01] Jimin: hey nerd

[12:01] Jimin: did you and your family get back home okay last night?

[12:01] Jimin: is your aunt alright?

Jimin drifts in and out of the conversation as he mindlessly stuffs food in his mouth. He just couldn’t help but feel like an asshole as he played back the night in his mind. He remembers how he had purposely let his hand linger on Mina’s waist, how he had stared at her lovingly. It was all in an attempt to make you jealous, to show you that he didn’t need you. Then, he spent his night with Mina in order to forget about you because he thought that if you could toss him away just like that then he could do the same to you. Shit. It’s fine, he tells himself. It’s fine.

*Ding*

The alert tone brings Jimin back to reality and he quickly looks at his screen, his thumbs already hovering to send a reply. Except, it isn’t his phone. He glimpses over to see Taehyung smiling at his phone happily typing away his reply to you.

“Ah, Y/N said her aunt had an allergic reaction to the food last night.”

Jimin opens up his conversation with you. Maybe his messages didn’t go through?

[12:01] Jimin: taehyung said your aunt had an allergic reaction to the food at the ball

[12:01] Jimin: was it a severe reaction?

[12:01] Jimin: is she okay now?

The continuous dings from Taehyung’s phone only made Jimin sulk more and more. Why weren’t you replying him? You can’t be mad at him about Mina… All he did at the ball was hold her by the waist. Surely, you weren’t that easily ticked off, right? You can’t possibly know what had happened between him and Mina last night… She had promised that she would only talk about it to those who had been on her case, always asking when she was finally going to get laid and you’re definitely not in that category, or at least he thinks you aren’t.

Maybe he had done something wrong or maybe you were upset with him because he said yes to going to the ball with Mina? But then again you could be mad at him for a dozen other things and he wouldn’t even know. You were so difficult to decipher because you had a habit of bottling up your feelings and Jimin always had to coax them out of you. Jimin sighs and clicks the lock button on his phone. Perhaps, he should just give you some space. Tomorrow was movie day anyway and maybe he’d be able to talk to you after the other two boys leave the theatre. That is if you wanted to talk to him at all… or maybe, just maybe you weren’t mad at him and he was just overthinking everything? God, he hated this. Having a genuine crush on someone is so stressful, he groans internally.

Movie day. You never miss the thrice a week allotted movie days that the 4 of you have and here on the 2nd one, you don’t show up again.

Oh, she just has some errands to run, is what Taehyung says whenever Jimin asks why you hadn’t showed up to any of the outings. Errands, my ass. You were on holiday, living in your aunt’s house. What kind of errands did you have to run? He was beginning to worry that you were trying to avoid him. Instead of texting this time, he calls you but that goes to voicemail…

As a last-ditch effort, he goes through your social media, hoping that you would leave a clue as to why you were ignoring him, he was searching for anything, something, but there are just pictures of you together with your cousin and Mina. He lets out a sarcastic laugh. It just seemed odd to see the three of you within one frame. The two people standing beside you are the very same two people that had gotten him in this situation… Not that it was their fault, it was completely his but looking at the picture seemed like the universe was taunting him, as if the universe was trying to tell him, look at what a huge idiot you are.

He scrolls down a little further and he sees a picture that Tae had tagged you in, a group picture of you grabbing brunch with Taehyung and Hoseok. What the hell. He grips the phone so hard his knuckles begin to turn white. The picture was taken just yesterday, on a Tuesday, a day you knew that Jimin reserved as the day to visit the gym in order to keep his rowing training in check. He swipes right to see another picture, taken on the same day, one where Taehyung had one arm slung around Hoseok’s shoulder and the other around your waist.

What…

Tuesday was the day all 4 of you had somehow decided that would be used to do other things, it was sort of a silent agreement that Tuesday was off limits for group hangouts because Jimin hated being left out. Yet, here the three of you were, munching on scones on a Tuesday, without Jimin. He felt betrayed, hurt even and he shouldn’t be because hell, he wasn’t 12 anymore… If this had happened last week or the week before, he would’ve been annoyed at most but with how things were between you and him at the moment, he couldn’t help but feel a huge pang of pain in his chest. Not to mention, the huge smile you wore on your face while you stood next to Taehyung… but that was irrelevant. He gives you the benefit of the doubt because maybe you really were busy running errands and Tuesday was the only day you had some free time. He couldn’t hold that against you, could he?

You invite Taehyung and Hoseok out to a last minute brunch on Tuesday. A strategic decision on your part because you didn’t want to see Jimin but you didn’t want it to be too obvious. In a quiet little café away from the main street of town, the three of you meet up and chat about the oh so scandalous night of the ball over scones and eggs benedicts. Through the brunch, you realized you had been so preoccupied with yourself and your feelings that you hadn’t even noticed that Hoseok had totally fallen head over heels for the girl he had attended the ball with. She never really stood out to you until Taehyung points her out in all the pictures of the parties the four of you had been to over the past 2 weeks and you suddenly feel so horrible. No wonder the boy was always on his phone half the time when all of you were hanging out. Hoseok seemed so adorable as he gushed about her in short, quiet sentences but you were absolutely delighted for him, glad that he’d finally found someone for himself.

When the table finally falls silent, you quickly ask Taehyung about his night and his answer is less than stellar, describing the night as just ‘meh’. You quickly throw out any topic that comes to your mind because you catch Taehyung’s glance and you know that he knows something is up between you and Jimin but before he can say anything, Hoseok takes the bait and carries the conversation forward, not giving Taehyung a chance to ask the question that was burning at the back of his mind. You smile to yourself and Tae side-eyes you but you pretend you don’t see it, letting yourself become completely absorbed in the story Hoseok was telling.

