Lifetime

Pull

I was nervous about seeing Jimin on the following Monday for our walk to school, the feeling passing when he grabbed onto my hand after we finished eating. I noticed that he wore his hair parted down the middle, giving it more texture and a better view of his face.

Before we could reach the school he turned to me, stopping us in our path. "Should we keep holding hands?" He asked.

"I want to," I answered, unlinking our hands at the same time, "but maybe let me tell Hobi about us first. Once I figure out what exactly to tell him." My brow pulled together in thought.

"Tell Hobi?" He questioned, his expression telling me he had more to say. "You two are just friends right, like there's never been something more between you?"

I shook my head. "No, he's just my best friend. He always has been, which means we tell each other everything." I clarified.

He nodded, leaning over to kiss my cheek. "Okay, tell him you're my girl, but there might be some things I want to stay between us." He whispered by my ear, all sense of shyness having disappeared.

Unfortunately I was on a different block than the both of them, unable to find Hobi in the hallway before class and just hoping that Jimin could keep quiet until I had a chance to talk to him. I went through my day, heading to Mrs. Crawford's classroom during lunch for the first meeting of the selected students for the Senior Planning Committee.

I saved a seat for Hobi, remembering that we signed up together, but he refused to meet my eye when he came in, immediately finding a spot at the far end of the table.

The president and top ranked student in our class led the meeting, reviewing the events we would be in charge of planning for the next and our final year of high school. I tried to take notes to keep up but my gaze kept diverting to Hobi, trying to read his face, his eyes frozen in one spot like he was working hard to keep them there.

I made sure to gather my things a minute before the meeting closed so he wouldn't be able to beat me out of the room. I caught his arm as he tried to race out of the door, pulling him back into the classroom and holding him there until it was only us left.

"What's your problem?" I asked. In our ten years of friendship Hobi had only been upset with me a handful of times, but right now I couldn't figure out why he was avoiding me.

"Are you with Jimin?" He replied with a question of his own.

I sighed. "Yes, who told you about that?"

"Not you." His response was immediate. "I saw you leaving his house the other night. Why wouldn't you tell me?"

It was exactly what I knew would happen if I didn't. "I've been trying but I couldn't find you all day and when I finally do I get this attitude. Why are you mad? I thought you liked Jimin." I crossed my arms over my chest.

"I do. I just didn't even know you liked him." He explained, tucking his hands into his pockets.

"I wasn't sure I did either because it felt different than just liking him. I didn't know how to talk to you about it because I was all in my head about the whole soulmate thing and if that's why I was feeling that way." I rambled.

He laughed, raising his brows. "Soulmate thing? I told you that wasn't real." He replied, reminding me of the night we found the box.

My eyes rolled without me even thinking about it. "I know, which is what I realized and why I accepted that I actually like him. So can you not be mad at me please. I promise I was going to tell you, but I didn't get the chance."

He seemed to be in deep thought. "You really never felt that way before?" He wondered.

I didn't quite understand where his question was coming from but I knew I would have to lie, because the same draw had always been there with him too. There was a moment of hesitation before I muttered, "No."