Knock || p.jm

Knock

Jimin was standing on that stage, singing and dancing, running around for all that I care. I could hardly believe it was him. I knew that there were lots of Park Jimin's around the world but for Bangtan's Park Jimin to be the dork Park Jimin who I met in my kitchen a few years ago  was now infront of me, owning the stage.

It was weird, I was drowning in new found emotions, I could hardly keep my focus on Jungkook anymore. Somehow, Jimin got my undivided attention.

To think I wouldn't even glance at the guy back then.

I noticed how he danced swiftly to the music, constantly taking glances at the closest camera and maybe wink a couple of times then he'd scurry off to either ends of the T-shaped stage, pointing of to somewhere in the crowd and occasionally throw some hearts or make direct eye contact and then wink. Sometimes he'd bite his lip in the process, making the crowd go wild, then running back to center stage when it was his verse, nailing the high notes.

Jimin's voice was still the same as before, maybe it had gone a bit deeper and didn't crack like it used to before. You could tell that he's been through puberty already. He hit the high notes perfectly- it gave me goosebumps.

My eyes darted between Jungkook and Jimin who were both at different ends of the stage. UGH. What was I doing anyway? Am I really going to betray my bias like this? Am I seriously picking Jimin over Jungkook?

What to do?!

When Jimin ran back to center stage, singing with everything he's got and doing the choreography. Those two years of dance lessons really paid off for him.

His hair was dyed a rusty orange. He wore make up. Eyeliner and maybe a little lip balm, and he was already killing my bias list.

But he was still Park Jimin. He was still the guy who knocked on my door every whenever he could.

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Info: deleted previous chapters, kasi di ko sila gusto. Hahaha.

Dedicated kay aepple for the book cover.

Ang cute :3