The conversation moves onto the usual banter and you’re reminded of just how much you love spending time with them, so much so that being apart for 3 days almost felt like too long. It’s a shame that you let your feelings for Jimin take this all away from you. In fact, you’re not so sure why you’re this upset with Jimin. It’s not like you didn’t see this coming. After all, you have seen the way he operates, you knew how he was like, how he just couldn’t seem to keep it in his pants and yet somehow your mind had seemed to have forgotten all of that just because he kissed your cheek and held your hand in the theatre. God, you were a sucker for simple intimate gestures. For all you know, he did that with just about every other girl too. For all you know, he was just trying to butter you up for round three but you were starting to become just a little too much work for a quick fuck and so, he abandoned you for Mina. Was it a dick move? Yeah… but it’s not like the two of you were officially dating so you can’t technically hold all of this against him. Boys, you sigh. They always made life a little too complicated for your liking.

The three of you had just about finished your respective meals when a call from his girl has Hoseok getting up to leave faster than you have ever seen him move in his entire life. Both you and Taehyung are left there sitting, stunned at the fact that he had quite literally just ditched the both of you for a girl.

“What happened to bros before hoes?” Taehyung shouts.

“She’s not a hoe,” Hoseok winks as he throws down enough bills for the meal before dashing out of sight.

Between giggles, you rise to your feet collecting the bills to take them over to the counter to pay for the bill.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Taehyung clicks his tongue. “You might’ve fooled Hoseok with your ‘I’ve just been really busy lately’ but I know you Y/N and I know when you’re lying.”

“I don’t know what you’re on about,” You mumble as you stack the bills together.

“Sit,” Taehyung demands. “Please,” He adds with a smile but you only smile back, ignoring him as you pull out your wallet to add in your half of the meal.

“I’ll pay for half of your meal,” He offers, a smile dancing on his lips because the way you quirk your eyebrow at him tells him he had said just the right thing to make you stay. You slowly lower yourself back onto your chair and flash him the largest smile as you return a few bills into its rightful place, back into your wallet. You know what he was going to ask you and you didn’t necessarily want to talk about it but this meal turned out to be slightly more expensive than you thought it would’ve been and your broke college ass would do anything to save a few bucks.

“What’s going on between you and Jimin?”

“I don’t know,” You sigh. T’was true, you really don’t know what exactly is going on between the both of you.

��Why are you ignoring him?”

“I’m not, I’m just busy,” You shrug.

Taehyung simply rolls his eyes at you. You were a terrible liar. You were looking everywhere but his face, your fingers playing nervously with the hem of the table cloth.

“Doing what?”

“You know… stuff.”

“So you’re too busy to reply to his texts but have no problem replying to mine and Hoseok’s?”

“Oh, that… must’ve slipped my mind, you know?”

“Sure,” He drawls sarcastically. “So you’re not trying to avoid him?”

“Nope.”

“So what you’re saying is we’re not here in this restaurant, that just so happened to be on the other side of town, far away from the gym that you know Jimin would be at today.”

You lick the corners of your lips nervously, trying hard not to cave but damn it, Taehyung had you all figured out.

“What? Of course not,” You answer. “T-This place had a pretty decent rating on Yelp. It’s the sole reason I chose this restaurant.”

“None of the restaurants in this town are listed on Yelp, city girl,” He teases.

Shit.

“Well…”

“You really have to work on your lying skills, Y/N,” He laughs, patting you on the head. “So tell me, does it have to do with Mina? Thought lover boy only had eyes for you?”

You knew Taehyung knew that you and Jimin had something brewing between the both of you, often sending disapproving looks when Jimin wasn’t looking but you had guessed, he was just being jealous.

“Go on, say it, I know you’ve been waiting to,” You sigh, resting your chin on your palm.

“I told you so,” He huffs. “I told your ass to watch your back around him and what do you do? You fall for all of his tricks,” He sighs, shaking his head at you. “You stayed back and watched another movie with him when I left the cinema early the other day didn’t you?”

You nod, exhaling deeply through your nose.

“He probably chose either a horror movie or a rom com.”

“Rom com,” You mumble.

“Let me guess, the 2 seats… back row, but not the corners. That would’ve made it too obvious,” He grins.

“Yeah, the seats just off the centre of the back row,” You sigh.

“Kissed you when the main characters were kissing?”

“Yeah… okay yeah, I get it,” You groan. “He played me like all the other girls. What’s your point?”

“That I would’ve treated you better,” He smiles wistfully.

“Please,” You scoff. “The both of you use the same playbook to pick up chicks. How are you any better?”

“Need I remind you that I had a girlfriend last semester? At least I’m capable of a relationship!”

“Oh yeah your relationship of what? Two weeks?” You laugh.

“And a half. Two weeks and a half,” He defends, his voice small and sad. It almost makes you stop to giving him a comforting hug but the smirk on his face wipes that thought off your mind.

“Boy, those 3-4 days sure make a huge difference.”

“They do, alright? Relationships are hard work,” He groans.

That you could agree on. They were complicated, messy, time-consuming and you wonder what it is about relationships that had everyone wanting one… yourself included. You knew the pain that came with them and yet you let yourself fall for a boy.

“Go on then, show me that you can treat me better,” You smile. “I mean an ice-cream… a free one at that sounds like a good idea, no?” You question as you glance through the dessert menu that stood in the middle of the table.

“You’re kidding,” He scoffs. “It’s freezing outside and you want ice-cream? Plus, dessert here costs an arm and a leg.”

“See? I knew you were all talk,” You sigh. “How bad can it— Damn,” You whisper as you spot the prices listed on the menu. Was the ice cream here served with gold flakes? No way in hell would a sane person pay that much for a dessert.

“Right?”

“Let’s get outta here. This place is a damn rip off,” You scoff.

You spend the rest of the day with Taehyung in a tiny ice-cream shop that served the best mango flavoured ice-cream you had ever tasted. Taehyung groaned all the way to the shop, completely against the idea of having an ice-cream on such a cold day but the puppy eyes you flashed him made him grow weak in the knees. The conversation that went on between you and Taehyung was like all the ones you’ve ever had with him, a good mix of light-hearted jokes and mildly heavy topics. He throws in a flirty line or two from time to time but unlike most of the time, they barely had an effect on you. Just a wink from Taehyung used to send your head on a whirlwind but he could be kissing you senseless right now and you wouldn’t even feel a spark. Oh, you were screwed, so screwed. You keep telling yourself you hate Jimin but who were you kidding? Even you knew you didn’t hate the boy.

