This chapter contains less smutty scene, if you don't like it, skip it:)
"Can you not touch me?" He raised his brows at me so I rolled my eyes.
"It's an accident!" I scoff and moved away.
We were at the school garden, sitting on a bench and it was our break. We decided to hang out here since our schedule finally matched. It's been a while since we saw each other.
"What a big coincidence that your hand landed with mine while you're eating and leaning back." He said full of sarcasm.
"I didn't notice! Stop overreacting about it." I said and munched on my burger.
He gasps, "I am not overreacting! Your dirty hand was over mine, now I got your germs!"
"It's not like we haven't held hands before." I sighed, pissed.
"Ew don't remind me. And I got my sanitizer that time so your germs weren't a problem." He rolled his eyes.
"Whatever." I groaned.
"Yuck! I told you not to make those kinds of sounds again, that's so unsettling." He complained.
I raised my brows and leans towards him, I moaned and bit my lip.
He made a disgusted face and moved back far from me as if I were a disease.
"Y/N you're so dirty, go away from me," He said.
"Oh really? Wasn't it a pretty sound?" I was leaning on one hand, side facing him. My tone was seductive.
"Pretty? In your dreams, it's disgusting! Go away please." He said in a high pitch voice.
"Whatever, Park Jimin," I rolled my eyes, there's no hope for this man. Rephrase that, there's no hope for my fucking gay best friend.
I pout and continue eating ignoring his presence as we wait for our other friend.
Which was gay too, well, he's bisexual.
I met Jimin years ago, we were classmates and he caught my attention.
I was trying to get close to him for the whole school year, but I was too shy. I observed him from afar, didn't even notice that I was doing that for 3 whole years.
I eventually caught feelings for him. He was my first ever high school crush. My friends were always pushing me to go for it, like to confess and date him. I didn't have the courage not until one day, I saw myself right in front of him.
I was fidgeting my fingers while looking down, we were at the back of a high school building.
I didn't know why he even bother going here. I just told him on a sheet of paper I put on his locker to meet me here after school.
"Uh Y/N?" He called me so I shoot my head up.
"Y-Yes?!" I squeak, he knew me.
Of course, he does! You were classmates! Dumb me.
"What are you going to say?"
"I.. uh... I have a crush on you.. for a very long time now." I finally said after a moment of silence.
"You like me?" He repeated like he was shocked.
"No! Not that I like you, I have a crush on you! As you know, crush.." I laughed awkwardly.
"It's the same thing." He said raising a
brow.
"It's not! I mean," I looked away, cheeks heating up. Maybe I do like him, "Just dump me now, please. I know you don't feel the same way."
