"friends" - a yoonmin ff ENG

Hyung...

Once I exit the train and walk back home, I hear footsteps following me.

"Yoongi-hyung, wait!"

I freeze right at the spot. J-Jimin?

He catches up to stand right in front of me, but I'm too ashamed to look into his eyes. 
What does he want, now? Humiliate me? I'm sure somebody like him would never - not in a million years - accept someone like me. He deserves so much better... 

"Hi!"
"What're you doin' here?"
"You forgot you backpack."

I blink. Oh.

"You could've given it to me at dance practice..."

I feel his small hand patting me on the shoulder. Why does he want me to look up, does he want to torture me? Whatever... I take a glance at him. He's a little sweaty, still wearing his sports gear and carrying both of our bags over one shoulder while his sports bag is hanging down the other. 

I quickly grab my bag and I swear I'm about to die. His smile is so bright it's gonna burn me. Fuck, he's so... Yoongi, pull yourself together! This is not the time nor place to fanboy over Park Jimin!

I look down at my feet and swallow. 

"Uhm... thanks, I guess. You... you can leave now."

Silence... awkward silence. 

I lift my gaze to see why he's not moving. Why can't he just leave me alone? Well, let's just say my heart stops beating for a second when I catch him chewing on his lower lip. I can't take my eyes off of these beautiful plump lips. Geez, why is he breathing so heavily? 

Once, he takes an even deeper breath, I avert my gaze to ground again. 

Shit, here we go. He's gonna confront me, for sure. Is he gonna blame me? Reject me even? 

"Hyung? That thing you said back there... was that... uhm... is it t-true?"

Oh god, what now? What am I supposed to say? No?! I practically confessed in front of our whole class! A nervous bubbly feeling runs through my body. My eyes slowly wander up to meet his'. 

"Jimin."

Now he's the one avoiding my gaze. Is he... blushing?

"Jimin-ah." 

Nope. Nothing. Well then. I didn't gather up the courage to just back down now. I already screwed up anyway, so what the heck, right?

I slowly approach him, placing two fingers under his chin. 
- His body tenses up visibly. 

Up next is lifting his head up, so he just has to look at me.
- I catch a glimpse of his fast beating pulse on his neck. 

This time, my eyes pierce into his', making him nervous. But somehow, his gaze wanders off to my mouth as he wets his lips. I smirk. What is this boy thinking of right now? 

My tongue automatically licks over my lips, too. 

"Jimin, I... I didn't mean to..."

My voice dies down at the end. I suddenly feel like I've been running a marathon. I don't know what I was gonna say just now because this beautiful human being in front of me just captivates me in every way possible. His skin feels so soft. His smell is addicting, which is strange 'cause he's sweating, right? Anygays, his face is just... fuck, it's plain beautiful and somehow I wonder what his lips might feel like. 

I breathe in audibly and pull his chin a little closer. His breath hitches. His lips slightly part.

"Hyung..."

Butterflies suddenly erupt inside of my stomach and I swear I can feel my blood rushing down to my best body part. Aish, these eyes. This voice. These beautiful and rosy lips.

I wish I could...

No. Stop it, Yoongi, just stop it. He wouldn't want you to. 

Nobody would. 

I release the breath I was holding and shake my head a little. Just when I am about to pull back, he grabs me by the back of my neck...

... and presses his soft lips onto mine.