It’s the 3rd movie day you’ve missed now and Jimin is really starting to worry. He’s left you a few calls and some texts, all of which are left unanswered and he begins to panic. He replays the night of the ball again and again in his head and he can’t seem to find anything that would make you shut him out like this. He asks Taehyung if he knew what was going on with you and he simply gives him the cold shoulder, shrugging as he said that you were just ‘busy’. He asks Mina for what must be the 100th time if she had said anything to you to which she vehemently denies which then leaves him back at square one.

Jimin contemplates going over to your house just to see you, to ask you why you’ve been avoiding him but he knows better than anyone that you would end up hating him even more if he inherently forced you to answer him but damn… this whole silent treatment stint was driving him mad. Actually, now that he thought about it… he didn’t know where you lived either.

Stupid ball and his stupid assuming ass.

He felt like he was finally beginning to get somewhere with you after that kiss the two of you shared in the theatre but now he’s pretty sure all of that was out the window. To think that he had ruined it all because he was such a jealous prick only made him feel like punching himself in the face.

He restrains himself from checking your social media after accidentally liking a 45 week old photo on your Instagram just the other day. He had never double tapped a photo so fast, curse words flying out of his mouth at the speed of light, hoping that the quick subsequent double tap would stop the notification from showing up on your phone but he was sure you would have probably seen it by now. He resorts to going through his camera roll to look at the only 2 pictures he has of you. It was taken on the very same day Jimin kissed you for real, for the first time. It was the first kiss that he had planted on your lips while completely sober. It was a pure simple gesture that he had been wanting to carry out ever since the end of the semester. He remembers pulling away from the kiss, his heart soaring as he watched you smile back at him. He had hoped that you couldn’t feel the way his heart was thudding in his chest when you moved to lay your head on his shoulder that day.

Jimin stares at the pictures, swiping between the both of them constantly. During all of the group hangouts, you were always the one taking the photos, never the one in them and whenever he or anyone got a decent picture of you, you’d make them delete it on the spot but you were so preoccupied that day, you must’ve forgot.

You’re beaming in the first photo, the brightest smile he’d ever seen on you as you stand next to the arcade machine, your initials on the top of the leaderboard. God, he misses your smile. In the second photo, Jimin’s standing next to you with a smirk on his face, one arm resting on the top of your head while the other hand was pointing to the top of the leaderboard where his initials now replaced yours. You’re side-eyeing him in the picture, your signature scowl on display and Jimin can’t help but let out a small laugh. God, he misses seeing your scowl, dearly so and he doesn’t understand what’s wrong with him, why he’s pining for you like this. He repeatedly tells himself that you didn’t mean that much to him, that he should forget about you but he can’t bring himself to because he was whipped, utterly and completely whipped for you. A lovesick fool, he was.

Aside from the short brunch with Tae and Hoseok, you’ve spent the last 5 days solely with your cousin and occasionally with Mina. It was a change to your usual schedule but that’s alright, you were going to see both Hoseok and Taehyung plenty of times once classes start again while you weren’t going to see your cousin again until next Christmas. You feel your phone buzz in your hand and you look down at the caller ID before putting it away in your pocket. Jimin, you scoff. You can’t believe he actually had the nerve to call you and leave you texts as if everything was normal, that he hadn’t just played with your heart like it was some game. Did he really think you’d just let him do that, that you’d fall right back into his arms again? Hell no. You don’t even bother opening up his texts because he didn’t even deserve to be left on read. Prick.

You wanted to hate Mina you really did, but she was the innocent one in all of this. She was just a girl with a huge crush on a boy she had loved since she was 13 and you can’t blame her for doing what she did. She’s not at fault at all because you and Jimin weren’t even a thing as per se so how was she supposed to know? In fact, you pitied her. You catch her checking her phone regularly and you know she’s waiting for a text from Jimin almost all the time. He must be a horrible conversationalist because you watch Mina reply with a sulk on her face but you don’t let your mind dwell on that fact. You wanted to tell her that she shouldn’t waste her time on him, that she deserved a boy far better than the one she was after but she always had on the most genuine smile you’ve seen when she talks about him so, you let that thought slip away. As long as she’s happy, you guess… so, you tune her out whenever she speaks about him because as far as you were concerned, Park Jimin was no longer someone you wanted to think about anymore.

“Y/N?” Your aunt calls.

“Yeah?”

“Can you do me a favour?” She asks.

“Sure,” You nod, getting up from the couch.

“A parcel was misdelivered to our house. Can you drop it off at the right one?”

You take the parcel in your hand and notice that the postman must’ve misread the house number because you lived in house no. 37 while this box was supposed to be delivered to house no. 73. You sigh at the thought of how long the walk was going to be. Picking your phone up from the coffee table, you enter the address of the following house and put on your coat, wincing as the cold winter air hits your skin when you open the door.

You stop occasionally along the way, trying your hardest to find your bearings because your phone shuts down occasionally in the cold winter weather. You take a wrong turn or two, okay… maybe a few more than that but this neighbourhood honestly felt like a maze, especially since all the houses looked exactly the same. After a long 20 minute walk, you finally find the row of houses that were in the high sixties.

67, 69, 71…

Crap.

You let out a heavy sigh when your eyes skim over the plaque that rested above the house number.

Home of the Park Family, it stated in gold, cursive font. You glance at the house and it looked slightly familiar but you’re not sure if that had to do with the fact that you had just seen some 30 odd houses that looked just like it, your cousin’s included. Maybe it wasn’t his house. Park is a common last name, you shrug. You stride up the driveway and reach the front door in a few steps. Please don’t be home, please don’t be home, you chanted to yourself as you knocked lightly at the door.

“Who is it?” You hear a woman call out.

“I-It’s Y/N.”

“The door’s open! Please come in!” She answers.

You twist the door knob hesitantly and push the door open. The interior of the house looks familiar and you confirm that this is in fact Jimin’s home.

Please don’t be home, please don’t be home.

