4: Wavering

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One more month later

I can't sleep. Jimin's plump lips keep running through my mind. His squeaky laugh and eye smile. But his lips. So kissable. Ahh.

Why am I like this? I came to my senses a month ago. Now I'm thinking about him again. Not just a hug, not just a kiss; something further.

I know I shouldn't. It's wrong. It's so wrong yet so right. Jimin. Jimin. Park Jimin. What have you done to me. I don't want love if it's like this.

I don't want it to be you. You're my best friend and if you find out, we would no longer be. You won't return my feelings either.

But it's still you. My dorky adorable friend. Such a perfect man. I wish I was anywhere near you, so you could find me capable. Loveable.

I sigh as I go through our pictures taken together. The pure joy spread accross your face draws a smile on mine.

We often joked with each other about being a couple. He even wanted me to go on a date with him on Valentine's day, 'cause he didn't want to be lonely and he didn't find anyone. We didn't go and stayed up finishing our science project.

He still joked sometimes about being a couple. It feels different from before. I get flustered now. I don't want him to know.

Is this some type of hint? That he wants me too?

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