BTS One-shots

Yes, I write about you

"What do you want Jimin?"

He narrowed his eyes, not liking the way i was addressing him.

"I told you, nothing." He sealed his lips shut and continued working on the project we were assigned to. If it were for other days, we would be half finished, watching random movies and hanging out in his room, chatting and laughing for the rest of the evening.

Although, things took a different angle after the last night. We went to a friend's party, which by the end i was drowned in alcohol for a reason i had decided to keep it as a secret till grave. Although, the hot blonde girl at the event last night, and her flirtous and slutty approaches to my best friend, evaporated every sense of sanity left in my mind.

All the way home, he brought me, half blabbering, half puking, pouring all my body weight on him. I believe i remembered vaguely, the stupidest drunken mistake of confessing my feelings, had made me stay up after he left without a word.

A knock appeared on the door and opened shortly, my mother peeking her head with her beautiful smile plastered on.

"Hows it going kids?" She peered down at the papers on the floor, probably calculating the time she'd need to sort them after.

"Well"
"Fine" The dullness on both our voices didn't go unnoticed by her, an eyebrow quirking upwards.

"Doesn't sound so, but i believe you'll make it through" She tried to joke, the thickness in the air now added to her suffocation too.

Noticing not a very cheerful response, she excused to bring us something to eat and light up our moods.

Little did she knew it could never.

"I've finished this paper, check it for me," He darted his eyes at the unmatched gaze and pulled it back the moment i was about to take hold.

Sighing, i moved further, hoping this game to not go forward, a mischievous smile played and he snatched it back further.

The pent up frustration from how easily he had ignored my absence the whole day and then daring to come up at my place for the project, i threw my papers in hand. The action came out much harsher than i thought would while his smile dropped the very moment.

Feeling an uneasy lump in my throat, i stood up and left the room, keeping him behind.

I appreciated him not following me so i went   to my mom, who was busy stuffing things in to make a reasonable dish out.

"What happened?" She asked, looking up from the recepie book she had kept for such occasions.

"I came to drink water" I walked to the fridge and pulled out a bottle.

"No, up there, what was that?" She asked, her attention completely on her visually miserable daughter.

"I could literally feel myself gagging for air!" She exclaimed, holding her chest in exaggeration.

I remained silent for a while, unsure if i should tell her how i practically snuck out last night. Too much detail could kill me, right? Lets get the hook to the fish's eye.

"I might or might not have confessed him without a proper answer back"

I tried to keep it short, not in the mood to be talking about my dilemma already playing in my head on loop.

"ouh, that's terrible" She smacked her lips, glad to see sympathy and not a lecture on how wrong it can be with best friends.

"yea, but I'll handle it,...." I looked through the steps that lead to my room. He was still there, probably finding a way to escape and never return.