“Ah, Y/N! Are you looking for Jimin? He’s not home at the moment,” She frowns.

Thank God.

“Oh no, I’m not looking for him,” You laugh. “Um, a parcel was delivered to my house but I think it was meant for yours,” You smile as you hand over the package.

Mrs. Park, wipes her hands on her apron before taking the parcel out of your hands. Her eyebrows slightly furrowed as she twists the box around.

“Must be for my husband,” She mutters. “But, thank you for coming all the way here to deliver it,” She smiles.

“Oh, it’s no problem at all,” You smile in return.

You turn on your heel, ready to bid Mrs. Park goodbye when she says the magic word.

Cookies.

“Oh, would you like some cookies? I just baked them this morning!”

Food. Your one true weakness.

“Sure!” You answer delightedly as you follow her into the kitchen. The smell of fried shallots filled the air and you let out a small hum of delight. As if she had heard you, Mrs. Park lets out a light laugh. “I was just starting on dinner prep when you had knocked on the door,” She quips and you nod, peering around the kitchen curiously.

She hands you the container and your eyes instantly light up. You waste no time, quickly taking a bite of the deliciously gooey chocolate chip cookie, throwing a thumbs up her way as you stuff the rest of the cookie in your mouth.

“I’m glad you like it,” Mrs. Park chuckles. “Please have some more!”

Don’t mind if I do.

You nod eagerly at her, already reaching for another cookie even when your mouth was still full.

You must’ve been on cookie number 3 when you realize that shit, Jimin could come home at any time now… so you quickly close the container, moving to the dustbin to dust the crumbs off your hands.

“Oh, Y/N can you stir this pot for me please?”

“O-of course,” You answer as you quickly move to grab the wooden spoon sitting in the pot.

“Mr. Park just closed a big deal yesterday,” She grins. “So, I thought I should cook up a little something special to celebrate,” She gestures around the kitchen.

A little, would’ve be an understatement. She was downright preparing a feast.

“T-this seems like a little too much for only one person to handle,” You blurted out.

“It is a bit much isn’t it?” She sighs. “But my husband has been working so hard lately and I just wanted to do something nice for him,” She laughs.

You felt a little bad as you watched her slave away all on her own, her hair disheveled as she frantically zips around the kitchen. You wanted to offer her some help but… you definitely were no master chef and not to mention the fact that Jimin might walk in at any time now lingered at the back of your mind but poor Mrs. Park looked so stressed.

Well, you had time to spare and she did give you cookies…

“I could help you if you like… I mean I’m not a good cook or—“

“Oh you would?!” She exclaims. “I’d love some help!”

Mrs. Park directs you around the kitchen and you admire the way she moved around expertly. Considering the fact that most of your cooking experiences for the past few months only consisted of pouring hot water on top of a block of instant noodles, it takes you some time to fully get the hang of things. You listen intently at the instructions she gives you and quickly get to work, washing the bag of potatoes that she had given you.

As you pat the potatoes dry, you glance at the cooking book that laid open atop the counter and your mouth waters at the prospective dish that Mrs. Park has in mind. It was a recipe for some Cheesy Hasselback Potato Gratin and you almost cry as you imagine taking a bite of the dish. Two of your most favourite potato dishes cooked in a combined style? It sounded like heaven. Mrs. Park wouldn’t mind if you stayed for dinner… would she?

She must’ve noticed the drool threatening to spill out the corners of your lips because Mrs. Park lets out a light laugh when she places a finger under your chin to gently shut your mouth that was wide open. You flash her a nervous smile before grabbing the knife to thinly slice the potatoes, making light conversation with her as you did so.

“This dish is going to taste so good, Mrs. Park!” You exclaim over your shoulder as you arrange the potato slices around the casserole dish carefully. “Potatoes are like that one magical vegetable that tastes amazing no matter how it’s cooked,” You say more to yourself than Mrs. Park but she catches it, letting out a hum of agreement.

“Jimin wasn’t joking when he told me about how much you love potatoes,” Mrs. Park laughs. “Said he’d always catch you sitting alone at the dining hall close to closing hours whenever a potato dish was being served.”

You let out a nervous laugh, confirming it with a nod that you did indeed go back to the dining hall to catch supper whenever you spotted baked potatoes on the dining hall menu. You tilt your head a little in confusion. Why in the world would your love for potatoes ever come up in a conversation between Jimin and his mum? You swipe away that thought. It’s not like you cared anyway because Park Jimin was nobody to you.

“Guilty as charged. I’ve loved them ever since I was young,” You chuckle. “Actually, when I was 5 my dad tricked me–”

“–into thinking potatoes were cow poop!” Mrs. Park exclaims. “I know this story! I laughed so hard when Jimin told me the story,” She sighs. "Such a horrible prank for your father to pull on you but you were such a gullible child too,“ She shakes her head.

Ah, yes. The one time your father decided it would be funny to prank his 5-year-old daughter aka the time you felt like the world was going to end. You were sat at the dining table, proclaiming your love for potatoes as you put a spoonful of mashed potato into your mouth. Your dad reached out for your hand, a solemn look on his face and you turned silent, a look of worry quickly washing over you.

"Y/N, you’re 5 years old now, such a big girl,” Your father hummed.

You tilted your head to the side, not fully understanding why he would suddenly bring that up.

“I am,” You nodded, flashing him a smile as you held out your palm, showing him the number 5.

“I think it’s time I tell you a little secret now that you’re old enough to understand.”

“Secret?” You asked, your voice low and quiet. Your dad nodded at you and you quickly leaned in, eyebrows furrowed as you await the reveal of this little secret of his.

“You love potatoes, don’t you?” He asked and you nodded furiously, a large smile gracing your lips.

“Do you know where they come from?” He questioned and you rested your chin on your palm, giving it some thought before shook your head from side to side.

Your father leaned in, curling his finger at you so that you would come closer. You scooted closer towards him, your tiny hand cupping your ear as you waited for his answer.

“Cow poop.”

“W-what?”

