"friends" - a yoonmin ff ENG

Jiminie

Hobi stopped dancing in sync with the last beat. All the dancers jumped up and clapped in utter disbelieve. I just sit there, grinning. Yep, that's my best friend folks! I turn to remove the flash drive from the stereo and catch Jimin staring at me. His head snaps in the opposite direction and I can literally see his body tensing up.

What the hell is wrong with that kid? 

I shake my head and walk towards Hoseok to return his flash drive. He happily runs his hand through my hair and I back away immediately but it's already too late. I scowl, trying to save what's left of my hairstyle. Hobi only chuckles and turns towards the dance instructor who's highly praising him. So I take a look around and my eyes meet with Jimin's again. He swallows and averts his gaze a little too fast for my liking.

Ok, that's enough. 

"Park?"

I walk up to him to ask what's going on, but that punk freaking chooses to ignore me.

"Park Jimin!"

Nope. He's still ignoring me.

"Yah! Jiminie!", I growl a little louder this time.

His head shoots up and he stares at me, totally dumbfounded.

"What did you just call me?"

O...kay... what's that all about? It's just a nickname, isn't it?

"Mianhae. I just wanted you to stop ignoring me. So... um... are you alright?" 

I crouch down beside him and seriously don't know whether it's okay to put my hand on his shoulder in a comforting way or not. 

He's watching me really carefully now, shaking his head slowly.  

"I... you don't have to apologize... it's just that it's been so long since someone called me by that name."
"Jimin... Tell me what's wrong, please? I mean... you obviously avoid me, which I get, I mean who would want to be fiends with me anyway, but you're also ignoring your best friends. Kook and Tae are going crazy. They're worried outta their minds, ya know?"

Our eyes lock and it's as if everything around us slowly fades away. It's just like those times we make eye contact in class. It's just... intense. 

"Hyung... just Tae and Kookie?"

I blink a few times before slowly shaking my head. 

"Of course not. Why would I be sitting here if I didn't care for you?" 

Hold up! Did I really just say that?! Aish, Min Yoongi, you're getting soft!

His eyes start to tear up before taking a deep breath and absentmindedly reaching for my hand. I swallow hard. This time he gently massages the palms of my hands with his thumbs. Ugh, this feels so good. Why don't I have a problem with him touching me like that? A warm feeling is spreading inside of my chest, but I'm honestly and deeply concerned for the small bean. 

"Jimin...?"
"Hm?"
"Can we step outside for a bit?"

He blinks at me in surprise before realizing what he's doing and flinching.

"Shit! Sorry!! Sorry, hyung! How.. how come you don't mind this, I-"
"C'mon let's talk elsewhere."

I don't care if he wants to come with me or not. His teary eyes are just too much for me to handle. I can't let him have a mental breakdown in front of everybody. Taking his hand into mine, I pull him out of the room, giving Hobi a knowing look. 

When I look down at Jimin, I notice his shoulder being pressed to mine, while he's obviously and desperately trying to hide our entangled hands. 

So this is what this is all about?