Jimin's POV:
I woke up to Rosie's face just a few centimeters before mine.
She went home right?
This must be a dream.
Which means I can do and say anything I want.
"Park Roseanne, I love you, and have loved you since 7th grade. I didn't know how to say it or what to say, I didn't even know if you liked me back. No matter how much time we spent apart, I never forgot you, not once. In fact, it was the opposite, I tried to forget you, I tried to keep myself from falling further, yet every move I made further, it only brought me closer to you. And yesterday, after all those years, I finally saw you, singing our song, which made my heart beat and my smile brighten, you didn't forget me. So I guess what I'm trying to say is that I love you." I confess. Technically, it's not a confession since it's a dream, but oh well.
I leaned closer until our lips touched.
I felt her soft lips pressed onto mine.
It felt like the whole world around us just stopped.
We pulled away, smiling.
I then closed my eyes, waiting to be brought back into reality.
But nothing happened.
I got worried and pinched myself to help me wake up.
Nothing happened.
So wait...
This isn't a dream?
I, Park Jimin, just kissed my best friend who I had fallen for, in real life??
"Ah, I wonder, what would happen if this wasn't a dream?" You said. So you think it's a dream?
Thank goodness, I don't know what I'd do if you were fully aware.
This is best kept as a secret for now.
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