“Potatoes are actually cow poop,” He answered with a straight face. 5-year-old you, searched his face for a hint of a smile, anything to tell you that this was a joke but you are only greeted with a blank expression. Horrified, you pushed away your bowl of mashed potatoes and reached for your cup to take a large gulp of water. Your father watched on as you scurried off to the bathroom, presumably to wash your mouth out and he snickered to himself. Damn, your mum was definitely going to give him a piece of her mind when she finds out but he couldn’t help himself… You were just a delight to tease.

“I was,” You laugh. “But in my defense, my father was a really convincing liar.”

You laugh along with Mrs. Park as she asks about the small details in the story and you zone out a little when she tells you what a menace Jimin was when he was younger. You stand there, adjusting the position of the potato slices, nodding while you let the fact that Jimin tells these little stories about you to his mother, sink in. Maybe he just talked about all his friends in general in this detail and that you were just overthinking the situation. It was a rather funny story you guess, perhaps something you would tell your own parents if it were the other way around… You have a nagging feeling though that this is only one of the many stories about you that Jimin has told his mum.

Unsurprisingly, your suspicions are confirmed when Mrs. Park asks if your father had always worked on an oil rig and if your mother enjoyed the traveling aspect of her job. You answer the questions with no hesitation because you didn’t mind talking about your parents but the thing is… you don’t exactly remember telling Jimin this much about your parents. Oh, right, there was that conversation you had with the boys in the supermarket which to you seemed pretty insignificant now. Odd. This whole situation seemed a little too odd for you but then maybe, maybe he was just explaining to his mother as to why you had suddenly just showed up in this town of all places. Yeah, that had to be it… nothing more, nothing less.

When you set the casserole dish which held the potatoes, topped off with a generous amount of cheese into the oven and finally pushed the door to it shut, both you and Jimin’s mother let out a collective sigh of relief. At least that was one dish down.

Mrs. Park was some goddess in the kitchen because as you worked on that potato dish alone, she had somehow managed to get three other dishes almost close to completion herself and you’re simply flabbergasted. You stand next to her, stirring a pot of creamy soup that she had left simmering on the stove as you made light conversation with her.

“So how was sophomore year for you? Not too stressful I hope.”

“Ah, it was alright,” You lie. “I had—“

Both you and Mrs. Park whip your heads towards the front door when you hear it being slammed shut.

“Sorry!” You hear Jimin squeak and Mrs. Park mutters under her breath about how Jimin never understood the concept of holding the door so that it would shut softly.

Crap. Jimin.

She calls out his name but he was already making his way to his room, his heavy footsteps thudding against the wooden staircase.

You try to remain calm but a 101 thoughts are running through your mind and you panic at the thought of having to speak to Jimin, or even having to see him. You’re stood there stirring the pot with shaky hands, a blank expression on your face but really all you’re thinking about if it was socially acceptable to dash out of a person’s house without providing a reason.

You were horrible at lying under pressure, your gestures and words often coming out over-exaggerated but hell, you were desperate. If there was a time for you to display your highly unpolished acting skills you obtained from your first semester drama elective then this was definitely the time.

“Gosh, look at the time,” You gasp as you glance at the clock hanging on the wall. “I should head back before it gets too dark.”

“Oh, you mean you won’t be staying for dinner?” She questions, a look of surprise on her face as if it was so absurd that you hadn’t been planning to stay all along. “Stay!”

“Ah, no I’d hate to impose,” You laugh nervously. “I mean this is a family dinner to celebrate Mr Park’s recent achievement after all.”

“Exactly! It’s a celebration so we’d love for you to join us!”

Well… this was definitely not how the conversation played out in your head.

“M-My aunt is expecting me home for dinner,” You lie. Your aunt was going for a fancy dinner with the mayor and his wife but Mrs. Park didn’t know that, or at least you hope she didn’t.

“I’m sure she’d let you stay if you ask,” Mrs. Park smiles. “I mean you do want to taste the potato dish you practically made all by yourself, don’t you?”

You almost cave. Almost.

“That’s really tempting Mrs. Park,” You laugh. “But I’d hate to disappoint my aunt.”

“Alright, I understand,” She sighs with a deep-set frown. You frown in return, partially because you felt absolutely horrible for lying to her but also because all you actually had waiting for you at home was some sad soggy pizza from lunch.

“Thank you so much for the cookies and everything, Mrs. Park,” You smile sheepishly. “I really had fun today.”

“Oh please, I should be thanking you,” She chuckles. “It really is getting dark out there,” She hums as she looks out the small window that sat above the kitchen sink. “I’ll get Jimin to walk you home.”

“Oh no that’s fine—“ You begin but it’s too late. She is already shouting his name before you can complete your sentence.

"Yeah?” You hear Jimin answer as he makes his way down the stairs.

If you run now, you could probably reach the front door before he sees you but Jimin’s mother has a soft grip on your shoulder, almost as if she knew whatever you were planning in your head.

“Sorry I took so long. I was—“

Jimin pauses when he spots you standing there, timidly shifting your weight from one foot to the other.

"Nerd… w-what—”

“She came here to deliver a package and I held her hostage,” Mrs. Park chortled. “She helped me with dinner and I’ve been trying to get her to stay but she’s a stubborn one.”

“Yeah, stay… you should s-stay,” Jimin stutters nervously, still in shock at seeing you here, standing in his own home.

“I really can’t, I’m sorry,” You reply while staring at your feet, unable to make eye contact with the boy before you.

“Maybe, next time,” Mrs. Park suggests. Oh no, definitely not. There will be no next time… not if you could help it. “Jimin, walk her home won’t you?”

“Of course,” He replies quickly, a little too quickly, he thinks.

“Really Jimin, it’s fine, you don’t have to.”

“No, I insist,” Mrs. Park remains adamant. “It’s either you stay for dinner or he walks you home.”

You pull your lips into a taut line before forcing on a smile as you bid Mrs. Park goodbye, Jimin following closely behind you, much to your dismay.

“Sorry about my mum,” Jimin laughs nervously. “She can be a little bit too much sometimes.”

“It’s fine,” You mumble. “I like her. She’s nice.”

You’re so quiet, your answers are short curt sentences and Jimin can feel the awkwardness that surrounded the both of you, the pure discomfort that seemed to be radiating from you.

When the two of you finally step out of the house and let the front door close, he finally works up the courage to ask you what was wrong… or at least something like that.

“Hey nerd, we’re fine right?”

You spin around, quirking your eyebrow at him and he realizes this is the first time today that you’ve looked him in the eye.

“Are you angry at me or something?”

“No.”

Okay, so you were angry with him.

“Then why aren’t you talking to me?”

“What do you mean? We’re talking right now.”

“No, this isn't— never mind,” He sighs. “Why have you been ignoring me?”

“I haven’t, I’ve just been busy,” You shrug, glancing down towards your feet as you shift nervously on his front porch.

Unconvinced, Jimin simply shakes his head. “Did I… did I do something wrong? You’re talking to me but you’re not talking to me…”

"I don’t understand.”

“You know what I mean.”

“I don’t because we’re talking right now, aren’t we?” You huff. “What? What do you want to talk about now? I’m all ears.”

If you had asked him an hour ago, he would’ve been able to fire 5 questions all in one shot but now that you were standing physically before him, his mind had chosen to completely betray him. Blank. His mind was drawing a complete blank.

You tap your foot impatiently and lifted an eyebrow at him. There he was complaining about not talking and when you give him a chance, he’s completely silent. Boys. They will always be a complete mystery to you. You turn around, ready to make your way home

“Your aunt!” He exclaims, his eyes wide when he realizes that he had said that a little too loud. You turn back to face him and he pulls back, straightening himself up before he continues. “Your aunt…” He starts, this time much softer. “How is she? The allergic reaction wasn’t too serious, was it?”

“She’s fine. Nothing a shot of anti-histamine couldn’t fix,” You answer. A heavy silence hangs in the air and you let out a sigh. You promised him a conversation so you might as well hold up your end of the bargain. “Was a shame we had to leave. How was the rest of the ball?”

“Uneventful,” He’s quick to answer.

Uneventful. What bullshit.

“That’s not what Mina had to say,” You scoff. The nerve on this boy. If he wanted to lie, he should’ve at least told a believable one.

The moment the sentence slips out of your mouth, Jimin’s eyes go wide and you rolled your eyes so hard it almost felt like you could see the inside of your head. Did he honestly think you were an idiot?

“That’s not— I-I can explain.”

Of course. Of course, Mina told you. Even after he specifically asked for her not to.

“You don’t have to,” Is all you say before you begin moving forward, stepping onto the driveway. Jimin immediately runs after you, softly grabbing your hand to stop you.

“Please let me explain.”

“Jimin, please just leave it,” You sigh as you pull your arm away from him.

“Nerd please, I want to explain because you and I, we… we—“

"We what?” You interrupt and Jimin stays silent, unable to put his thoughts into a coherent sentence.

“Look Jimin I get it,” You sigh. “We’re not dating or anything so you can sleep with whoever you want alright? It’s none of my business.”

“No, you don’t understand, that’s not what happened! I didn’t sleep with her!” He groans.

Alright, now he’s just pissing you off. You had saw him leave her house, sex hair and all. You had heard the detailed reiteration of the night, courtesy of Mina and he actually had the audacity to stand here in front of you and tell you that that’s not what happened? Did he really think you would believe him?

“I really don’t care what happened Jimin, it’s none of my concern,” You huff.

“Then why are you mad at me? Why are you being so cold?”

“I’m not.”

“You are! See, you just did it!” Jimin exclaims as he runs his hand through his hair in frustration.

“Did what?”

“This isn’t how we usually talk to each other and you know that.”

“I’m too tired to argue with you right now,” You exhale.

“Then don’t argue. Just listen and let me exp—”

There’s a loud crash from inside the house and you hear Jimin’s mother let out a light yelp. The both of you run to the door immediately, quickly ducking in to check if Mrs. Park had hurt herself.

“Mum! Are you okay?” Jimin questions as he rushes to her side, helping her pick up the assorted cooking utensils that laid across the floor.

“Yeah I just dropped the pan that I was trying to store,” She grumbles.

It’s selfish of you to do this, an absolute dick move but as they’re preoccupied with the conversation, you take it as your chance to escape. You bolt out of the house and down the street, trying to the best of your ability to remember which turns you are supposed to take and you hope to god you’re taking the right ones. When you feel you’ve gained enough distance, you take out your phone to look at the map and you’re relieved to find that you weren’t that far off track… oh and there were a few or so missed calls from Jimin plus a handful of worried texts but you could deal with those later, or maybe never.

Jimin spends 20 or so minutes, searching the streets for you, his phone constantly pressed to his ear as he hears the dial tone and the familiar message of this is the voicemail box for the number… Goddamn it. You’re an idiot, an absolute idiot. It’s cold out, unbearably so now that the sun has set and the old streetlamps that lined the streets every few or so metres barely did anything to light up the path. Jimin shudders at the thought of you becoming prey to some possible criminal lurking in the dark. Jimin is barely dressed well enough for the weather but he barely feels the cold not when he imagines the way you walk around the streets without any care in mind, never alert, always aloof as if your mind was somewhere else. He didn’t care if you hated him, he would’ve walked well behind you if that was what you wanted… he just needed to know that you got home safe. Just like the night he first saw you at that party, he could hear his heart pulsing in his ears, his mind a mess as he frantically begs for you to pick up the phone but unlike the first night, you don’t pick up. Jimin is left wandering in the dark, unsure of where to go and after what felt like hours of screaming your name, he hears a soft ding from his phone.

[6:18] You: i got home fine thanks

Wow. You had left the house without saying a word, walked home alone in the dark, refused to pick up the phone when he called and all you had to say was… I got home fine thanks? You were honestly driving him insane. Jimin was fuming, absolutely livid because he was so worried that something horrible might’ve happened to you but you obviously seem nonchalant about the whole matter. He types out a paragraph, fingers moving furiously fast as he spewed out his unfiltered thoughts.

How could you just leave like that? Do you know how worried I was? What if some pervert had jumped on you or what if some guy armed with a knife mugged you? Look, I know you’re mad at me but god why would you put yourself in so much danger? I don’t think I’d ever be able to forgive myself if something had happened to you, do you know that? I don’t know if you’ve realized but you’re important to me, more than just a fr—

His fingers hover above the keyboard, wondering if he should continue the sentence but he only holds the backspace button, sighing as he watched the words disappear, only to be replaced by a blinking cursor.

[6:19] Jimin: cool

[6:19] Jimin: let me know when you’re free to talk

Jimin knows you won’t reply to his message. You probably won’t even bother opening it but he had to at least try. He shoves his phone into his pocket and walks as fast as he could but the sub-zero temperatures made his limbs feel like they were completely frozen. Jimin squints in the dark to look at the street sign that was dimly illuminated.

A short honk sounds and Jimin swears he was so startled that he almost jumped out of his skin. Thankfully enough when he turns around he’s only met by his father who had wound down the window to scream at him for being so inadequately dressed. Jimin quickly jumps into the car, nodding his head silently at his father’s words as he basks in the warmth of the car.

“This is so good,” Mr. Park groans as he scoops another spoonful of the potato gratin into his mouth. “I can’t believe you took the time to make all of my favourite dishes, love. How did you even manage to do this all by yourself? You must be exhausted,” He frowns as he takes his wife’s hand in his, thumb circling the top of her hand.

“I didn’t, I had help,” She smiles. “Jimin’s friend, Y/N stopped by to drop a parcel and she offered to help. Made that potato dish all by herself. Such a sweet girl,” She sighs.

“She made this?” Mr Park points at the potato gratin that sat in the middle of the table and Mrs. Park nods. “Jimin, you have to invite her over more often,” He quips as he scoops more onto his plate.

“Yeah, you should!” Mrs. Park chimes in. “I really like her.”

Ha. Funny story mum, I really like her too.

Jimin only nods, his cheeks starting to turn a little rosy when his father connects the dots, remembering Y/N to be the girl Jimin often mentioned over dinner with them… which he hadn’t realize he had been doing. I’d really like to meet her, his father says and Jimin’s face turns cherry red, his parents letting out quiet laughs at the sight of their flustered son. Maybe it was a blessing in disguise that you had chosen not to stay for dinner.

“Why didn’t she stay for dinner?” Mr. Park inquires as he scoops some meat onto his plate.

“Her aunt was waiting for her at home,” Mrs. Park frowns.

Maybe that was true but Jimin was 99% sure that it was a complete lie. You hadn’t stayed simply because you couldn’t stand him and boy he wished he could go back in time so bad because maybe, you would’ve been sitting at this table if he hadn’t been such a fool. He was in the wrong, he knew that but maybe you’d be sitting at this table if you had just let him explain.

You don’t have to, is what you said. But he wanted to, god, that’s all he wanted because he didn’t do it… he really didn’t.

Night of the ball

Jimin’s hand slips behind Mina’s back and he struggles to unhook her bra, his finger and thumb unable to get it to unclasp. It was almost as if all the drive he had previously had suddenly dissipated and all he was left with was this overwhelming sense of guilt that this was wrong, wrong, wrong.

Mina spots the worry on Jimin’s face and it only makes her even more nervous than she already is and she squirms under Jimin, unsure if she should help him or just wait for him to finally get it unhooked.

“Sorry,” Jimin whispers as he pulls away, running his hand through his hair while he moved to the side to sit next to where Mina laid.

“I think we shouldn’t do this,” They say in unison.

Both Jimin and Mina stare at each other in mild surprise, unsure of what to say next.

“I—” The both of them start and Jimin lets out a light laugh, nodding his head at her as if to say, you first.

"I’m not ready for this,” She whispers. “I’m sorry. This is my first time… and I’m so nervous about all of this and I—”

"Your first?” Jimin gasps. “Why didn’t you tell me this was going to be your first, Mina?”

Mina sighs before taking in a deep breath, spewing out her thoughts at the speed of a bullet train. "I just… everyone has been hounding me about when I was going to lose my virginity and then you came back and then I saw the ball as my chance and I didn’t want you to know I was inexperienced because you would’ve said no and I just wanted to get it over with and I’m sorry that I—”

"Hey Mina, calm down. It’s okay. You don’t have to apologize,” He interrupts with a smile. With the way Mina was rushing through her sentences, it was almost as if she was afraid that he was going to call her out for leading him on. “I should be the one apologizing,” He smiles sadly as he brought up the blanket to lay it on top of her.

He should’ve seen the signs. The way she seemed like a lost lamb the moment the both of them had entered the room, the shaky breaths that left her lips but he was too clouded by lust to see all of that. Maybe in his mind he had always seen Mina to be someone who had tons of experience under her belt simply by the way she got all the boys in school to fall at her feet. He would have guessed that she had lost it a long time ago but he should’ve known better than to believe those rumours that floated around the noisy high school hallways.

Jimin sinks down to lay next to her, patting her head in hopes that it would provide her some sort of comfort.

“I’m sorry,” She whispers once more and Jimin scowls in return.

“I already told you, you don’t have to apologize. You did nothing wrong,” He smiles.

“O-okay,” Mina murmurs with a half-smile.

Jimin shuts his eyes as he tried to clear his mind. What a mess this was. He climbs off the bed to put on the clothes that he had previously torn off. In the softest voice ever, he asks Mina if she wanted him to grab her some nightwear to change into and she nods, pointing at the nightdress that hung on the coat hanger on the wall. He pads over to the bed handing her the dress as he took a seat at the corner of her bed.

“Jimin,” Mina whispers as she pulls the dress over her head. “Can you do me a favour?”

“Sure…” He hums apprehensively, unsure of what exactly this favour would entail.

“If anyone asks… can you just tell them we did it?”

“Why…?”

“It’s just these girls in town have been calling me a prude for ages, making fun of me… saying boys would never want to be with someone as inexperienced as me and I just—“ She sighs. “–can you please just lie for me?”

“Sure… I guess?” Jimin answers. “You know you shouldn’t really let them get to you though, Mina. You know they’re just talking shit because they’re jealous, right?” He smiles as he ruffles her hair.

“I know,” She grumbles. “It’s just hard to hear sometimes and I just really want them to stop,” She groans and Jimin nods understandingly as he tried to empathize with her.

“Oh, um Mina?” He pauses. “Just make sure Y/N doesn’t hear this story yeah?”

Y/N. Mina hated it when Jimin talked about you when it was just the both of them. She didn’t understand how in just the span of a semester, you had managed to grow so close to the boy she had spent almost all her life growing up next to. She knew him for way longer than you did but it seemed like Jimin cared for you all the same and it was so unfair. Jimin was meant to have eyes for her only, after all, that’s what it had been like all throughout high school but then you come along and suddenly she didn’t have the main spotlight anymore. Mina wasn’t stupid, she knew Jimin was quite the playboy but he never had feelings for all the other girls and if Mina wanted to, she could have him pining for her again with just a few words. You changed all of that though. It was almost as if Mina had been reduced to just another girl ever since you came along and she couldn’t stand that. You were a great person, sure but she wasn’t going to let you get away with stealing her man from her.

“Sure thing,” She smiles and if Jimin had been paying attention, he would have seen a hint of a smirk, one filled with malicious intent. “I’ll only be telling this lie to a select few that ask anyway,” She shrugs.

Jimin lets out a sigh of relief as he allowed himself to sink down into the pillow next to Mina.

“Hey Mina,” He whispers. “Do you think we could um… cuddle for a while?” Jimin asks with a shaky voice, his cheeks beginning to heat up as he awaits her answer.

Mina throws him an amused look, a request she thought she’d never hear from the player that was Park Jimin but she’ll be damned if she gives up the chance to cuddle with her long-time crush. “Sure,” She giggles as she moves closer towards him.

Jimin slips his hand under her body and Mina turns in his hold to rest on his chest. Mina was just like you. She hikes her knee high, letting it rest at his waist while one of her palms rest atop his chest. For a short moment, it felt almost familiar but as he lets the seconds tick by, it becomes more apparent to him that this wasn’t the same… that Mina wasn’t you and that her resting on top of him felt uncomfortable at best.

“You like her, don’t you?” Mina questions.

“Who?”

“You know who.”

Of course he knew but he didn’t want to talk about his feelings right now… especially not with Mina.

“I um… It’s complicated,” Jimin mumbles. It’s not the truth but it wasn’t a lie either. He wasn’t exactly sure what it was that he felt for you or perhaps he just didn’t want to admit it. Either way, he didn’t want to think about it, at least not in this moment because when he thought of you, all he could see was you slow dancing with your date and that was the last thing he wanted on his mind tonight.

Mina was just about your size and maybe if Jimin was drunk enough he could mistake her for you. So how was it that you felt so different in his arms in comparison to Mina? With Mina, it just didn’t feel right. It felt like he was being suffocated, almost as if she was just a large weight that was resting on top of him but he never felt like that with you. When he cuddled with you, he felt warm and safe. When he cuddled with you… as cliché as it sounds, he felt like everything was in the right place. From the way you nestled your head in the same spot every night, to the way your knee rested just below his hip bone, it was almost as if by nature, the both of you just happened to fit each other perfectly. Jimin thinks it’s just his mind playing tricks on him that he was only feeling this way because he felt guilty for being here but he knows that it isn’t all in his head… that there was a bigger underlying issue as to why he was feeling this way.

Jimin had figured out mid-way through the semester that chasing you was going to be different from all the other girls he had pursued after. You were carefree yet cautious, friendly yet reserved, a myriad of other opposites, a true living paradox and maybe that’s what drew him in. You had layers to you, and each time he unpeeled one, he felt himself travelling further down a treacherous path, one lined with potential heartbreak either on your part or his but he’d been through a fair share of girls and he assumed you couldn’t possibly have that much of an effect of him, that he would come out of all of this, unscathed.

He assumed.

That was his first big mistake. You see, things were never really simple when it came to you. There were a lot of what if’s and maybes but if there was one positive that could come out from this night it’s that those mere unknowns that swam around in his mind have now become definite answers instead because…

He used to think that maybe he just liked the idea of cuddling but he knew now that he doesn’t… not unless it was you that was there with him, softly stroking the curve of his waist.

He used to think that the feeling of guilt when it came to sleeping around was simply a construct of the mind but he knew now that it was a valid feeling, a horrible one that came with a lot of weight.

He used to think that maybe what he feels for you is something he’d be able to shake off but he knows now that that simply wasn’t true because you have him undeniably wrapped around your finger.

Jimin groans upon that realization because now all he wants to do is to escape, to run away from these feelings that were bogging him down. He gently pushes Mina, who’s fast asleep, off of him and dashes out of her house. He glances out onto the street to make sure no one was around before he breaks out into a run, hurtling down the street as fast as he can, silently hoping that it would tire him out, praying that it would get his mind to stop thinking about you… except it doesn’t and he returns to his bed, falling asleep to the thought of you, wishing that you were here, lying next to him.

“Jimin, you’ve barely touched your food, is something wrong?” His mother asks.

“No, I just… have a lot of um rowing stuff on my mind,” He coughs.

“Ah, think about all of that later, dear,” She smiles. “But for now, eat please.”

His mother reaches over, scooping a generous serving of the elaborate potato dish you had made, onto his plate. Jimin silently stuffs a spoonful into his mouth and although he had no appetite, the mere thought of this being something you made is enough to push him to forcefully swallow it. He thinks perhaps if he ate enough of it, it could help fill the vague emptiness he felt in his chest but he knew that only one thing could do that and that was you.

A/N: ahh this turned out way longer than I thought it would but lmaooo. Some of you clever beans predicted the plot right in your tags!!! proud of y’all (’: Anyway, thank you for reading! and as always, feedback is welcome (: (p.s: my bro actually tricked me into thinking potato was cow poop when I was 5 and I didn’t eat them for 3 months lol)

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